Merry late Christmas guys! Enjoy. More notes at bottom.

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Taste

Pairing: Fem!Stiles/Derek

Rating: M (just to be safe. It's not to explicit but it is pretty adult)

Warnings: Slash in the form of het, Genderbend, cursing, Adult themes, gets kinda sappy

Copyright: Grumpycat says No.

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They almost didn't make it out to the woods. Hell, they had barely made it out of the club before Derek was pushing her into a wall pinning her wrists above her with one hand and devouring her mouth, plunging his tongue into her mouth like he was trying to taste the strawberries she'd eaten earlier. She moaned deeply, eyes slipping shut as she let him dominate the kiss and pushed her body closer so there was no space between them. He slipped a knee in between hers and made her spread her legs and she couldn't help but blush as the movement made her dress ride up. She groaned into the kiss which made Derek make a smug sound again. He broke the kiss and pulled back. Stiles' body immediately tried to follow his heat and she leaned forward, only to pull back, cheeks flushing, at Derek's chuckle which cut off when his eyes began to follow her blush down from her cheeks to her neck and chest to the...

When Derek looked back at her, his eyes were a deep dark shade of red similar to the color of her silky lace panties that were now peeking out from under her dress.

"You were going to let someone else see this?" He bit out, other hand making an appearance on her thigh, fingertips brushing the edge of the lace. "You were going to let someone who had no right to you have this?" He moved his hand so that he was now feeling the warmth of her womanhood through the lace. "You were going to give yourself away like you mean nothing, when you mean everything to me?"

Stiles sucked in a breath at the longing in his tone. "I-I w-wanted-" She began to stutter out but chocked off as he began to rub her through the silk.

"You wanted? What, Little Red? You wanted some boy to fuck you in the middle of a bathroom stall and leave you unsatisfied? Is that's what you wanted, huh, Stiles?" He snarled, rubbing harder and she moaned.

"You!" She breathed out and whined when Derek's hand stopped moving.

"What?"

Stiles took a deep breath and looked him in the eye before tilting her head to the side in submission, hoping that the action was enough. She'd been doing research for Scott when she'd stumbled on a website about mating habits and knew that when Alphas took mates in any sense, there was always an act of submission from the other wolf. There was silence and no movement from Derek for a few seconds and Stiles got worried she'd completely messed up until she felt a deep nearly sub vocal growl pour from the Alpha and into her. She moaned as the vibrations rocketed into her then her voice racketed up into a whine as Derek dove for her neck and bit down over the mark he left earlier, not hard enough to break skin but firmly.

"Fuck Stiles!" Derek pulled away from her neck, eyes nearly black except for a thin red ring around his pupils. "Don't do that again until I can get you in my bed." He enforced his words with a thrust of his pelvis into hers.

Stiles moaned again and nodded, jerkily, as her body subconsciously began to rub against his hand. He growled and let go of her, just long enough for her to get her balance and then he was dragging her down the alley toward the parking lot. They got to Derek's Camaro and Derek crowded her up against it, taking possession of her lips again. Her hands immediately went for his shoulders and pulled him in closer. One of his hands went for her neck and curled against it, his fingertips brushing the bite mark. Stiles moaned, closing her eyes.

"Get in the car." He growled against her lips and she nodded, eyes popping back open as she scrambled to open the door behind her and Derek stalked to the over side of the car.

She crawled inside and as soon as she was settled in, Derek revved the engine, causing Stiles to bite her lip and quietly whimper at the vibrations and took off, roaring out of the parking lot. She couldn't help but appreciate his profile in the dim light of the Camaro's interior as the town blurred in the windows. She started with his face. He had cheekbones statues would kill for and she knew how tough they were. Her hand had hurt like a bitch after the whole scene with the bullet and saw and the having to punch him to wake him up thing. He was so damned sexy. His eyes were focused on the road in front of them and his jaw was clenched, making the tendons in his neck stand out. Stiles wanted to bite it. Her eyes dipped down to his biceps and trailed along his arms' length to his hands on the steering wheel. He had long fingers and they were tense as they clutched the wheel. She flushed slightly as she remembered how they had felt against her. A deep rumble came from Derek's chest and her eyes snapped to his face, slightly embarrassed at being caught looking. He was staring at her from the corner of his eyes and she shivered as she saw the hunger there.

"Come here." He commanded darkly, Adams Apple bobbing as he talked, eyes never leaving the road.

She immediately obeyed his order. She unbuckled herself, ignoring the voice in her head that sound a lot like her dad screaming safety regulations at her and slid over to the middle seat. He let go off the wheel with one hand and pulled her even closer so she was draped over his lap. She could feel his hardness pressing, one long line of heat, into her side. He snaked an arm around and held her tight to him, hand and forearm resting her nipples and rubbing absentmindedly, as if he didn't realize it. She shivered in response as she felt her core begin to throb at the sensations. She felt him take a long deep breath then the Camaro slammed to a stop and Stiles jerked along with it. She looked out of the window and was surprised to see the restored Hale house in front of them. Derek yanked the keys out of the ignition and kicked the door open. He grabbed her and she eeped as he got out of the car, carrying her bridal style. He set her down and closed the door. When he turned back around, the hunger was written all over his face and Stiles groaned before launching herself at him, desperateness be damned. He caught her and pulled into him, so there was no space between them. She could feel his dick press into her stomach and unlike with George at that club, she wasn't nervous about it. He cradled her head as he devoured her mouth again before biting at them and moving to her neck. He nuzzled into her neck as one hand found her wrist then froze.

"You don't smell right." He snarled against it, hand clenching on her neck and her wrist.

She let out a small whimper and he growled, pulling her impossibly closer.

"W-what do I smell like?" She asked, breathily moving her free hand to cup his face.

He rumbled, meeting her eyes. They were fully black now. "You smell like the club, like that boy's." Contempt poured from the word and made his voice even deeper as his possessiveness washed over her.

Stiles shivered and moved the hand that he was holding so it was resting right above her core. She moaned and felt him twitch against her. "Then," she said, flushing gathering up all her courage and bared her neck to him. "Make me smell like Yours."

He growled and flew into action, grabbing at her legs and hefting her up so he was carrying her completely. She eeped again and threw her arms around his neck so she wouldn't fall, even though she trusted Derek not to drop her. He rushed for the house and soon they were plastered against one of the walls in Derek's room as Derek went to town on her neck. She gasped loudly and struggled against him so she could get her jacket and his off.

"Derek, Nakedness is good. Really need to be naked right now and there's a really good bed right over there. Not that I don't mind the wall. God, you being able to hold me up like this is really sexy and I am so horny right now but I wanna touch you and we can't get anything off like this." She pleaded, clawing at his shoulders.

He rumbled in displeasure but followed her demands, carrying her to the bed and dropped her down on it. He shrugged his jacket off then did one of those weird one-handed things and somehow disposed of his shirt. She stared at him mouth dropping. Derek had a really bad allergy to shirts because nobody ever really saw him with one so Stiles had seen it all before but she couldn't touch then and it was a completely different experience now. He raised an eyebrow at her and smirked when she flushed. She took her jacket and just kind of haphazardly threw it to the ground, giggling slightly when it landed sprawled over his. She reached down to undo her boots but Derek's hands stopped her. She looked up to say something but was silenced at the look in his eyes. There was something in those green-black depths that sucked all her words and urgency in her body away. She laid back on the bed to make room for him. He sat down and took her leg, running his fingers up and down making her shiver. He unlaced the boot slowly, fingers still caressing her skin. Once the boot was fully undone, he slid it off; dropping it then kissed his way down to her ankle where a few stark black lines broke the paleness of her skin. He moved his thumb over it a few times, taking in the design of the two hearts intertwined to form a Motherhood Knot.* She giggled slightly at the feeling and she thought she saw a twitch of his lips at the end. He moved to the other ankle where another tattoo was waiting. This one was simply a word, starszy**. Derek repeated the process then tossed her boot to meet the other one. He moved to kneel on the bed and moved her legs apart, making her blush at how exposed she was now. He moved forward and settled himself in between them. He captured her hands in his and entwined their fingers. There was really no need for words between them anyway as they kissed deeply and Derek claimed her body as his, one part at a time.

He undressed her slowly peeling the dress and her lingerie off inch by inch, kissing the skin that was exposed by every pull. She giggled every time he hit a ticklish spot and soon, she was completely bare to him. He somehow lost his pants, leaving him in a similar state. He kissed her again and their bodies rubbed against each other. She froze when she felt Derek's hardness pull up flush with her sex. Derek, tensing as soon he felt her do the same, looked at her questioningly, eyes conveying that he would stop at any moment if she wanted him too. Stiles breathed out a sigh and stared up at him, smiling brightly and nodded at him. He brought her wrist to his mouth and kissed it sweetly before sitting back and pulling her with him so that she was on top. He lined up with her heat and then let her take over, hands never leaving hers as their lovemaking welcomed her into womanhood.

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*Motherhood Knot- One big heart with a smaller heart looping through it. It's a Celtic symbol meaning the strong bond between a mother and her daughter. You can find them on Google pretty easily. My headcannon has Stiles' mom being Celtic.

**starszy-Means Elder or Father in Polish. Stilinski is relatively close to Zielinski and I know for sure the latter is polish so that's what I'm going off of.

So it wasn't complete smut but I was kinda worried about the rating so I stopped it where I did just to be safe. Also, Derek got really bipolar in this story. I started off with a jealous and possessive vibe then it went all "Must be gentle, finally got her have to make sure she doesn't regret this". Oh well, all's well that ends well, right?

PS: I don't know if I mentioned but the titles of these have all been song titles.

1st Chapter-BeautifulMonster by Neyo. It's the song they're dancing to. :)

2nd Chapter- Pretty obvious but Let It Snow. (My favorite version is Lucas Gabreel's cover)

3rd chapter – Taste by Josh Abbot Band. Derek really likes to bite. ;) Alternate title : When You Say Nothing At All by Allison Krause. Stiles doesn't have to hide behind her words when she's with Derek.

PPS: I beta myself so if you notice any mistakes, feel free to comment and let me know.

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