Thank Britney Spears for inspiring this fic. It was written while listening to her song Hold it Against Me :D You can find the song on my blog so you don't have to search for it. : womanofthenightfanfictions . tumblr . com

Pretty short and probably little OOC.

Thanks you Kar3 B3ar for being the beta of this. :D

Let me know what you guys think.

Hold it Against Me: Britney Spears

Derek groaned for the fifth time in less than 30 seconds.

Why had he agreed to this?

That's right! Stiles seduced him into it.

'Damn him and his sexiness!'

The wolf let his head fall onto the bar table, waiting for Stiles to come back out of the bathroom. The music was too loud for his werewolf senses. His head was pounding and the smells invading him were not helping. All he could smell was sweat, lust and more sweat.

Didn't humans know how to shower?

"You're not having fun are you?" he heard his boyfriend's voice next to his ear and looked up to meet his bright brown eyes. He saw the look of disappointment on his face and sighed.

"No. I am, Stiles. This is fun." He tried to not make his voice sound dry but found it was harder than he thought it would be. He cleared his throat before continuing. "What do you want to drink?" He questioned his younger companion.

The brunette pouted his lips, frustrated at the obvious displeasure the lycanthrope was feeling. He grabbed the bigger hand of his mate, tugging on it slightly.

"Nothing. Come on. I want to dance." Who could resist the puppy dog eyes? Certainty not Derek Hale. Yes, the great Derek Hale fell victim to the puppy-dog eyes of Stiles Stilinski.

Groaning, he pushed himself off the bar stool and allowed the pale boy to drag him to the crowded dance floor of the club. He flinched away when girls and even other guys tried to grab him as they tried to get to the middle of the floor.

"Stiles, I don't dance, you know this." He screamed out, though it was barely audible over the loud techno song that was playing. Stiles turned around to glare at him.

"No. You don't like to dance. There's a difference. Don't be such a sour wolf, have fun." Derek rolled his gray eyes at his ridiculous saying.

Stiles finally stopped walking and pulled Derek behind him, moving to the music while the lycan stood stiff as a board.

"Come on Derek! At least fucking try." He mumbled under his breath, knowing the werewolf would hear him. Sighing, the werewolf grabbed a hold of the slim hips of the teen just as Britney Spear's song, Hold It Against Me, came on. He was unaware of Stiles' grin.

As the music shook the club, Stiles pushed his backside into the front of Derek, grinning when he heard his low growl.

He moved his hips to the beat of the song, placing his hands on top of Derek's, happy when the wolf finally began to move his own hips.

"So, come here…a little closer, wanna whisper in your ear…" Stiles sang along, brining one hand above him, grabbing the strong neck of his boyfriend. There was no space between them. Their bodies were flush against each other.

Derek growled lowly in his throat. Stiles was trying to kill him. He tightened his grip on the hips, moving his own to the music while pressing forward, showing Stiles exactly how his little dance was affecting him. He let his head drop, lips attaching themselves to the pale teen's neck, licking and biting it, smirking when Stiles moaned.

The brunette let go of the wolf, bending slightly to grind into Derek's growing erection, causing the lycan to jut his hips forward.

Derek spun him around so that they face to face, one of Stiles' leg in-between Derek's. He crashed their lips together; his hand on the smaller male's lower back, holding him close. He thrust his hips, creating friction for both of them.

He licked Stiles' bottom lip, asking for entrance and the brunette quickly complied. Their tongues battled, each trying to gain the upper hand. Derek submitting to let the teen have his chance at controlling the kiss.

Stiles moved his own hips against the ones of the lycan, his nails dug into his shoulders as he took his time exploring the warm mouth of the wolf. He broke off, trying to catch his breath, moaning when Derek sucked on his neck, no doubt leaving a mark. He let his eyes roam the people around them, seeing one girl eyeing them hungrily…well, eyeing Derek hungrily. Catching her eyes, he smirked and grabbed the front of Derek's shirt, crashing their lips once more, smiling when the girl looked away, embarrassed.

They kept on discreetly thrusting against each other, practically fucking with clothes on.

He let go of the lips, standing on his tippy toes to whisper the lyrics seductively into the slightly tanned ear.

"If I said I want your body now, would you hold it against me?"

"Never" Derek whispered back, his hand squeezing one of Stiles' butt cheeks, smirking when a blush covered the pale face.

The younger teen pushed hips forward again, moaning when their jean-clad lengths rubbed against each other, happy when Derek responded the same way, somehow still managing to dance. The hand that had rested on his butt moved upward to press against his lower back. His breath hitched when Derek rolled his hips and bit his neck, shivering when the lycan's warm breath fanned across his ear.

"This isn't so bad. You were right. I am having fun." The werewolf gently bit the pale earlobe, knowing that would drive his lover crazy with lust.

He was only proven right when he heard the small gasp of his name and felt his shirt being fisted into the cold hands.

Stiles was slowly going crazy from the amount of lust that was radiating in between them. Pushing his hands under the shirt that covered the wolf's well-defined upper body, he traced the flexing abs, running his nails down them. He leaned up, kissing the strong jaw making his way up to his ear.

"Want to get out of here?" Stiles was too horny now to dance any longer; Derek didn't waste any time, he kissed him roughly on lips before dragging him out of the club and into the backseat of his Camaro.

Stiles laughed when his back hit the leather seats, wrapping his arms around Derek's neck, pulling him close. Shifting slightly he managed to wrap his legs around his waist as well.

"We should have come to a club sooner…" the rest of what he was going to say was muffled when his lips were once more seized.

"Shut up Stiles."

Short, I know. I swear, lately any song I hear has been inspiring me to write one-shots. *sighs* it's a pain because I have so many ideas in my head and I can't write them all! So i have decided to start this short collection of non-related one-shots and will post every time a new one pops into my head! Don't know how frequent updates will be because this isn't going to be of major importance compared to my other stories. Also if you guys know of any good songs or want to read about something in specifc let me know and i'll see what i can do!

Also, if you are looking for me Sterek Fics, check out my friend's, Kar3 B3ar, new story called Jealous, Are We?

I probably should get back to writing the new chapter of Broken huh? Y'all want an update huh?

Thank you for reading!

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