Note: I should hopefully have a new chapter of Unofficial Brothers up this Sunday. Sorry for the wait, been busy. Hopefully you will enjoy this ONE SHOT? (I might make one more chapter).
Derek leaned back against Stiles desktop table with his arms folded to his chest and a stern look covering his face as he waited for Scott to show up. Stiles lay back on his bed with a bored look on his face, as he tossed a small rubber basketball in the air over his head.
The pair was silent.
Suddenly there was a ding noise in the room signaling that Derek received a text. Stiles sat the ball he was playing with on his nightstand and moved his eyes over to Derek curiously as the wolf pulled out his phone to read the message.
"What did Scott say?" Stiles asked as Derek placed his cell back into his pocket.
"He is running late, but he should be here soon." Derek voiced a bit irritated.
"Cool, it gives us time to catch up." Stiles said sitting up on his bed, moving into Indian style.
"So today at school…" Stiles rambled on.
Derek let out an annoyed sigh as Stiles went on talking.
"…they used to offer chocolate pudding at lunch and for some reason they stopped with the pudding and instead give apples. I miss the pudding."
"Do you ever shut up?" Derek snapped.
"I'm just trying to kill time; it wouldn't kill you to actually communicate ever so often." Stiles replied, which earned him glare from Derek from across the room.
"God, it's hot in here." Stiles complained, reaching over to the switch on his back wall, turning his ceiling fan on and then proceeded to take his shirt off, tossing it on the floor.
The air circulated in the room and Stiles scent hit Derek like a freight train.
His nostrils flared up and his breathing became a bit heavy as he squeezed his eyes shut, trying to control his natural urges.
"What's wrong?" Stiles asked eyeing the wolf, oblivious to the fact that he was now rubbing his aroused dick through his pants.
"Stiles, you're in heat."
"Is that why I'm so hot, horny and..." He stopped mid speech, lifting his ass up a bit to reveal a damp spot on his bed.
"…Wet?" He finished.
Derek let out a low growl that vibrated down his throat, making Stiles stiffen.
One minute Derek was standing a few feet away and the next; He was on top of Stiles on his bed grinding against him.
"Oh god!" Stiles moaned, happily lifting his hips up to meet Derek's.
Their clothed hard-ons brushed up against each other once, twice, three times before Derek back away from Stiles body much to the teen's disliking. Derek began stripping, ridding himself of his clothes, wanting nothing more than to feel his skin upon Stiles and to be inside his tight, leaky hole.
The teen whimpered in need, helplessly thrusted his hips up into the air trying to get any relief he could.
Seeing Stiles urgency Derek wasted no time pulling down the teen's sweat pants along with his boxers, positioning himself at Stiles slick entrance. He gripped onto the teen's flimsy legs as he slide his heated cock inside.
"Uh, don't stop." Stiles gasped, clinging to Derek upper back as if his life depended on it, feeling the wolf's full length fill him up inside.
Derek grunted in a trance, slamming his cock into the horny teen repeatedly over and over and over again.
"Stiles, you here!" Scott shouting up the stairs before coming into the bedroom, only to freeze up at the sex act happening in front of his eyes.
Stiles glanced over at Scott through clouded eyes but made no point in stopping his hip movements.
Derek was lost in his own world, not even acknowledging the other wolf as he continued his quest of spilling his seed inside the teen.
"Der help, uh, heat, oh!" Stiles struggled to say.
"Yeah, I'm gonna go!" Scott all but shouted in panic, as he practically ran out the room.
Derek hit a sweet spot deep inside causing Stiles eyes to roll into the back of his head and dig his nails into the wolf's muscular shoulders.
"Oh, I'm so high off your dick right now." He moaned.
Derek growled roughly in response, thrusting deeper, faster.
Stiles lost it after that, screaming out gibberish as he came all over himself.
Derek finished shortly after exhausted, laying his sweaty body over Stiles, resting his head on the teen's chest.
Stiles smiled weakly running his fingers through Derek's soft locks.
"I can hear your heart beat." Derek said hoarsely, as he worked on fixing his erratic breathing.
Stiles hummed through closed eyes and continued playing with Derek locks.
It wasn't until Stiles looked up seeing Scott standing above him shouting his name that he realized he had fallen asleep.
There was no sign of Derek.
Stiles greeted Scott with a lazy smile on his face.
"Hey man, what's up?"
Have you been sleeping there this whole time?" Scott asked amazed.
Stiles looked down to see he was still lying in the same sheets he shared with Derek the night before. His chest was cleaned off, Derek must have helped cleaned him off while he slept and put his pants back on him.
The thought made him blush.
Stiles could still feel Derek's dick deep inside him with his every move.
He was a bit sore but it was a satisfying soreness.
He got out of bed and let out a content sigh, walking towards his friend across the room.
"I think so. I feel great. You ever just felt completely satisfied?" Stiles voiced excitedly.
Scott took a moment to think it over before answering.
"No."
"I should do something nice for Derek, for helping me out. Maybe I'll bake him an apple pie, he would like that." He said with a smile on his face.
"You can't bake." Scott stated.
"Alright, fine. I'll buy him an apple pie."
"Stiles..."
"Yeah?"
"You're still in heat."
"What?"
"I smell it on you." Scott voiced.
"Yeah, but the worst of it is over. You don't feel tempted do you?" Stiles asked nervously biting his lower lip.
"No, but then again, you smell like Derek so maybe that's why."
"Well, if you can control yourself I'm sure Derek will be able too. I'll take a shower."
After the shower, Stiles step close to Scott.
"Well, how do I smell?"
Scott cautiously took a step forward sniffing the air.
"I can still smell your heat on you but it's not as strong." Scott answered.
"And you're still not tempted right?"
"Yeah."
"Good, than let's go!"
Scott and Stiles walked up to the familiar house in the woods.
Derek came over acting like his normal grumpy self which made Stiles ease up; glad there was no weirdness between the two after the other night.
"What are you doing here?" Derek asked.
"I brought you a pie, as a thank you for helping me out yesterday." Stiles replied.
"Stiles that wasn't on purpose, I couldn't control myself." Derek claimed.
"I know and you help without knowing, so thank you."
Derek arched an eyebrow in question as it fell silent among the two.
"Uh, I'm going to put this pie inside while you two talk." Scott voiced awkwardly, going in the house.
Derek suddenly sniffed the air, his nostrils flaring up again. He stormed over to Stiles practically backing him up into a tree.
"Stiles, you're still in heat." He said cringing.
"Yeah, but its fading." The teen voiced clueless.
Derek squeezed his eyes shut as his hands were brought up to either side of Stiles face, Derek's claw extracted.
The wolf's breathing became heavy.
Stiles eyes widened and he gasped as Derek pressed his claws into the bark of the tree digging into it.
"I can still smell myself on you." Derek voiced roughly.
"But I took a shower." Stiles protested.
Derek reopened his eyes to look at the clueless teen.
Stiles was shocked to see Derek eyes glowing blue. He squeezed them shut and reopened them again and they went back to his normal human eyes.
"You think taking a shower is going to get rid of my smell? How can you be so stupid Stiles?"
"Hey, take that back." Stiles argued, slapping Derek chest causing a growl to come from the wolf.
"Don't touch me." Derek warned.
Stiles gulped nervously, seeing sweat start to build up on Derek's forehead as if he was struggling not to snap.
"Get out of here Stiles NOW." He voiced before carefully backing away from the teen added distance between them.
"Yeah, okay." Stiles replied, but didn't move an itch curiously fixated on Derek.
"Go!" Derek barked with glowing eyes.
Stiles startled, took off in a jog only to trip over a tree branch a few feet away, landing on his stomach in the dirt.
"Owe!" he moaned, getting on his hands and knees.
"Stupid tree." The teen whined, not realizing he was presenting his ass to the wolf watching the scene.
Before Stiles could move to stand up Derek was on him in a snap, pressing him back into the dirt from the force.
"Ah, Derek what the hell?"
Derek growled in his ear making Stiles eyes widen and the hair on the back of his neck stand up.
The wolf quickly ripped Stiles pants in shreds with his claws.
Stiles gasped and eagerly arched his back bringing his ass high up to Derek.
Within seconds Derek's swollen cock was inside Stiles filling up his needy hole.
"Oh god, mmmm." Stiles groaned, huffing against the dirt and bringing his hips back into Derek hold.
Derek growled powerfully, possessively, pleasurably.
"Who's ready for pie?" Scott asked, coming out to the porch to find Derek pounding feverishly into Stiles who was moaning like a slut.
"Oh come on guys, not again!" He whined, shielding his eyes as he headed back inside.