Forgot to say earlier: I do not own Teen Wolf! (as you probably assumed)

Laidies and gentlemen, let the porn begin.

When Stiles wakes up, its pitch black outside and Derek is gone. He goes to rub his eyes from sleep when he feels something on his forehead. When he pulls the thing off, he realizes that it's a sticky-note, and it says "Stiles, I'll be back later –D". Because of course Derek would say his goodbye by pasting a note to his head, who wouldn't? Oh, that's right, normal people; normal people wouldn't.

Stiles isn't concerned with how un-normal Derek is right now, though, Stiles is concerned that he just woke up and is cock is already so fucking hard, and he's pretty sure he's never been so horny in his life. He reaches down to press the heel of his palm to his erection, and damn, he's instantly even harder, if it were possible. He arches into his own touch and gasps, because he can already feel precum soaking through the thin material of his boxers. He hooks his fingers in to the waistband and drags them down. When the elastic reaches past his groin, his cock springs loose and hits his stomach with a lewd slap. He fists his hand around his cock and thrusts into it with quick, sharp movements, but he. Needs. more. Stiles needs something inside him. He's never done that before, but god, right now he just fucking needs it.

He quickly repositions himself so he's on his knees with his face pressed to his mattress and his ass in the air. He puts three fingers in his mouth and gags himself to get them thickly coated with spit. When he removes his fingers from his mouth, he doesn't even bother clothing it, just lets the spit leak out of his mouth and create a wet spot on his sheets where his cheek is pressed. He reaches his hands back and rubs the pad of his wet middle finger around the tender skin of his virgin hole. Stiles moans as he massages his opening and gasps and squeezes his eyes shut as he pushes his fingertip inside. He remembers that you're supposed to relax yourself, so he takes a moment to adjust before pushing in even further. Stiles soon has his middle finger buried inside his asshole to the last knuckle, and it's weird. Like, really weird, and it kind of burns too. He curls his finger around until he finds that bundle of nerves, and cries out –because godthisissofuckinggood- as he opens his eyes.

When he opens his eyes, he expects to see nothing but darkness, but instead, he sees two glowing red eyes in the darkness just outside his window. He knows who the eyes belong to, and he knows that they're watching him, but he has no idea what to do about it.

"Der –nghh.." Stiles chokes out as he once again brushes against his prostate. And then he stops moving, because Derek is slipping in through the window and taking a seat on his desk chair that is turned toward him, and Derek is watching him. Stiles is on display with his ass in the air, his face pressed into his mattress, mouth slightly open with spit covering his cheek, his cock is dripping with precum, and he has a finger deep inside himself, and Derek is watching him.

"Keep going." Is all Derek says with a rough, lust-ridden voice. It's not a request, it's a command.

Stiles is flushing with embarrassment, but obeys. He can't stop right now, it wouldn't matter the the freakin' apocalypse started, Stiles is too fucking hot to stop for anything. He starts moving his finger again, pulling and pushing it in and out, and when it's in as deep as it'll go, he curls it to try and find that incredible bundle of nerves. When he does he can't help but cry out Derek's name.

"Add another." Is Derek's second command.

"I...mm...I don't know if I can..." Stiles manages to get out. He's never done this before...he doesn't know if he can fit a second finger inside him.

"Now" Derek growls

Stiles shouldn't like being told what to do to himself, but fuck, he does. He knows that Derek is at least partially wolfed-out, but he also knows that Derek wouldn't hurt him, even if he disobeyed the command. Not that he's thinking of disobeying. It actually turns him on even more to know that the sight of him touching himself makes Derek lose a bit of control, and once he looks up into those half-lidded red eyes, there's no way he can say no.

He pulls out his finger and starts circling his entrance with not only his middle, but now his ring finger as well. He grunts and shuts his eyes as he pushes past the first ring of muscles and feels a slight burn as his hole is stretched by the intrusion. Stiles clenches his jaw and wills himself to relax, and then he feels Derek's rough thumb sweep across his cheek. He opens his eyes to see Derek hovering over him, only to close them again when Derek leans down and meets their lips in a kiss that Stiles would have to call 'Spiderman style'. It's hot. So hot that Stiles feels the need to suddenly push in the rest of his two fingers in until they can't go any deeper. Stiles gives in to that need, and as he does he gasps into Derek's mouth with a yell that seems to be consumed by the wolf.

Derek ends the kiss and moves until he is out of Stiles' eyesight, and Stiles is just too out of it at first to tell where he went. And then he feels warm puffs of air right next the the spot his fingers are shoved into, and he realizes that Derek is still watching, he's watching stiles fuck himself for the first time on his own fingers, and he's so fucking close. Stiles feels his muscles twitch around his fingers, and he automatically pulls them out and slams them back inside. His fingers are moving deep in and out of his hole faster and harder, and before he realizes it, he's pushing his ass out to meet the thrusts. He forces his fingers deep inside and curls them, and once he finds that spot, he's cumming and screaming Derek's name. Fuck, he's cumming hard. He's spasming around the base of his fingers, and his cock is spurting obscene amounts of hot, thick cum onto his stomach and mattress. When his orgasm dies down, his whole body goes limp, and he falls into his now-filthy sheets, fingers slipping out of his sensitive hole.

Derek manhandles stiles onto his back with his head on a pillow. When he finds the strength to look over, he sees Derek lying next to him and rubbing his cock through his briefs.

"Take them off." Stiles says, because it's his turn now.

Derek looks a little shocked at first, probably due to the fact that a lanky, human teenager just gave a command to a well-built alpha werewolf, but that expression quickly changes to an amused smirk as he pulls down the offending fabric of his boxers.

Stiles gapes when he sees Derek's cock. It's big –like, really big. And it's a lot thicker than two fingers. The whole shaft is flushed with a vein running across it, leading to the head, which is flushed red with drops of sheer white precum leaking out of the tiny slit. And fuck, is it beautiful. Derek reaches to Stiles and swipes a hand across his cum-covered stomach before retracting his hand and using it to grip his cock. And then holy fuck stiles realized he's using my cum as lube. If Stiles could find it in himself to make any sort of movement, he's damn sure he would be getting rock-hard right now. Stiles watches as Derek moves his fist around himself a few more times before he's cumming in white spurts that are streaking several lines up to his chest. There's not much stiles can do but moan as Derek calls out his name.

Derek pulls Stiles' naked body to his own and nuzzles into his neck as the boy pressed himself firmly against him.

"Non-cuddling again I see." Stiles states sleepily

"Hey, Stiles?"

"Yeah?" he answered mid-yawn

"Shut up and sleep."

Derek doesn't sleep, he just watches stiles. His mate. God, Derek can hardly believe that he has a mate. Stiles doesn't lay still or keep quiet when he's sleeping, which is no surprise. He keeps pressing himself further into Derek and repositioning himself and muttering incoherent sounds. Stiles wakes up not long after he fell asleep, he's slept for the better part of the day, and now it doesn't look like he'll be able to get back to dream-land. Stiles is still pretty out of it and drunk with sleep, so Derek figures it's a good time to ask him some questions, because Stiles' brain-to-mouth filter is turned off, and he'll give honest answers. Really honest.

"You awake?"

Stiles just grunts in response.

"Stiles, what do you want from me?"

The teen turns in Derek's arms until they are face to face, Stiles with a serious look across his.

"I wan you t'take me on dates. With food. 'n pick me flowers." Yep. Stiles is delirious right now, but Derek hasn't heard any upticks in his heartbeat, so he's not lying. He wants Derek to pick him flowers.

"Is that all?"

"Uh uh. No. wanna be yours. Wan you tuh fill me up with yer pups. Always." Derek's wolf grumbles in approval, which seems to wake stiles up. His eyes widen and his cheeks flush, no doubt coming to terms with what he just confessed.

"W-wait...i-I umm –"Derek cuts off his sputtering with a fierce kiss and fully wraps himself around stiles.

"Mine."

And Stiles doesn't argue.