Notes: This may upset some. Please read with care.

I apologise before hand.

A kiss.

Stiles blinked and wondered whether all kissed taste like this. Smelled like this. Like forest, animal and excitement. Taste like the chicken … chicken asparagus? Did Derek steal her cooking? She was sure… Oh. She left the house without putting the food inside the fridge—she was in her emotional high when that happened, that's why she wasn't calm enough to think about putting dishes in the fridge. Maybe Derek took it after her father gone?

The next moment, everything was forgotten. Derek's kiss got more desperate, hungrier. His hands were around her, one around her waist and the other her neck. Fortunately the car has stopped, or Stiles would crash her jeep onto the wall. She couldn't concentrate at all with this. Derek's tongue was playing inside her mouth, coaxing her own tongue to dance with his.

Saliva Exchange. Quite. It should be gross, but when Stiles tasted it, it smelled and tasted like Derek. And suddenly, she didn't mind the saliva exchange. Like, at all. She closed her eyes. It was wonderful, really. Being kissed, hugged, as if you are the only thing that matters.

The kiss stopped, and Stiles felt herself chasing for fresh air. It was intense. If all kisses are like this, she didn't understand why there are wars in the world. Just kiss each other, and it would be peace all around. Derek panted, and she found herself chasing Derek's lips again. This time, she sucked his lips. It was harsher than her soft lips, but delicious nonetheless.

Derek took it as a welcome. She felt the seatbelt on her seat was taken off, and the hands around her pulled her up. Immediately she felt she moved to the next seat, right on top of Derek's lap. Ph, that was better. Their position allows deeper contact, more surface to touch. She put her arms around Derek's neck, just like the movies. Probably it was unwise to pretend she was a pro in this, but hell, her knowledge of these kinds of things are limited to the ones she saw in the cinema.

"Just let it go." Derek growled before attacking her neck.

She held her breath. It was funny, the feeling of ticklishness and the swoon from her stomach. Someone was kissing her neck, and it was Derek. Derek, the Greek God who has been sleeping beside her for the past weeks. His body heat and scent were a bit different today, more like animal, but similar enough. Her body recognized Derek.

She felt a bit sexy. Like Megan Fox in Eminem's music video. And she liked it.

It continued, Derek's hands were everywhere, and then her hoodie was gone. It was colder, but Derek's heat kept her warm. He was hot, Goodness, his body radiating heat more than usual. Then she felt it, the erection underneath her arse.

"De…derek?" she asked; her voice soft (and a bit scared, but no, no, no, Stiles' no coward).

"Shhh…" the responding hush were enough to silence her. She wanted this, even boldly proposing to Derek last time. She was hurt when she was rejected by Derek. But now, when Derek looks like he was ready to pound her to the bed, she felt a bit afraid, and maybe she wanted to backtrack a bit. The kiss and touch and hug were nice and all, but real sex? It was a bit too much for Stiles. Especially after a night when she helped Derek killed a man.

Oh God, Oh God.

"Calm down, Stiles. Everything is fine." Derek growled, and he put her face onto her chest. It was rather flat, but Derek looks like he didn't care about the flatness at all. Stiles felt the desperation in his voice, and then she felt Derek putting his mouth on her left nipple. She gasped. The feeling of her chest being sucked by someone else was kind of new. Exhilarating. It was different feeling from touching oneself in the bathroom. It was more exciting, as you don't know what they would do next, unlike your own brain who knows that ugh, here come the hands again—need to wash your own body—reduce the sensitivity, nothing sexual. It was different than this, being touched and sucked and caressed by another. Stripped to nothing while Derek enjoyed every bit of her skin and chest.

She couldn't help but enjoy it and sighed.

And enjoyed she did. Until she was naked and Derek wears nothing as well (he went commando. Stiles wondered whether it was always the case or was it just because the full moon). It was tad bit cramped inside the jeep, and Stiles wished to come into the house, but again, she couldn't risk it, just in case. Or maybe Derek couldn't wait. He is humping her now.

She saw his cock—huge, dear Merlin, its huge—and Derek was growling. His eyes started to change colour into golden and shiny. As he humped her, she felt slowly her mind was leaving her. Derek's eyes were hypnotizing.

"Shhh." He whispered while Stiles felt something penetrated her cunt for the first time. It felt new, sensual. And it moved, making Stiles gasped and moved forward, bumping her body onto Derek's. the finger didn't stop there, it slowly caressed the soft folds, touching her clit, circling the bundle of nerves. Stiles found herself breathless. Derek kissed her again, playing with her swollen lips.

The finger moved, giving Stiles some mercy. The sensation of wanting to pee was getting stronger now. Especially when the finger slowly moved up and down her folds, then found her hole. She felt herself getting wet. And the finger played with the secretion, spreading it over her now sensitive folds.

When it entered, she gasped again. A bit pain, and a bit something else. Something dirty and made her felt great. She is almost becoming a woman.

It entered. Oh. Something is touching her inside. It felt weird. She never felt it before. And quite wonderful, actually.

The finger was joined by another one, making Stiles bit her lips tighter. It was ticklish and dirty and making her shaking from want. She wanted to pee, and her stomach felt tight. Something was rising, and in the meanwhile she was wet, truly wet.

The fingers played with her for a moment before they went off altogether. Stiles almost regret the lost before a bigger tip, something roundish and even softer entered her. She gasped loud, while Derek wasted no time and impaled her onto his huge dick.

Dear God-! Stiles almost screamed but she couldn't. pain, pain, pain. "Nnnn! Derek!"

"You smelled good." Derek whispered. He waited for a second before raising Stiles' hips up, lessening the pain. Stiles breath out in relief, before Derek pushed her down again, injecting Stiles with the full length again. This time, Stiles screamed. It continued, repeatedly. Slowly it gets addictive. It made her stomach fluttered like never before. Made her feels sexy. Made her feels alive. Made her body shivered in wants.

More.

She gasped and curled her arms around Derek. The werewolf kept fucking her ruthlessly, and it was good, better than good. Stiles moaned softly on Derek's ear, made easy because of their sitting pose. It aroused Derek further, as he pounded up faster. Stiles couldn't move, and honestly it was too good for her to move she couldn't control her body Derek's control was good for now. It was her first time, don't judge her on being lazy and make Derek did all the work. The man didn't sound like he minded it either.

It felt so good, too good to be true.

She panted, feeling her inside being touched with every inch of the big cock. Nothing was romantic, it was animalistic, full of pants and lusts and dirty sound of her ass cheeks slapping Derek's thighs. She started to get some control over her own body, limbs, and her hole. When Derek pushed in next, she constricted it tight.

Holy Jesus on crack.

She could felt the whole thing, the size, the shape, the thickness, the wetness, the hotness, everything. Derek was truly inside her, splitting her up.

Derek moaned too, loudest, showing his agreement with Stiles.

Stiles started to gain her confidence. It felt good for both of them. Not only her, but him as well. She moved her hips,

Oh dear.

That was new.

She likes it.

And so, when Derek pushed up the next time, she was ready. She moved her hips, grinds it down to meet the push. At first it was painful, too deep, just too deep—but then again, the feeling came back. The pleasure, oh and the need to pee. It was arousing. Stiles wanted more. And she knew Derek needed more as well.

She felt Derek's skin getting hotter and hotter, now a bit wet from the sweat. Their sweat. She kept moving up and down, enjoying everything, Derek inside her, Derek's hands on her hips, the sounds of slapping skin against skin, the moans sometimes from her and sometimes from him, the heating air around them, and the smell of sex.

The sensations built up. Stiles felt her stomach constricted without her control—it milked Derek's cock inside her. Derek panted harder, his hand gripping her hips in more desperate and painful manner. She was almost there, don't know what 'there' is, but she knew she was coming there. And then she realized, the dick drilling inside her was getting bigger.

"Wh..ahhh What…?"

And there. It became bigger it hurts.

Stiles screamed and pushed Derek away. Unfortunately the base of his penis became too big for her to push out, so she was stuck. Then she felt Derek coming, hot thing spurting inside her body, her hole. Dear lord, she cried hard. It brought her to her own orgasm. Something that made her lost her vision, everything was stars and white.

She slugged forward, leaning on Derek.

She thought it was the end of it. It was immensely good, something she didn't mind having again, but probably not so soon. She needs to recover from the feeling first. There is so much good one can take.

Then she felt Derek rutting again. Not as desperate, but definitely moving inside her again. The thing is, because the penis became giant, Stiles couldn't push him away. The only thing she could do was to let Derek had his time, pushing in and out in minimum distance. She was stuck there, on Derek's lap, feeling Derek rutting and chasing his own pleasure again, the big thing corked her pussy and wont let her move away.

She closed her eyes and let Derek finish himself for the second time.

Then, when she was starting to get aroused again, Derek came again inside her. The spurt was hot; she wanted to moan, but Derek's voice shut her up.

"Kate!"

Oh.

Her name is Stiles… yes?

Oh.

Derek opened his eyes and he paled. He looked so guilty and afraid. Stiles blinked. She closed her eyes. The guilt made it even more painful.

"St..Stiles, I don't… I mean, "

So much for the joy of her first time. People said that first time was never the best, but nobody warned her of how painful it would be.

She tried to smile, but the pain in her chest messed her control. She couldn't smile at all, just staring at Derek's face. It has returned from the half wolf creature he was before. In front of him was Derek, the usual Derek, who has invaded her room and bedroom and pretended to like Stiles but who ever like Stiles? Everybody like Stiles when they needed something from her. And Derek has tainted her with his need.

She couldn't blame him, really. She offered before, and she let him did it. So she couldn't blame him. The pain in her chest and the disappointment in her head were all her own fault. At least it was pleasurable for her before he called someone else's name.

Stiles took away her arms from Derek's neck, suddenly feeling less inclined to touch the man. She would love to move and went into the house, if only she was not tied by the swelling penis inside her. She tried to tug, but it was painful for both of them.

Derek was stammering in apology.

Stiles pretended she couldn't hear. It was silly, since they were tied up and there are only centimeters of distance between them. But Stiles hold on to her dignity. She tried to gather her clothes, ignoring Derek. She found her hoodie and her pants.

The swelling reduced after five awkward minutes. Immediately after she felt the swelling going down, she pulled away. Derek tried to help her by gripping her hips, but she shrugged it as if she was disgusted. She was, actually disgusted with him and herself. What did she think? The man didn't like her at all. Stiles was just a convenient body who let him have his pleasure.

She moved to the driver seat, trying to ignore the new pain inside her stomach and vagina while putting on her clothes back. She opened the door then, and closed it behind her.

It was her jeep. Well, at least she lost her virginity inside her beloved jeep. It was somehow a consolation. Or a bad thing, since she would be reminded of the failure and pain everytime she uses her jeep. Shit. She couldn't think now. It was painful just to breathe.

Slowly she walked—she tried to walk with dignity, but it was a bit of pain to walk. So she walked slowly, pretending nothing was wrong. The front door was locked, and when she tried to find the key, she found nothing. Either she has lost her key somewhere, or she left it inside the jeep. And she didn't want to face anyone, especially Derek right now.

She made mistakes by mistakes that night. Full moon does affect everyone, huh? Not only the werewolves.

"…Let me." Derek suddenly was standing behind her. She jumped out of surprised and cursed when the pain between her legs shot her nerves. Derek's hands steadied her and she immediately shrugged it off. Derek radiating regret when Stiles flinched and looked like he wanted to hug Stiles.

He kicked the door instead.

It opened easily, the door broken. Stiles nodded in thanks, she must keep being polite after all, but she couldn't speak much at the moment. She walked in and climbed the stairs, to her room. Her bed looked so good now and she snuggled into the comforter.

"For all it's worth, I am sorry." Derek said behind her. "I am truly sorry Stiles."

"D...Don't! It was…" Stiles didn't know why she spoke out, really. "…my first."

She sobbed.

"P…Please…leave."

Derek's voice was full of guilt. "I... I can't leave you like this."

"Leave. Please."

And the door was closed behind her. Stiles buried her face on her pillow before crying her heart out.