Disclaimer: Teen wolf does not belong to me (cries) anyways you guys all rock for your support and I thought you were all due a little sweet smut next haha hope you like x

Waking up at 3.07am with a boner was not exactly Stiles' idea of a pleasant time.

There was nothing worse than having one and knowing there was absolutely nothing he could do about it. It was torture.

Okay maybe that was a bit dramatic but it was the truth.

He tried everything from adjusting himself awkwardly to trying to go back to sleep but nope, clearly god had it out for him.

Plus it didn't help Kayla was asleep behind him, her arm slung around his chest, face nuzzled into the side of his neck and near enough every inch of her body pressed tightly up against his back, her long bare legs intertwined with his own.

Holy god this was hellish.

It's not like he could just nudge her awake and go 'hey babe, sorry to wake you but I need a quickie, won't be long' and just hop on. She needed her sleep, hell they both did, hence why this hard on happened at such an inconvenient time.

He squirmed a little, totally uncomfortable.

Right, that was it. Something had to be done about this thing. It was just getting worse and worse, nothing he did helping it go down. It was just there. No doubt laughing at him.

Gently, he took a hold of her arm holding his chest and slowly, as to not disturb her, pulled it away from his body so he could slowly try and slide away from her to the side of the bed, cringing as the bed creaked and squeaked as his weight moved over the springs.

Yup. He definitely needed a new bed. It had clearly gotten a lot of use.

He could barely see anything, the room dark, so he felt his way to the end of the bed, no doubt making an idiot of himself and just as he put his hand out to support himself on the bedside table he misjudged where it was, his open palm hitting nothing but thin air and he let out a small yelp as he rolled off the edge of the bed, painfully face planting the floor and letting out a grunt.

Holy god… what?

He spat out a mouthful of carpet fluff, slowly pushing himself up onto his elbows, hoping he hadn't woken up the entire household but that thought soon got screwed to hell as he heard a quiet muffled laugh and cringed, mentally slapping himself around the head.

"What ya doing down there Stilinski? My company not good enough for you?" She joked lightly, voice slurred from sleep as he clambered onto his hands and knees, arms pressed into the mattress as he squinted through the hazy darkness to see her bright eyes watching him in amusement.

"Sorry" He winced, "I just needed to-" jerk off, nothing too serious, "-use the bathroom"

Because 'use the bathroom' was totally code for pleasuring himself when needed, everyone knew that.

She let out a tired groan, stretching out her long limbs slowly, "Oh really? Cos it kinda sounds like you have a boner"

"Wha-No" He denied immediately, sounding so offended at that presumption even though it was spot on, "Wh-What? No that's not… how could I have… heh, no…don't be silly…"

She slowly wiggled her way to his side of the bed, gazing at him like she was trying to hold back her laughter.

"Really?" She asked in playful disbelief, "Let me feel it then"

"You're not feeling it"

"Just let me touch your dick" She laughed a little, "Unless you know I'm really going to enjoy what I feel" She smirked, biting her lip to hold back her laughs as he blushed at getting caught sneaking to the bathroom of all places to play with himself. That was just mortifying.

He groaned a little, knowing she had him there.

"Fine" He admitted, "I have the most persistent, annoying and now borderline painful hard on in the history of hard ons, I don't even know how it happened" He rambled in defence as she felt her shoulders shaking with laughs, a tired smile pulling at her lips, "I was sleeping then BAM, it was just there. I feel like I've taken a whole pack of Viagra…"

"You could've just woke me up" She whispered, reaching out to take his hand and tug him up off the floor, him awkwardly trying to follow her lead but it was increasingly difficult with the rock hard bulge taking up all of his focus, "I'm sure you'd be done in under two minutes"

"Ha-ha" He rolled his eyes playfully as he perched next to her on the bed, her snuggled into the soft duvet and pillows, "You know I don't like to do that. Sex is for two people, not one"

Her eyes were drifting shut again, her body far more relaxed than he had ever seen.

"Go back to sleep" He whispered, laying a tentative hand over her cheek to stroke her soft skin, "I, clearly, won't be long" Two minutes, in out, as simple as that. But before he could try and stand without falling (again) she sluggishly reached out to grab his arm, her intentions clear: She wanted him to stay.

"Uh… you want me to just finish myself off here? Not that I mind, I'm sure there's tissues somewhere-"

She cut him off with a gentle chuckle, her hand trailing slowly down his bare arm to playfully tug at the elasticated waistband of his pyjama pants, his increased neediness and want making him jump at the action.

"Take them off"

Her request was simple and straight to the point despite the fact her voice sounded slurred and lazy, fighting off sleep.

"Uh... um…. Heh… yeah, okay…" He, too, was too tired to argue with that amazingly perfect request, shimmying himself free from his plaid pyjama pants and kicking them away, groaning at the slight friction the material made against his length, anticipation running through his veins.

She didn't even have to say anything as she pulled at the end of his navy tee, clearly wanting that off too.

He swiped it off in one swift motion – what could he say? He was a people pleaser.

"Hmmmm" She hummed out quietly, slowly kicking away the duvet that cocooned her, twisting around on her back, "Take off my shorts Stilinski"

He gulped, eyes heavy with lust as he allowed his keen gaze to run up her smooth legs to the little cloth shorts she wore to bed, his breathing becoming that little bit more erratic. So, slowly, his body physically exhausted despite the excitement pumping through his veins, he leaned forward, letting his long fingers hook into the thin material and gently pull them down her thighs, Kayla lifting her legs to help him with the task.

And crap… he bit down harshly on his bottom lip, stopping a low growl from ripping through his throat at the sight of her not wearing any underwear.

Fuck she was beautiful. Plus it didn't help any she was wearing his green tee to bed, the look so perfect on her he had to stop his eyes bugging from their sockets.

Holy crap… what did he do to deserve this?

He started slowly kissing up her legs, his lips soft like feathers dusting along her warm skin, his hands gripping at her flesh as he moved up, loving the feel of her body against his – always so welcoming and comforting, finding solace and happiness in her arms, wanting to just stay in her embrace forever.

He was sure he heard her let out a breathy moan, her body relaxed and limp as she lounged against the pillows, her eyes closed.

He gently pried her thighs apart slowly, his lips fluttering along the warm skin edging closer to her core… desperate to pleasure her, make her happy, taste her… oh god, how badly he wanted to taste her, feel that delicious silkiness in his mouth – it was almost painful to express how much he wanted to make her feel as good as she always did to him, his love for her knowing no boundaries.

He inched closer to her pulsating core, his nose skimming along the tops of her thigh but before he could wrap his lips gently around the hood of her clit, let his tongue slowly roam down her slit and bundle of nerves like he oh so desperately wanted to, he felt her tired hands slowly tug him upwards.

He had been so achingly close to her warmth, wanting nothing more than to show her how much he loved her, planning to take it slow, hitting every damn spot she had. He had even forgotten about the uncomfortable pressure tightening between his legs, his length desperate for attention.

"I… I want to watch" She whispered, words lazing together, "I want to see you"

He hovered over her, trying to breathe deeply through the pleasure overtaking every molecule of his body, trying to keep his composure after her husky words that sent shivers racing up his spine.

"Anything for you" He kept his voice low, holding himself up and pressing a soft kiss to her cheekbone before leaning to the side and fumbling with the lamp switch, the room suddenly shining with dim light, enough that they could make out each other's bodies, gazes fixed on each other's expression.

They both looked exhausted yet determined, Stiles' gaze leaving scorch marks along her skin as he let his honey flecked stare to trail over the outline of her body under his baggy t-shirt – her collar bone poking out from the squint tee, the curve of her perky breasts beneath the thin material, her nipples slowly hardening under his lustful gaze, the subtle shape of her waist… god, it was driving him crazy.

He leaned down to rest on his elbows, their lips brushing against each other's as he pressed his sweaty skin against hers, too tired – his energy draining – to do much else.

"I only want you" broke free from his lips, their breaths mixing together as he locked his eyes onto her surprised stare, "Kaylz… it's only ever you"

He loved her. He chose to be with her. Through hard times he thought of her, knowing how much her presence helped him. No one else did that, not the same way she did. Sometimes his chest literally ached with the amount of love trying to burst through.

He only ever wanted to make her happy, as simple as that.

She raised her tired hands, twisting her fingers through his damp hair before locking them around his neck, keeping their foreheads pressed together.

"Stiles…" She whispered feebly, eyelids drooping but managed a small tired smile, "I'm too tired to slap you for your cringey sap" She joked lightly, gaze never leaving his.

"In that case…" He grinned, tilting his head a little to the side to pepper light kisses across her cheek before placing one at the end of her nose, "you can't argue with me when I tell you how much I love you… always and forever…"

"Mmmm" She murmured quietly, slowly unclasping one hand from around his neck and letting it flutter down his bare chest, making him shiver, "Let me show you how much I love you" And the next thing he felt was her thumb slowly, cautiously, agonisingly lightly, roll around the head of his length, already embarrassingly spilling precum from the tip.

He jolted, a groan mixing with a sharp intake of breath as she curled those gentle fingers around his length, tightening her grip a little as she tugged lightly, watching in tired amusement as he near enough collapsed on her, unable to hold up his weight, burying his face into her chest.

Damn… she always made him feel so good, especially when his anticipation had been building up for the last hour.

"Uhhh… yes…" He whispered, the pads of her fingers dancing and caressing every little ridge on his length, "Jesus… you smell amazing"

He didn't mean to say that but the pleasure went to his head, frying his brain to hell. But she did, smell good that was, his primal instincts kicking in – slight sweat clung to her body mixed with the floral sent of her shower gel, the smell of both their arousals clinging to her warm skin.

Slowly, tiredly, he pushed himself up, his bare chest skimming along her cloth covered one and nudged her legs apart more so they lay sprawled around them on the bed, aching to just let go and ravish her slowly, carefully, lazily, wanting her to enjoy it just as much.

He revolved his hips, blindly trying to align himself at her entrance, his reddened flushed tip rolling across her sensitive skin. But he soon felt those soft folds rubbing along him, wet – yes – but not quite as wet as he would've liked, yearning to taste and feel her that welcoming warm juices sear his skin and tastebuds.

Gently he guided her free hand back to his neck, liking how in the midst of passion she would grip and scratch at him, eager to feel her nails leaving subtle marks indented in his pale skin.

He couldn't take anymore build-up so, leaning down to capture her lips in a loving, sweet kiss, he pushed into her slowly, only then realising how painfully tight she was, a shuddering gasp mixed with a sharp wince of pain freeing from her lips, her body clenching involuntarily underneath him, her nails subconsciously digging into the back of his sweaty neck.

He paused, hating how good she felt around him when he had clearly, accidentally, hurt her, "I'm-I'm sorry" He whispered, his forehead touching hers as he gazed down on her face that had screwed up in slight distress, her body not quite ready for sex quite yet, her engine not revved enough, "I didn't mean to hurt you"

Guilt seized, his actions immediately stopping, his bare body enveloped in her embrace.

She didn't even realise she was holding her breath, refraining from letting out another small wince as she slowly opened her eyes, staring up into his own guilt ridden honey flecked ones.

"It-it's okay" She stuttered, letting out a whoosh of air as the sharp pain subsided a little, "Keep going"

"No" He shook his head adamantly, still staying still inside her, "Not if it hurts baby" He whispered, placing a gentle kiss to her cheek and, keeping his hips as still as possible, moved a hand slowly between their bodies, sliding it across the bare skin of her stomach to inch along the hood of her clit, rubbing the pad of his thumb around the soft nub, a smile tugging at his lips as he felt her jolt in sudden pleasure, a gentle hum vibrating through her chest.

"Just relax" He advised, his voice a little slurred from tiredness as he pressed featherlike kisses down her cheek and jawline, burying his face into the crook of her neck to gently suck at the warm skin, her head tilting back into the pillows in satisfaction, "I'll take care of you…" that she didn't doubt one bit, "I'll always take care of you"

Her bare body shuddered underneath him, her nails detaching from his neck to slide across his chest and grip at his lower back, pulling their bodies closer together.

Slowly, patiently, he circled her clit gently, loving the feel of her body vibrate with needy breathless gasps, still enveloped within her tight warmth but not moving an inch, his hips pressed against her own as he pleasured her, his heated lips ghosting along the curve of her neck.

He didn't want to hurt her – as simple as that. Of course it took girls a little longer to get ready, that was basic biology, and he hated causing her pain, especially when it was for his own enjoyment. He wanted her to enjoy it as well, even if the sex was lazy and sleepy, which – sometimes – was the best kind of sex. Relaxed, slow and intimate.

Her nails scratched down his bare back, leaving red marks in their wake as she wrapped her delicate fingers around his hips, holding him in place as he felt her slowly give into the intense feelings of pleasure, biting her lip to stop her moans.

He tilted his head up and with his free hand gently pulled her bottom lip free from her teeth, cupping her cheek tenderly and staring down at her lovingly.

"Don't" He whispered with a smile, causing her to open her tired eyes and look up at him in confusion, "I want to hear you"

He was sure her skin flushed at that, her eyes locked onto his as he circled around her warm flesh again, loving nothing more than watching her squirm and hear those beautiful light moans slip past his lips, her skin getting wetter with each carefully placed touch he gave, knowing exactly the best way to turn her on.

Knowing he had succeeded, rather amazingly if he did say so himself, at causing her body to come alive underneath him, he watched her expression as he ever so slowly pulled out of her until all that remained buried in her wet folds was the tip of length and had to repress a smile at the achingly desperate look that crossed her features, her nails curling into his pale flesh.

He leaned down, nose skimming against hers as he let his lips touch hers faintly, just hard enough to cause them both to feel that familiar tingling sensation of want and need, hot ragged breaths mixing together.

"You want to go on top?" He asked with a sleepy husky voice, chest constricting with desire, eyes flitting between those deep green orbs he could disappear in forever and her soft plump lips, so damn eager to just capture them and never stop kissing her.

Her breathing was borderline erratic, anticipation burning through her hungry gaze.

"Do you want me to go on top?" She retaliated with a playful and knowing smirk, eyes heavy with tiredness but yet bright with love.

Damn… she knew him too well.

He couldn't deny the intense waves of pleasure that coursed and pulsated through his body at the feel of her atop him, taking control, choosing the pace and rhythm. It was mind boggling and amazing and he was always more than happy to take the submissive role.

She knew what his answer would be already, but watching his eyes glaze over with lust caused her body to burn with heat, her stomach clenching.

Dammit Stiles…

She slid her hands up to his shoulders, tightening her weak legs around his hips and gently rolling them over so he was sprawled out on his back, all the moving about causing his hair to ruffle about messily.

"Slowly" He whispered quietly, gliding his open palms up and down her bare thighs causing her to shiver, "Make love to me slowly…"

Fine by her. She was still caught in that state between being awake and asleep, her eyes droopy and body humming with gentle tiredness so took her time to carefully mount him, angling herself and slowly revolving her hips to take more of him, throwing her head back in satisfaction.

Unlike before it wasn't painful or uncomfortable, it was just pure pleasure. The feeling of him filling her, the pressure inside her causing her to shake in euphoria was something that couldn't be explained.

It was just pure heaven, as simple as that.

She was sure she heard him let out a low growl, his hands sliding up his baggy grey tee she was wearing to grip at her hips, his long fingers stroking her hot clammy skin, soothing her.

But he didn't make a move to remove the last remaining piece of clothing, either too tired or preoccupied she couldn't tell, so just settled in lightly grasping the hem of the tee and slowly tugging it from her body, her limbs aching with tiredness.

She dropped it next to them on the bed, shaking out her wild hair that tumbled down around her shoulders and cascaded over her breasts, holding back a smirk of delight as his eyes widened considerably, his eyebrows raising and his adams apple starting to bounce up and down, clearly struggling for air.

It was like he had never seen her naked before which, newsflash, he has – thousands of times, you think he would be used to her body by now but, well, Stiles was Stiles, she didn't expect anything less.

She intertwined their fingers, clasping their hands, palms pressed together at her sides as she agonisingly slowly rolled her hips, grinding against his pelvis and hitting every sensitive nerve she had at the same time, her breath catching in her throat.

"Oh… god…" Stiles groaned quietly, his dark eyes moving from her breasts to the subtle slow grinding she was performing, watching her hips raise slowly and slide over the base of his length, "This is so much better than my hand"

She let out a chuckle of amusement at the slip of his tongue, loving it more when he blushed when he realised what he said.

"Glad I could help" She whispered, tightening her hands in his grip when her clit rubbed against the base of his length, her brain turning muddled, "Even if it is nearly 4am"

A smile tugged at his lips at her humour, his intense stare flitting from their conjoining bodies slowly working together, harmoniously flowing towards pleasure and her face, watching her expression keenly.

She started twisting her hips, slowly moving up a couple of inches before dropping back down, her breath catching in her throat.

"D-Don't stop" Stiles whispered pleading, making sure he had a tight grip of her hands as he lay beneath her, gently allowing his hips to thrust into her, his length curving along her wet walls and making her moan, "Oh god… you feel so good. God… ride me"

Ditto Stiles. Fucking ditto.

She circled her hips over his gently, basking in the intense waves of pleasure it sent coursing through her weak body, her grip of his hands so strong they turned white. He filled her so completely that she knew she would miss the feeling when it was over – the safety and warmth it made her feel, the unexplainable pleasure that overtook her every thought.

She groaned, knowing how much he loved it when she got vocal, and couldn't help but let her head drop back, shuddering on top of him.

She wanted him to touch her, to touch every part with his loving hands that gently caressed her skin and caused her to break out in Goosebumps. She wanted him to get lost to the euphoria, as simple as that.

She guided her hands up to her chest, resting his open palms against her breasts to cup them, laying her hands on top of his to encourage movement – squeezing, caressing, grabbing, anything he wanted.

His hips thrusted a little more as the result of her action, his hands subconsciously tightening around her breasts, rolling the soft perky flesh around in his palms, always so gentle and loving, never demanding and rough (unless she wanted that of course).

He groaned again, raising his hips of the bed to bury himself deeper, loving the feel of her muscles clenching around his length, how warm and tight she got. Fuck…

He rolled his thumb pads over the raised nipple, smirking as she jolted in pleasure at that action, a hum of pleasure spilling from her lips.

Her body felt so good on his, fitting so perfectly like it was meant to happen that he felt that aching tightening in his lower stomach, pressure building between his legs.

"K-Kaylz, wait… s-stop" He groaned, his face screwing up in pleasure as he felt himself ready to cum inside her, "I'm… I'm going to… pause" He exhaled in relief as she slowed to a stop, helping him hold back from unravelling deep inside her tight warmth, "I can't cum yet… you first"

That same tired smile tugged at her lips, strands of hair sticking to her sweaty skin.

"Always so thoughtful" She whispered, "But uh… I kinda have a long way to go, so…."

He smiled in amusement, dropping his hands from cupping those perfect perky breasts of hers, watching as they bounced back to their normal position, gently sliding his hands into her hair and tugging her down on his chest, their foreheads pressed together tightly.

It didn't matter how long she needed, how long it took her to reach complete euphoria, he would get her there no matter what. He was determined.

"You're still cumming first, regardless" He whispered huskily, loving the feel of her chest sliding against his with each rapid breath she gave, her legs tight around his hips, "I'll get you there"

Keeping one hand gripping at her hair, he moved the other between their bodies again, his fingers immediately latching onto her flushed clit and rolling it around, pressing down with just enough pressure that it wasn't painful just super exhilarating.

She shuddered out a raspy breath, mouth opening a little in wonder.

"S-Stiles… St-St…" She groaned out his name, eyes blazing with need, "Kiss me. Kiss me… please"

She sounded desperate, her tone full of need, so he just brought her down into a slow intimate open mouthed kiss, his tongue dancing with hers. Her body, her soul, everything about her was fucking beautiful from the way her heart palpitated in her chest to how her tight warmth spasmed around his length, leaving both of them breathless.

He continued to lazily rub circles over her clit, aching to feel her release, wanting to watch her unravel.

She jerked a little on top of him, moaning into his mouth, helpless shuddering's raking through her body and he knew she was close.

He carefully jerked his hips, timing everything perfectly.

He watched as she screwed her eyes shut, pleasure pulsating through her core and body but he just shook his head, cupping the back of her neck.

"No… Kaylz, baby, open your eyes" He whispered, struggling to keep his own composure, "Please… let me see you…"

It took a few seconds but she obeyed, her eyes clouded with an intense, mind numbing thrill that buzzed throughout her entire body, uncontrollable moans filling the room.

"Let it go…" He whispered, "Just let go baby, I'm right here"

He held her shaking body closer to his, embracing her as she let out a loud gasp followed by the most gorgeous, alluring moan he had ever heard, holding her limp body as it collapsed on top of him.

Fuck… she tightened around him, forcing his thrusts to become deeper, more forceful but still just as slow as he rocked his hips and it didn't take long for Kayla to complete loose herself on him again, moaning his name over and over in a husky and needy voice.

That moment when he felt his stomach clench, that build up almost causing him to black out, he groaned, coming undone in breathless gasps and curses, spilling himself inside her.

Oh crap… wow…

It was… unbelievable.

And he really did mean unbelievable.

He slowed his hips down, resting still and holding her warm body atop his as they both tried to catch their breaths.

"Stilinski…" Kayla whispered, so faintly he could hardly hear her, nuzzling her head into his sweaty chest just below his chin, her hot breath causing his skin to tingle, "… you can wake me up anytime for that"

He chuckled tiredly, tangling his hands through her wild hair.

"I'll keep that in mind"

Placing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, he used every last ounce of energy pulling the duvet up around their bodies but by the time he did Kayla was already asleep, sprawled out over his chest.

And he had never seen something so damn perfect. It was so natural, completely unforced. Just two people enjoying special intimate moments with each other, wrapped up in their own little bubble.

"Sweet dreams Kaylz"

a/n) okay so I kinda rushed this at the end cos I have to be up in five hours for college shit hha BUT I HOPE YOU LIKED omg haha and please review, they mean so much seriously, youre all fab, see ya next time xxx