RIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIING! Derek punched the alarm clock next to his bed, sending the flimsy piece of machinery across the room, where it broke against the wall and finally fell silent. Derek blinked against the blinding sunlight that was filtering into his bedroom.
Fuck, his head hurt, like it was ready to explode. Derek growled under his breath at the pain like that might make it go away as he got out of bed and walked to his bathroom.
"What the hell?" Red, glowing red his eyes were. Derek stared at himself in the mirror, not knowing what the hell was making his wolf so agitated this morning. And no matter what he tried, he just couldn't calm down, no way to soothe his beast. "Fuck." He huffed, deciding that maybe some breakfast was in order and would ease things, especially his god-awful headache.
His head pounded more and more with each step, low rumbles coming out of him against his will.
As he came into the kitchen, all of his pack-mates drew back, some of them whimpering as they all lowered their heads in submission. It seemed that he was so off-kilter that they all felt threatened even though he was still in human form and not even intending to show his authority. With a couple curse words, he grabbed a ham sandwich and headed back out of the kitchen;just because he was in a bad mood, didn't mean his pack had to suffer through it.
"I'm just asking, why is it you smell like wet dog even when you're in human form after you get wet?" Derek's gaze jerked up at the sound. Stiles. His wolf fell into a rage of...what the hell?!...desire.
Scott, barely noticable to Derek, next to Stiles went still as he identified the Alpha smell and sounds Derek was giving off. He glanced over at Stiles as Derek advanced towards the two. "Stiles..."
"Why the hell is he looking at me like that?" Stiles' eyes were wide as he saw Derek coming too. "Scott? It looks like he's gonna go all homicidal on us...okay, on me."
"Derek? Derek, man, what's wrong?" Scott's voice didn't even register, Derek's entire being was focused on Stiles. The werewolf had finally figured out what was happening to him, he had just gone into heat and Stiles, for some sick reason, was the thing his wolf wanted.
Stiles backed up with each step Derek took, "I think I should run for it..." Stiles had always been somewhat threatened by Derek, but he had never feared Derek like he did right now. "I probably won't get anywhere, but it's worth a shot...right?" Every instinct of Stiles' was screaming danger.
"I don't think that's a good idea..." Scott murmured, but too late. Stiles had already turned around and was sprinting down the hallway. Derek instantly responded to the escape attempt, bolting after the human; his sandwich laying forgotten where it was dropped.
"Fuck, why does that guy hate me!?" Stiles huffed under his breath, taking a turn and seeing out of his periphery that Derek was less than a yard behind him. "Oh shit!" Just as he tried to quicken his pace, Derek shot up beside him and slammed him from the side. To Stiles shock, he went catapulting through the open doorway into Derek's bedroom, landing on Derek's bed. "What the fuck?!" The human let out a shriek of terror as the werewolf then leapt ontop of him.
"Stop! Oh god, what the hell did I do to deserve this?! I have been nothing but civil with you, which is quite something considering you're an animal!" Stiles pushed both hands against Derek's chest but got nowhere against the wall of muscle above him. He froze as Derek leaned down, folding Stiles arms as he went. Stiles clenched his teeth as it seemed obvious that Derek was going for his throat. "Don't-"
"Hush...I'm not going to hurt you." Derek said softly, his nose gliding against Stiles neck as he took in the human boy's scent.
"You're freaking me out, what the hell are you doing?" Stiles murmured, shifting uncomfortably under the werewolf, getting a sharp growl and his body pushed down.
"Don't move. Just shut up and lie still." Derek hissed, starting to nip at Stiles' throat with his teeth, grinding his body between Stiles' legs.
"Stop it..." Stiles whined as his scent blossomed to Derek's nose. Derek nearly purred as his wolf did from the pleasurous smell. What a smell. Derek would have never imagined that Stiles would smell this good. "Derek..." Stiles' voice was nearly a squeak. Sure, the human boy had always know that Derek was one hell of a looker, I mean-who could deny it when the werewolf had that god-like toned body? And Stiles knew that he was attracted to that god-like toned body, who wouldn't be?
Somehow the babble in Stiles mind was starting to quiet as his body attuned to the feel of Derek rubbing against him. The soft scratch from Derek's stubble as the wolf kissed along his jaw. The heavy heat from Derek's body ontop of him. Derek's fingers brushing up Stiles' shirt, touching his bare skin. "Derek!"
Derek growled low in his throat, pulling back from his work on the human boy's neck and staring down at Stiles, "What, damn it?" His wolf was ready for some intense bed-play and willing to dutifully take Stiles out of his virgin status that the human often complained about.
"A-are you seriously going to do what I think you're going to do?" Stiles asked, not sure whether his heart was pounding with fear or excitement. How cute. Derek had never seen Stiles look so damn adorable.
"What do you think I'm going to do?" Derek inquired, slightly amused, leaning down to come face-to-face with Stiles.
Stiles took a hard breath, "Um..." For once, it seemed the boy was speechless.
"Did you think I was going to do this?" Derek stole Stiles' lips, giving a quick kiss, "Or maybe this?" This time he claimed the human's mouth, using his tongue to explore inside and leave a lingering feeling. Stiles let out a breathless groan in response, Derek could feel his wolf tremble in excitement; he was definitely going to strip Stiles of his vigin problem and much more.
The werewolf kissed the boy deeply again, rolling his hips against the boy's pelvice. Stiles groaned once more, giving into the demands that Derek's wolf was starting to lay out. The wolf demanded bare skin, Stiles was willing stripped of his shirt. The wolf demanded response, Stiles murmured softly as his nipples were ravished.
"Derek..." the werewolf was surprised to hear Stiles call his name, especially like that- an almost moan that breathed out of the human's mouth. Stiles' pants were gone instantly after that, Derek taking up residence between his legs. "Oh God!" Fantasies of getting oral sex had nothing on the actual experience of it, as Stiles was finding in this moment. What Derek could do with his tongue should be illegal in most states, it could drive someone to enslavement, was the last thought Stiles had before his mind slipped into blissful study of what was being done to him.
Derek's tongue travelled the boy's length, down and then back up to trace the crown, relentlessly teasing the engorged head to the point that Stiles was nearly jacking up off the mattress; only the werewolf's grip on his hips was keeping him flat against the bed. Stiles moaned out Derek's name, over and over, pricking the inner wolf's ears in the most delightful way.
Stiles jolted with a gasp as Derek pressed his fingers inside, unable to decide if he liked it or not because the werewolf's tongue was still enslaving him. Stiles cried out softly in bliss, writhing as Derek's fingers penatrated deeper and stretched his insides. The long moments of this was almost like torture for Stiles, it was as if Derek knew when he was right on the edge of climax and was refusing to let the human go over that edge. When the boy got close, the werewolf retreated from the hard vicious licks to soft long licks that didn't do more than egg Stiles on. "Derek!" This was a whine of desperation, needy and loud.
"Relax..." Derek released Stiles' hips, instead grabbing them and positioning them just so.
"Wh-what?" Stiles asked with a pant then whimpered when Derek's shaft entered him. Agony or ecstasy, Stiles wasn't sure which he was feeling until Derek was fully shealthed inside and ecstasy was the definite answer. Bliss screamed through the human's veins as his body adjusted to the werewolf's length, the heat from this connection almost unbearable.
What sounded like a sexy groan to Stiles' ears escaped Derek as he enjoyed the tightness of the virgin body beneath him. Stiles shivered as the groan almost carressed his ears, and let out a cry when Derek slowly began pumping into him. The human dug his fingers into the werewolf's thick black hair, his nails biting into the wolf's scalp. A low growl came from Derek at the touch of pain and he leaned over to bite Stiles' neck.
Pain and pleasure lanced through the boy's body, his moans growing louder until they were practically screams. Derek's wolf loved the sound, it was almost like music, music that sang through his heart and burned into his veins. He loved it. Oh fuck. Realization dawned as Derek drove Stiles and himself towards climax. He loved Stiles. Oh my fucking god. And even worse, he didn't mind.
Derek let out a roar as orgasm overcame him, relishing the way Stiles' body clamped down around him as he too came. Derek dropped his nose to Stiles' neck, taking in his smell once more; it was even more wonderful when soaked with the scent of sex and Derek's own smell. And again, oh fuck. Derek had imprinted on the human, putting his smell on the boy as a warning to all others that Stiles was officially Derek's.
"That was...amazing, I can't believe I was a virgin so long..." Stiles murmured breathlessly, catching Derek's attention, even making him chuckle.
"That's all you have to say?" Derek asked, refusing to look Stiles in the eyes, because he knew he'd just want to do more, which probably wasn't good for a first timer.
"...yeah...okay, no." Stiles took a breath, here came the long list of questions that Derek was almost positive he didn't want to answer.
He pushed into Stiles, making the human gasp, "No talking." He gruffed, finally unable to resist looking at the person he had just realized that he loved. Stiles was flushed, lightly touched with sweat, panting softly. "I can't let you go." EVER.
"What's that supposed to mean?" Stiles squirmed and Derek could feel his inner walls clench around his still hard member.
"I'm in heat." Derek snapped.
"Wow, werewolves go into heat? Do males and females do it or just males? How oft-aaahn!" Derek cut off Stiles by pushing his hips in.
"Which means I plan to fuck you until I'm satisfied." Derek said with a growl of impatience.
"Alright! Alright!" Stiles whimpered, pulling on Derek's hair and writhing, "Just...gently." To say Derek was surprised would be an understatement, Stiles was going to give his body over to Derek? Damn, that was attractive in a mate. Don't even go there. Derek had to remind himself that despite the fact that he'd realized he was in love, didn't mean Stiles felt the same. But oh well, this moment was enough for now, this moment would sate his body and his wolf.
And he would take what he could get. "I promise I will be." Derek murmured, hoping he didn't sound too pathetically soft. He kissed the human deeply, looking forward to this night. And maybe, god willing, more nights to come.
The End!
Author's note: Well I don't know much, but hopefully the story was enjoyable! Reviews would be nice if anyone really liked it! :-)