"Why, why are you in my room again? I though Mr. Alpha would be all not hiding in my bedroom." She jumped up out of her chair when he came in through the window. "Also your uncle attacked Lydia and slammed my head into a car. Do all of you do that? Should I be concerned that Scott is going to start slamming my head into things, or is this just a Hale thing?"

"Shut up. Just shut up for once." Derek drags himself into the bed and collapse; well half collapses because he is removing clothing at the same time.

"What are you doing? That's my bed. I need it for sleeping and reading comics and on rare occasions jumping up and down." Stiles hasn't even gotten out of her tux dress, because like hell was she going to wear a real dress dress, and its now covered in blood and sweat and car grease.

"My bed now, you can have the floor." Derek half mumbles into her pillow, but that is her good pillow with the foam and everything.

"This is my house, my rules. Remember? Also what about my dad?" Because the sheriff might take offense to a twenty something in his teenage daughter's bed.

"He never comes in here." Derek states.

"How do you know that, he could totally come in here all the time without knocking and you would have no way of knowing." She is pacing now.

"Stiles." Derek groans but she is kind of in a rant already so he can just sit on his furry ass and listen.

"Is there Stiles GPS that I don't know about? Because you and Peter seem to keep finding me even when I am doing absolutely nothing. I mean really, I was kidnapped tonight and a girl who is finally starting to be my friend got mauled and may be dying."

"Stiles."

"Do you know how hard it is for me to make friends with girls? Like way harder than it is for most people to get gun licenses. Because let me tell you not having a mom for puberty was really fucking weird. And yes my dad never comes in the room not after what he calls the 'God Father Incident' but that was totally not my fault."

"Stiles."

"This is why people at school seem to think I am a lesbian, and am totally not a lesbian. Despite the fact that I am convinced Lydia has magic boobs. Or at least something hypnotic on her lip gloss, because who really stays that shinny all day? I mean honestly. And now I will never find out because she is either going to die or become your new Uhura."

"Geinim." Derek says forcefully.

"What?" She pauses next to the bed. Derek's arm shoots out and grabs her topping her on top of him.

"You are going to shut up now." He tells her and then before she has time to come up with a response or even form words his mouth is on hers. Stiles really needs to start expecting this sexual assault more, but can it really be called assault when she likes it so much.

Because she really likes it. Derek is rough with her and the kisses aren't delicate or chaste but rather demanding and hard. His teeth close on her lips through out. So she gives it back and sinks her tiny human canines into his lower lip. Derek must like that because his chest rumbles with a growl and then his hands are moving.

Hand really, just the one. The other is busy pulling apart the poor attempt at curls she did. This hand had traveled lower and moves her short dress up and then there is a rip.

"Did you just slice through my tights?" She gasps pulling away from him. Derek's eyes are wolf glow red and it might be the creepiest and hottest thing she has ever seen.

"And your panties." He growls and thrusts into her at the same time. No warm up, no build up, just three fingers all at once deep inside her. The noise that comes out of her throat is not so much a moan as a scream of approval because she is already drenched and he didn't need to be gentle with. Stiles doesn't want gentle.

It's almost embarrassing how quickly she comes. But Derek really knows what he is doing and she is not used to feeling some one else down there. All it takes is some really fast thrusting and the palm of his hand hitting her clit and its over. She is still gasping as he flips her around so that she is now face his rather impressive erection.

"Um Derek, are you shutting me up with your penis?" She asks as he shoulders her legs wider apart. Stiles is now on all fours with her ass firmly is Derek's face.

"Yes." He bites down on her clit and she spasms. But Derek is having none of this delay. He reaches between them and removes his erection from the flap of his boxers and then pushes her face down. "Now Stiles."

She doesn't hesitate this time because every thrust she takes down her throat he returns with a thrust of tongue and a pinch with his fingers. It's not some romantic encounter, they are violently blowing each other and it's the hottest thing she has ever experienced. It's everything porn promised and more because nothing can quite match the power of an alpha werewolf on a mission.

Stiles comes three times like this with his cock deep in her throat, her moans vibrating down him. On the fourth time she feels him tense under her and Derek's hand comes to the back of her head pushing her down until he hits the back of her throat and then he is coming and she has to swallow or choke. She feels tears run down her face because her gag reflex is screaming and it hurts but it's amazing because through the pain she is orgasming.

Stiles half rolls, half shoves her self off Derek and lays there panting trying to wrap her head around what just happened; because it seems like she just sixty-nined with Derek freaking Hale.

"That was…"Derek starts sitting up to look at her. He still has his shirt on, which is a crime against humanity. There should be laws saying he can never wear shirts, unless cooking with grease.

"So much weirder tasting than the internet lets on to." Stiles finishes, because now is a perfect time to ruin this. She should just put her foot in her mouth, but you know it would have to fight with Derek's come. She needs to stop thinking and talking apparently. He glares at her, which is ruined because she can see her come on his beard. Stiles makes a mental note that stubble is God's gift to women.

"Hmm." He hums at her tilting his head like a dog.

"Hmm what?" She asks. Her dress is so ruined, worst fifty bucks she ever spent.

"You do look hot with running mascara." Derek smirks at her.

"So on top of being an asshole you are a sexual deviant, good to know." He pushes her off the bed with a well-placed kick. "Hey!"

"I am sleeping now. No more talking." Derek snaps while she lays there on the ground flailing her limbs around like and idiot.

"I hate you." She bursts out. "This changes nothing!" He grumbles a sleepy 'of course not' and rolls away from her. Stiles tears off her dress and throws in angrily into the hamper and pulls on one of the jerseys she sleeps in. "And don't ever use my first name in public!" Throwing the pillow at his head does nothing, he is dead to the world, bastard. And he didn't even take off his shirt. She crawls into the other side of the bed and faces away from him. Two can play this game.

I had way more fun writing that than makes perfect sense. Like it was so much fun. Also the "God Father Incident" is a subtle yet gross reference to her having her period all over the sheets. Oh god this is such a weird mess of strangeness. It will just get worse after I see the new episode I am sure.

And I told myself this was going to be short with only one or two chapters. I lie to myself way more than is perfectly natural. -E