Author's Note: Hewwosihoosins. Shit, I hope someone reads this. If you are reading this and have read my Vampire Diaries one, yep. Weird, my shifting from the Vampire Diaries over to Teen Wolf. But, see, I just had to. I've actually done other works, like my American Idol one (but Fanficition doesn't have a category for that so I just have it tucked in my email, waiting for someone to read it.)

So, yeah, I know I have yet to finish TPRDS (it's what I name it when I'm uploading it), but please, don't be hasty. I've started it. XD

Oh, and enjoy. ;D

Warning: Yep. There's masturbation in this chapter. I thoroughly enjoyed it, seeing as it was my first time writing something like this, ever. Hope you do. Also, there's gonna be much more in the later chapters, which I am much too lazy to write right now.

Disclaimer: No, I do not own Teen Wolf. You can rest assured that I don't, cuz if I did, I would get some of those actors proper acting essons!

He's staring at me. Looking at me, his eyes piercing my very soul as he just…stares. He's leaning against the wall, looking so nonchalant. I just wanna tear the very skin off of his face. I wanna bite a hole through his shoulder. I wanna pull at his hair, and it wouldn't even matter if I was rough 'cuz he heals easily. He's a werewolf, for fuck's sake.

He keeps staring at me, a smirk appearing on his face. I gulp, not knowing how to proceed. How this whole thing started, I don't really remember. All I can tell you is I'm extremely angry. Red is beginning to taint the corners of my vision, and I breathe in a shaky breath, hoping to God or whatever deity that I can control myself. Control all of my urges.

His moves are sudden, so he catches me off guard when he quickly pushes off of the wall, walking toward me with that casual gait. I close my eyes, clenching my fists as he circles me, sniffing. He can smell my tension, my bloodlust, my regular lust. He knows.

He finally stops, and I can sense his body just inches from mine, though with my eyes closed it's only a faint line of white that appears in my line of sight. He's standing there, still as a statue, and I curse every single deity I can think of for causing my uncontrollable thoughts, my feelings, my desire. I open my eyes slowly, my vision following my eyelids, slowly starting from the tips of his beat up white converse, travelling up his worn black skinny jeans, casually stopping at the place where the zipper ended, before gliding up to see his old Franz Ferdinand t-shirt, and finally ending at his nearly perfect face, riddled with stubble. His hazel eyes narrow, his mouth turned down in a dominant frown, and I almost lose my control when Derek Hale lifts his shirt to scratch at something bothering his abs.

We've been in his house for a while now, both of us not wanting to start this first. We've been at each other's throats lately, and our opposing friction has come to a tremendous standstill as we wait for the other's move. His next line is what sends me over the edge.

"You're a worthless little cunt."

I snarl, baring my fangs, my eyes glowing a dangerous amber. I crouch, a low growl escaping my lips. He mimics me, his eyes glaring menacingly.

It is he who makes the first move, jumping at me and slamming me into the wall. He punches me, hard, and I feel blood gush out of my burst lip. I retaliate by ripping into his exposed neck, pulling out as much skin as possible. Looks like I get one of my wishes.

He lets out an enraged howl, throwing me against the opposing wall and stalking forward after me, picking me up again and slamming me into the ground. I see bright lights flashing in my eyes, before I close them, shaking my head. I stand up, feet unsure, a hand out for guidance.

He laughs, victorious. "That's right. The next time you wanna let out your little high school problems on someone, it had better not be me. Or else I will fucking kill you, no matter the Alpha."

I let out a half-assed growl, not really able to put much effort into it. He's just so…irritatingly annoying and sexy at the same time. I find it hard to breathe as I keep looking at him, so I turn, exiting his house wordlessly.

As I am just reaching the outskirts of his land, I hear a low chuckle.

I've reached my house. The sun has set, darkness spreads around me as I walk up to the front door, taking my key out and unlocking it. I slowly trudge up my steps, part of my mind noticing that Mom isn't here. What a surprise.

I kick open my door, taking out some of my frustration on it. Goddamn werewolf. Didn't have to go so fucking crazy. All I did was let out some of my frustrations from lacrosse on him. Not like he had to take it the wrong way. I thought this is the way that wolves treat each other in packs. Guess not.

I let out a long sigh, falling onto the bed, staring up at the ceiling as I thought back. Derek's serious face, his frown prominent as he stalked toward me, intentions to beat me to a pulp clear. I swallow, a lump in my throat and jeans as my thoughts carry me back to remember the feel of him, pushing himself up against me, making it hard to breathe. I take in a shaky breath, my eyes closing as I lose myself to this reverie.

It seems natural when my hand slowly snakes down to cup my extremely hard groin, sensitive to the cloth rubbing against it. I unbutton my beat up blue jeans, slipping a hand underneath the material and slowly drawing out my pulsing cock. My tongue licks my lips wantonly as I grip myself, rubbing my thumb against the tip slowly yet firmly.

I continue with this for a while, letting myself get used to the sensation, before I start stroking my dick fully, letting out soft moans at the delicious friction. My eyes keep conjuring up images, only this time imaginary. Derek, taking the place of my hand with his mouth. Derek, fondling my tits with his calloused hands. Derek, grinding into me with his equally hard cock.

I groan, speeding up the process, whispering Derek's name over an over. It becomes a sort of mantra, his name leaking from my lips without precedence. I pump myself as fast as I can, when finally the image of Derek, slumped over, while I slam into him pulls me over the edge. I let out a long, loud cry of his name, ecstasy washing over me as I cum all over myself and my freshly-made bed.

I had somehow gotten to a sitting position during this process, and I let myself fall back on the bed, a satisfied grunt letting loose. I closed my eyes, pulling the sheet over the bottom half of my body, too tired to do anything else as I let my eyes close, one name on my lips and one man in my eyes.