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writingsbychlo · 5 years

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neighbours | stiles stilinski

word count; 10,279

summary; stiles is the president of a frat. you live nextdoor to their new frathouse, sparks are bound to fly at some point.

notes; this fic officially brought me out of my hiatus. I wrote the whole thing in one night, no idea where the inspiration came from, but here it is.

warnings; smut.

“Well, hi there, little lady! Hi there!” You grinned, shaking the finger the baby was gripping tightly, her giggles echoing through the room. The floorboards above you squeaked, and a cringe took over your features. Picking the girl up and out of her bouncer, you balanced her on your hip, stepping out into the garden and pointing at objects around you, bouncing her gently as you went.

You admired the area your sister had moved into, the atmosphere was quiet, the man across the road mowing his lawn slowly, and a smirk took over your features. It was all she’d ever wanted, a little house with a picket fence in a good neighbourhood, a husband and a baby. Sure, you wanted that too, but not yet. A moving truck made its way along the road, pulling up to the house next door, and your eyebrows raised.

They quickly furrowed, however, as a younger man hopped out, followed by another, and another. Soon enough, three cars had pulled up, what seemed to be other college students piling out, the back of the truck opening to reveal more. Passing letters out of the back, it all weaved together suddenly, and you sighed, shaking your head.

Taking the steps upstairs quickly, you shuffled the baby from one hip to another, trying to ignore the varied moaning sounds and panting from behind the door, your fist slamming down on the wood. Muffled conversation was exchanged, before your sister answered the door, wrapped in her sheet and peeking around the door. “What’s up?” She was out of breath, hair mussed, and you snorted, shaking your head.

“Have you met your neighbours?” You offered, quirking an eyebrow, and her own cinched in.

“We don’t have any, the house is vacant.” She offered, and you hummed, shaking your head.

“Not anymore. Go look.” Turning to look over her shoulder, she shuffled through the room, trying not to trip over the edges of her sheet and you actively avoided looking at her husband, who was sitting up from lying down on the floor at the side of the bed, shuffling to put his clothes on out of sight.

“Is that a fucking fraternity?” She yelled, and you placed the baby girl’s head to your chest, covering her ears as she cooed.

“What?!” He yelled, shooting up from the floor and trying to pull his top over his head as he dashed to the window, the pair of them looking out and muttering angrily.

“You know, maybe they’re not as bad as you think they are. Why don’t you just go over, introduce yourselves and ask them to keep it down?” You suggested, and they both turned to look at you, before each other, shrugging with a hum. Taking your leave, you headed towards the baby room, deciding to change her from her onesie. Placing her on the changing bed, you shook her little feet in your fingers, her cooing turning into full blown peals of tiny laughter, her chest shaking.

Undoing the buttons, your slipped her limbs from the outfit, tossing into the hamper before sliding up the railings on either side to secure her in. Turning, you dug through the box of special outfits the couple a few doors down had purchased. Choosing a little grey dress, you picked up a pair of white socks and little trainers, before turning back to the bundle of joy. Her hands were gripping the plastic bars tightly, having rolled to the side, brown eyes fixed on your own, sparkling as she watched you move.

Shuffling her to sit up, you tugged the fabric down over her shoulder softly, navigating her little fists under the straps and adjusting it over her, before letting her roll onto her back once again, her feet clutched in her own little hands. Placing the socks and shoes on her feet, you lifted her up again, stepping into the corridors.

Her mother came dashing towards her, taking her in her arms and admiring her child, before setting off down the stairs, placing her in her stroller and strapping her in, before sorting themselves out. You heard the door slam, and peeking out of the window, you saw your sister and her husband head off across the garden, following the path around and up the garden of your new neighbours.

Stepping out onto the porch, you watched them head up the path, the kids turning to watch the older couple, slightly puzzled, and you shook your head as they all but swaggered up the pathway to the house. Two men stepped out onto the porch, another two behind them, and a strawberry blonde pushed forwards, a tall girl with a blonde bob on the other side.

The two men, who seemed to be in charge, were already talking to your sister, and your eyes scanned over them. One was tall and pale, clearly built well but it was hidden beneath a flannel shirt, rolled up his forearms to his elbows, legs clad in skinny jeans. The other, was tanned, arms on show with a collection of plain black bands tattooed on his bicep, shorts adorning his legs.

They reach out, stepping down the steps and smiling widely, before leaning over the pram to fuss over your niece. The strawberry blonde did the same, her fingers reaching out to tickle her tummy, and when she stood up she flicked her hair over her shoulder, her eyes connecting with yours and she smiled brightly.

Brushing herself off, she made a beeline across the garden towards you, her absence going unnoticed by her friends as she approached, her smile becoming a grin as she showed off her teeth, hand raising in a wave. “Now I know you can’t be a daughter, because they’re definitely not old enough to have you, so.. a sister?” She smiled, reaching the edge of the porch and standing below it.

Resting your forearms on the wooden bannister, you leaned forwards, a laugh tumbling from your lips. “(Y/N), sister of momma bear over there.” You held your hand out and she reached up to shake it. You invited her around, and she followed the grass verge, her heels clicking as she headed up the steps, arriving at your side, her hand held out.

“Lydia, sister of the fraternity over there.” She copied, a little chuckle leaving both of you. She turned to her friends, who will still all chatting, your niece now in the arms of the tanned boy. “That’s Scott, the one holding that adorable little lady.” She grinned, and you nodded, remembering the name. “He’s the co-president. That behind him is Theo, and the shorter one is Liam, he’s only a freshman, but he was kinda taken under everyone’s wing the moment he pledged, so..”

“He’s a little sweetie, look at him watching.. Scott, was it? Look at him watching Scott with the baby, bless.” You awed, clutching a hand to your heart. “The girl is Malia, she’s dating Scott, has been for some time now. And that last one is the other co-president, Stiles.”

“What the hell is a Stiles?” You laughed, and she turned to you, practically beaming.

“I said that exact same thing when I first met him!” Her words only brought you both more laughter, and you shook your head, looking back up to the group. Your sister and brother-in-law were on their way back over, and you bid your farewell to Lydia, as you stepped inside and she dashed back across the grass to her friends, who had finally noticed her missing presence.

Your phone chimed in your pocket, and you glanced down, the notifications continued, the group chat blowing up and you swiped open and onto it. The girls were all chatting about meeting up at a bar, before everyone went away for the summer, and you shook your head. Suggestions were being thrown about, and you glanced up at the time, a good five hours showing on the clock until they wanted to leave.

“They were so great!”

“So great! And I think we played it off cool. We were cool. We’re still cool.” Your sister agreed with her husband, her toe catching on the door stop as she tripped slightly, through the door, the pram jolting and the baby squealing in delight. You raised an eyebrow at her, and she huffed.

“You’re so cool, sis, so cool.” Your words were meant to mock, but she just grinned, thanking you before turning to her husband and her baby. “You guys don’t need me tonight, right? I know I’m staying with you to help with the little one, but you’re good tonight, yeah?” They both hummed in acknowledgement of your statement, chatting between themselves about whether they would watch ‘Game Of Thrones’ or ‘Stranger Things’.

Your sister glanced over her shoulder at you, a smile gracing her lips. “Are you going out?” you just nodded, taking off up the stairs quickly, giving the little family their space and you made your way to the bathroom.

The floors beneath your feet were practically trembling, and your eyebrows shot up, you were tempted to roll your eyes as your hand shook, the pencil smudging across your eye in an uneven line across the lid. Giving up on liner, you decided to wipe it clean, resetting the canvas before picking the palette back up.

Dabbing the brush across the gold, you smeared the powder across your eyelid, blending it out to the side before following it up with a pale brown to around it off. Placing the items back in your makeup bag, you sighed loudly as another shake took through the floors as the bass hit particularly deep. Your sister was going crazy downstairs, and you were honestly surprised the joint racket hadn’t woken the sleepy baby who’d been put down a few hours before.

Standing, you stretched out the aches in your muscles, shaking yourself off and admiring the handiwork you’d done in the mirror. You’d googled the bar online, a dress code for the place, and the pictures were enough to tell you what to wear. Your curls hung perfectly on your head, having been sprayed just enough to hold and bounce, but not enough to fall out. Your lipstick was a dark red, complementing the red dress clung to your figure in all the right places, black heels placed at the foot of your bed, a black denim jacket laying on the covers.

Giving yourself one last look over, you nodded, happy, and grabbed the light jacket, pulling it up over your shoulders, untucking your hair from beneath the collar and grabbing your heels, letting them dangle by the straps from your fingers as you unplugged your phone from its charger.

Peeking through the door to the baby room, she was still sleeping soundly, baby monitor muted on her end, and you clicked the door shut softly, padding down the stairs towards the couple who were bickering uselessly about the neighbours. They turned to look at you as you entered, the woman lighting up as you entered.

“God, I wish I could still look that sexy!” She mumbled, her husband wrapping his arms around her waist and placing a kiss to your cheek.

“I think you’re sexy!” He protested, and both of you laughed as she turned in his arms.

“You’re only saying that because my boobs are still all swollen from breastfeeding.” The words were grumbled out, but she leaned up, kissing him softly. The glasses in the cabinets rattled slightly as the song changed and your sister broke away, storming across the room and peeking out of her curtains. “That’s it! I’m going over there! I can’t take this!”

“Maybe you should calm down a little bit, before doing that!” I suggested, and she turned her glare from the house to me, and I bit the inside of my cheek to stop from smiling in the face of her rath.

“They said to go to them if it got too loud but that they would try and be quiet, this isn’t quiet!” She yelled, amping down her own volume as sound spiked on the baby monitor strapped to her waist, but the infant merely rolled over in her sleep, never waking.

“Well, have you been over to ask them to quiet down?”

“I.. I haven’t. We haven’t, but we should.” She agreed, nodding to herself and busying herself, grabbing her shoes and motioning for her husband to follow, throwing one of his sneakers at him from the hall. Pulling on the pumps, you laughed at the pair of them, who grabbed their jackets and opened the door. “We will be back in a minute. With silence!” With that, the front door slammed shut, and you rolled your eyes affectionately, hopping up onto the stool closest to the window and leaning down to pull on your heels.

Your could see your sister knocking on the door, and to your surprise, despite the noise, someone actually answered, though you couldn’t see who. Lacing up the ribbons at your ankles, you secured the heels to your feet and hopped down, a good few inches taller, making you feel powerful, and you gave a few test steps, the click on the kitchen tile floor making you feel even better.

Glancing up, the two were heading back down the path of next doors garden, giving each other a high five as the music lessened considerably, an acceptable level of quiet falling through the air. They turned around, however, as the door reopened, and they headed back up towards the house, going up the steps of the porch.

“No, no, no! Where are you going? Come back!” You muttered, tapping on the window, futile attempts failing. “Dammit, don’t you dare go in that house. Do not go- and they’ve gone in.” You whispered, breath fogging up the glass as you stepped back. Leaving your bag on the side, made your way over to the cabinets, finding a bottle of tequila you’d gifted your sister as a reward for getting through child birth, promising the two of you would share it when she was no longer breastfeeding.

Unscrewing the cap, you uttered an apology and a promise to buy a new one, before taking a deep swig. The alcohol burned through you, a warm feeling settling across your body as a groan tore from your lips. Thinking back, it had been a long time since you had drank, either. Since months before your sister had even given birth, as you’d been at her beck and call, and then caring for the baby.

“When did I become a fuckin’ mom?” You giggled to yourself, glancing up at the kitchen wall clock, before raising it to you lips once again, deciding to wait it out, a decision that was rapidly becoming regrettable.

You were a good quarter of the way through the tequila now, and half an hour had passed. You needed your night out. It didn’t matter if there was booze in your boobs, you were a college student and you were not the once breastfeeding, you should be the one out drinking.

Taking a final gulp, you placed the bottle back in the high cupboards and grabbed your phone, tucking it into your pocket. With that liquid courage, you headed out of the door, cutting across the grass and up the steps of the neighbours porch. Knocking on the door, you stepped back, flicking your hair over your shoulder as the door opened, light and noise flooding out into the dark and quiet street.

“Shit, you’re hot.” The drunken boy mumbled, cheeks heating up as you raised an eyebrow at him. “Sorry, I.. I absolutely should not have said that, I don’t even know you.” He grinned, a beam pulling at your own lips. He was attractive, you’d give him that. The black skinny jeans hugged his ass perfectly, and the tight red t-shirt he wore accented his eyes and hair perfectly.

He let go of the door, his other hand coming into view as he leaned against the door post, and your eyebrows raised as you looked at the bottle in his hand, a light chuckle leaving your lips.

He raised the bottle, brown eyes widening. “What, you don’t approve of?” He gestured towards you and you shook your head, a small smirk tugging at your lips.

“I do, actually. That particular blend, it’s an acquired taste, I’ve never met anyone else that drinks it.” You confessed, and he stood up straight, a messy grin pulling at his pink lips.

“You drink this too?” His voice was laced with joy, and he stepped closer to you, over the threshold.

“I was just drinking it! It’s my favourite.”

His lips twisted into a smirk at your words, and he let his eyes flicker over you, before coming back up to yours. “Now what’s a beautiful girl like you doing drinking alone, huh?”

“Who said I was alone?” You countered, and he shrugged, taking a sip from the bottle, and you diverted your eyes from watching the way his lips melded around the top of the bottle, the way his jaw sharpened even further as he took a gulp of the amber liquid, or the way his Adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed. Licking his lips, he glanced around the neighbourhood.

“The lights in all the cars around us are off, and empty, plus you’ve been drinking so you didn’t get driven here, meaning you live close, but nobody came over here with you. You’re all dolled up, all pretty like, so you’re definitely on your way out, or on your way back, but your lipstick isn't smudged, it was either a really bad date, or you weren’t with anyone. Plus, I met most of the neighbours today, there’s no one but us young enough for you around here, gorgeous.” He mumbled, the confusing jumble of overthought signs making you giggle, his eyes lighting up at the sound.

“Interesting analysis, detective.”

“I should hope so, I am studying psychology and profiling.” He all but whispered the words, leaning in towards you slightly as if it was a secret. “So, not that I’m complaining, but what brings a breathtaking girl like yourself up to my porch then?”

“I’m looking for my sister.” You looked over his shoulder, spotting her with a shot in each hand, and before you could move, she’d taken both of them, cheering loudly. “Oh, my God. Did she just do shots?” Your eyes widened as you stepped forwards, the boy turning to look over his shoulder.

When he turned back, his face was considerably closer to yours, eyes wide. “No way is that your sister!” He grinned, practically buzzing with excitement and you groaned, your eyes still fixed on her.

“I was supposed to go out tonight! Why does she get to party?” You whined, his laugh, smooth like honey, in your ear caught your attention.

“We invited them in for a drink, I think they decided to stay! She said she had the baby monitor on her, so she was okay.” You thought it over, happy she was finally having a good time, and your eyes landed back on her, her grin bringing you joy, you knew she deserved it but you couldn’t shake the feeling of disappointment. “You can still party too, you know.” Your gaze snapped down to your hand, the boy’s fingertips brushing against your own, and you weren’t sure when he’d moved so close, but his breath was practically mixing with yours, the sweet but spiced taste of tequila hanging off it, temptingly.

“I’m supposed to be going out to see my friends.”

“Come and see my friends. Come one, have a drink.” He brought the bottle up between the two of you, the smell tempting you in even further and his smirk was all your eyes could focus on. Taking the bottle, you took a large swig, topping up the slight intoxication you already had, a sigh escaping you and you knew you’d given in. His thumb reached up, wiping a stray drop from your lip before he sucked the digit between his own lips, your eyes focused on him as he did, your red-painted bottom lip clamped between your teeth. “Can I have one dance, gorgeous? Then if you want to leave, you totally can.”

“One dance?” You caved, a smile breaking over his lips as his fingers laced with yours, pulling you through the door as he stepped backwards into the hazy atmosphere. Your grip on his hand tightened as he led you through the house, the bottle still hanging from your fingers and he guided you to the centre of the floor, and he spun to face you once again. His hands found your waist and he pulled you close, your arms wrapping around his neck. He leaned forward, his cheek pressed to yours as his lips brushed your ear. “Can I get your name, gorgeous, or are you still going for that mysterious, sexy vibe?”

With a laugh in his ear, you gave him your name. He leaned back, his nose almost brushing yours, and you pulled back slightly, taking a sip from the bottle and handing it back to him. “Do I get yours in return?” He took the bottle from you, raising it to his lips and keeping you waiting, a wink in your directions as he saw you watch him.

“I’m Stiles, Stiles Stilinski.” His voice barely carried over the loud music, but the distinctive sound caught your ears and you lit up, eyes widening.

“You’re what the hell a Stiles is! Makes sense now.” You teased, and his eyebrows shot up, jaw hanging slack for a second.

“My reputation precedes me?”

“Lydia was telling me about you all earlier, when you met my sister and her husband.” He hummed, thinking over the statement, a hand rubbing across his jaw before he brought it back down to your waist. His grip was tighter than before, and he finally started moving.

Slowly at first, his hips were swaying to the beat, head tipped back slightly as his body rolled and moved, seductively but subtly, and you weren’t sure whether it was intentional or whether you were just falling in deep.

Throwing caution to the wind, you swilled the last remnants of the drink around the bottle, before swallowing it all in one, swift gulp, placing it down on a nearby counter and focusing all your attention on the boy holding you. Turning yourself in his arms, you gripped his hands in your hips, dragging them across your body until you were held flush against him.

His chuckle ran loud in your ear, and you let your head roll back onto his shoulder, your hips swaying in time with his. Grinding back against him, you heard his sharp intake of breath, and he just continued to sway his body side to side.

“Come on, Stiles. Are you gonna’ sway all night or are you going to dance with me? You only get one, remember?” You teased, a low growl in your ear and he nipped at your earlobe, before turning you in his arms, hands right on your waist and your nose bumping against his.

Your heart was beating rapidly in your chest, pounding against your ribs as he exhaled, warm breath washing over your lips and you dragged your eyes up to meet his, already watching you. Slipping his hand down, he let it slide over your ass before pulling you flush against him, his hand squeezing, roughly, and you bit your lip, his smirk widening entirely.

He thrust upwards into you once, before rolling his hips forwards, grinding them against you slightly and moving your body with his. He was light on his feet, bouncing up and down as he ground into you, your hips swaying in his grasp. The tip of his nose trailed along your jaw as your head tilted back, and he leaned the two of you forwards, hands slipping down to the exposed skin of your thighs as he placed a soft kiss against the column of your throat.

Spinning in his arms, hand coming up behind you as you looped it around his head behind you, his lips kissing your shoulder before he straightened up, your fingers in his hair. You dragged one of his hands up from your thigh, fingertips catching against the hem of your dress; which had already risen up considerably.

You placed it on your waist, higher, his fingers brushing beneath your tits, contained by the thin material as your hand closed over his, settling it atop your ribs. Your hips rotated back into his as he ground his crotch up into you.

The bass of the song deepened, chorus hitting, and you leaned forwards slightly, both his hands finding your waist as he thrust up towards you, bulge in his pants hitting against your crotch, dress ridden up and only panties in his way.

He repeated the motion, your body jumping forwards again, a moan slipping past your lips for him. Holding you tightly, he pulled you to him, grinding up lightly as his hand splayed out across the base of your back, which arched in his grip, trailing in his fingers along you before reaching your shoulder, pulling you up against him.

Turning in his grip, you faced him, pressing a brief kiss to the edge of his mouth before sinking slowly, hips swaying as you sank before him until you were crouching. Your eyes, hazy and seductive, stayed locked on his, wide and eager, and you bounced twice, before looping your fingers through his belt loops, shooting up to stand before him and tugging him flush against you, lips brushing.

The song ended, and the look in his eyes, the way he’d watched you gave you confidence, and you smirked. “That’s how you dance, Stiles.” The words spilled from your lips and he huffed a laugh out. Stepping back from him, he let his held breath go, and you backed away from him. Turning from him and strutting towards the door.

You could feel him hot on your heels, but he reaches around you, opening the door and holding it for you to step through. The cold air washing over your skin was a relief, you hadn't realised quite how warm it was inside until now, and it was a welcome feeling as the breeze washed over your skin.

“You’re leaving, then?” He was slightly breathless, hair spiked up in odd angles at the back from where your fingers had been tangled in it, and you took him in, nibbling in your lower lip softly.

“One dance, as promised.” You smiled, and he laughed loudly, nodding his head. “So, are you going to see your friends now?”

Pulling your phone from your pocket, your eyes widened at the time, a slight yelp escaping you, barely audible but there. “I didn’t realise how much time I spent with you, I think I’ll just head home.”

“Time flies when you’re having fun.” He teased, tongue poking out to lick over his lips, eyes fixed on yours and he once again leaned against the doorpost, a good look on him, his arms crossing over his chest. His biceps flexed at the action, veins on his forearm becoming more apparent.

You hummed, nodding in agreement and tightening your jacket around you. “I’ll be seeing you, Stiles.”

“Miss you already, gorgeous.” You leaned in, pressing a kiss to his cheek and leaving a red imprint, before backing away.

“Thanks for the dance, and the drinks.” With that, you made your way down the steps, making your way across the garden before your hand found the cool metal of the door handle to your own home, and you stepped inside. Stiles, however, couldn’t tear his gaze from you, watching through the small glass window beside the door as you unstrapped your heels, kicking them off and hanging up your jacket.

You disappeared further into the house, out of his sight and he ran a hand over his face, shaking his mind clear and turning back to the raging party behind him, still hours away from even dying down, but something in him felt different, the door closing behind him.

Your feet were relieved to hit the flat floor, and you made your way up the stairs, a smile on your face. It wasn’t how you usually acted, not at all. Grinding against strangers at a frat party, letting him push against you, hands on your body, touching you and kissing your skin. You felt almost like you should feel bad about it, but you couldn’t because something about him felt different.

Tugging the dress over your head, you caught a scent of your own perfume, mixed with whatever cologne he’d had on still clinging to the fabric, and you smiled, the combination working surprisingly well before you dropped it with the rest of your dirty clothes in the hamper. Snapping the clasp of the fancy bra you’d worn open, you let it drop to the floor, pulling a pale blue cropped camisole over your head, the loose material a change to the skin tight outfit you’d had on moments prior.

You grabbed a pair of comfy pants from your drawer, tossing them on your bed and pulling a handful of makeup wipes from a packet, scrubbing the mix from your face, the contour slightly smudged from the thin layer of sweat that had built up, your lipstick partially licked off from the many times the honey-eyed boy had you nibbling on it, or left wrapped around the neck of an empty bottle. Dropping them in the bin, you rolled your eyes at the daft but joyous look on your face being reflected back at you in the mirror, and turned away, reaching for the pants.

Just as you finished tugging the pale pair of sweats up your legs, a gentle but loud knocking sounded through the silent home and you froze, but no crying sounded. Grabbing a scrunchie from your dresser, you headed down the stairs. Pulling your hair up into a messy bun, you swung the door open, lips parting as your jaw dropped slightly. Stiles stood before you, but he looked different. He still wore the tight red t-shirt, but he’d swapped out his skinny jeans and unlaced boots for sweatpants that hung low on his hips and pair of dirty adidas trainers.

“I don’t do that often. Never, actually.” He spoke, words rushed and he gestured with his arms slightly.

Your eyebrows furrowed, lips curling into a confused smile. “What?”

“Dance. With strange girls. I just wanted you to know.” His words trailed off into a whisper at the end, and he scratched the back of his neck, hands sinking to his side and my lip was once again caught between my teeth, suppressing a giggle.

“You’ve changed from your party attire?”

“I figured you would’ve, and I didn’t want our time to end just yet. I was kinda hoping we could.. hang out.” His eyes were full of hope, lips holding a cute smile as he held up a bottle of merlot in his hands as offering.

“Don’t you have a party to host? You are president of the fraternity, shouldn’t you be at your own housewarming party?”

“I’d rather be with you.” The words went straight to your heart, a soft look filling your eyes as you mulled it over, head tilting to the side.

Opening the door wider for him, the smile broke, showing his teeth and he took a step forward towards the kitchen, and you clicked the door shut quietly, following him. “I brought wine. Stole it from one of the girls. You got a coupla' glasses, gorgeous?” He placed the bottle on the counter, turning to face you.

“I can grab you a glass, but I don’t like red wine. Hate it, actually.” A heavy sigh left his lips, but not of disappointment, of relief, and his head threw back slightly as his shoulders dropped, relaxing slightly as tension between the two of you eased.

“Thank God! Shit’s disgusting, but I figured I’d try and be classy, or whatever..” You rolled your eyes fondly at his comment, turning to the cupboards. Bringing out two tumblers, you reach up, stretching on your tippy toes to reach the bottle you’d placed back earlier that night, turning to him and showing him it.

“How about this?”

“You truly do know the way to my heart, darlin’.” He grinned, taking it and the glasses from you, waiting for you to lead. He followed you through to the living room, placing them out on the small coffee table sat snugly between two couches. Sitting with his back against the armrest, his leg stretched out along the cushions, the other sitting with his foot flat on the floor.

You placed your phone on a speaker, soft music flowing quietly through the room and he simply watched you move about your space, hair dangling gently in your face as you glided around. Pouring two drinks, you held them both in your hands, surprising him by sitting between his outstretched legs on the couch, back to his chest as you leaned into him and his chin tucked onto your shoulder. “Well, hi there.” He teased, voice low and a laugh rumbled in his chest behind you.

“This okay?” You questioned, the fingers of one of his hands taking a glass from you, as the other arm snaked loosely around your waist.

“Is this?” He lifted the arm slightly, motioning that he was talking about it, and you hummed in affirmation, your own hand settling over his on your stomach. A comfortable silence fell over both of you, your head rolling back onto his shoulder, his cologne once again filling your nostrils.

“You smell good. Could smell you on my dress before, it’s nice.”

“Well, thank you, gorgeous. Here I was, worried I just smelled like weed and sweat.” He joked, and you scoffed in humour, squeezing his hand and rolling in his arms slightly. “This isn’t weird, is it?”

You sat up, looking at him curiously. “What?”

“I didn’t want to invade. I didn’t want you to feel like you had to invite me in. I-I just.. God, there’s something about you! I don’t know. You intrigue me, I want to be around you, I want to know more than what I got in one dance, if that’s okay with you.” Sitting up, you placed your glass on the table to your side, choosing to face him, your legs crossing under you as you sat up straight, your hands resting on your lap.

“What do you want to know?” His hand reached out, lacing lazily with one of yours and he trailed his eyes up from your joined hands, along your arm to your face, eyes swimming with questions.

“Everything.”

“Well that does not clear anything up.” You mocked lightly, and he barked out a laugh, eyes crinkling at the sides.

“Okay, tell me what you’re doing living with your sister and her husband and their newborn baby, if that’s not a sensitive subject?” You raised an eyebrow at him, nodding.

“Good question, I’m impressed. She was worried she’d lose all sense of herself if she had a baby, she still wanted to have fun, and she didn’t want to stop being her just because she was a mom. It’s always been me and her against the world, so when she became pregnant, I promised I’d be there for them. One night, she was panicking about affording a live in nanny to help out, and I told her I’d live with her for a year to help out.” You shrugged, picking your glass back up, taking a sip as he gazed at you.

“That’s so.. selfless of you. Amazing, actually.” You waved your hand, brushing it off.

“Clearly, I’m doing a good job.” You tilted your head towards his house, and he laughed an agreement, amusement filling the room. “My turn. What got you into criminal profiling?”

“Oooh, I like that one. My dad is a police officer, since I was little, I’ve been stealing his case files and going through them. Guess a hobby just became a career.”

“And you like it?” You pushed, and he nodded, sitting up slightly.

“I love it. I have a board, a crime board up in my room, I think you’d like it. I’ll show you sometime.”

“Inviting me to your room already, Stilinski?”

He sat up fully, leaning towards you and tilted his head, cocky smirk back. “You’re just special like that.” He lay back down, hand popped under his head and he finished the drink in his glass, and you reach for the bottle, refilling his glass as he murmured a thanks, thinking over his next question. “Are you in college?”

“No, I’m not. I take classes online sometimes, but no actual college. If I were, I’d be a college senior, though, just like you, I believe? I wanted to travel and experience the world, but things always came up, so it hasn’t actually happened. I’ve travelled about as far as the movie theatre, before moving here, of course.”

“Well that makes us match. I want to travel, I really do. I want to see the world, but college doesn’t allow you much time for that, so that’s what my plans are after I graduate. I have it all mapped out.” He grinned, thinking on his plans. Opening your mouth to reply, a loud cry sounded through the baby monitor, and your head snapped to the device on the counter beside you, and you shot up. Shooting an apology look to Stiles, he shook his head, tipping it to motion toward the stairs. “Go, go! It’s fine!”

You thanked him, leaning down to press a kiss to his cheek as you passed him by, dashing up the stairs quickly to the young girls room. Little legs kicked up in the air angrily as little fists were bunched up in the material of her onesie, and you scoop her up under her arms, lifting her to your chest carefully. She lay in one of your arms, her fingers now curling and tugging angrily on the material of your camisole as you shushed her, her loud wails drowning out your calming sounds.

She was relentless, her crying not letting up as her nose scrunched up, her eyes the same and face red from the exertion of wailing, ad you let out a sigh, your own eyes watering at the sounds of her pleas. Leaning down to turn on a soft lamp so you could see, you bounced her gently.

“Skin contact, it’s what she wants.” The voice startled you and you turned to the door, Stiles standing there and his gaze directed to the floor before you and he waited for your nod before stepping into the babies room. Taking place before you, he held his hands up, palms spread before you. “May I?” Receiving another nod, he lifted the baby in your arms, changing her position so her wet little cheek pressed against the bare skin of your shoulder, face nuzzling into your neck as her cries almost instantly dimmed down to cooing, before the noises stopped completely.

“Oh, my God!” You whispered, eyes meeting his and his hand was spread out across her back, not pushing or pressing, just resting and spreading warmth from his big hand to her little body. His other hand found your waist as he stood close you, eyes fixed on the little baby in your arms. “You got her to stop crying. Thank you, I’ll remember that little trick.”

You rocked her in your arms gently, her breathing evening out in the quiet as she slowly drifted back off to sleep, and you sang a soft tune to her under your breath. He leaned down, pressing a brush of a kiss to the top of her head, your eyes watching his movements, heat flushing your cheeks. “You look good with a baby, you know?” The words caught you off guard, and your eyes raised to the brown ones that were rapidly becoming comfortable and familiar.

“You think?”

“Oh, yeah, definitely. All my paternal instincts are kicking in, it’s like overdrive right now, and I don’t even know this baby.” His words made you laugh. “Do you want kids one day?”

“I do. I want to see the world first and experience everything, but I do. Do you?” Your gaze turned from the infant to look at him, his own gaze resting on your niece as she slept soundly in your arms.

“Look at her, how could I not?” His eyes came up to yours, brows cinching as he tried to decipher the look you were giving him. “What?”

You didn’t answer, choosing instead to lean into him, your lips meeting his in a kiss, his lips moving against yours slowly and delicately, testing the waters, before pushing into you slightly, fingers flexing on your hip and gripping tighter. It was like his lips were made to be on yours, fitting perfectly against one another and you sighted slightly against him, the soft but slightly chapped pair contrasting your own smooth ones, but it worked so well. The baby in your arms shuffled, readjusting herself happily and you broke away to look at her. Turning, you stretched your arms out towards the crib and lay her back in her bed, tucking her in and rocking the item gently as she settled in.

Taking Stiles’ hand in your own, you turned out the light, pulling him from the room and shutting the door before looking back up at him. “What was that for?”

“Because you’re like no guy I’ve ever met, I barely know you, and yet, I know I want to.” He blinked at you, free hand coming up to settle on your cheek as he leaned down into you, catching you in another kiss. His lips slanted over yours, more passion this time, pushing against you as the fingers still wound with your own tightened, every part of him holding you close and throwing you off balance, the only thing you knew was him, his grip on you, his hands holding you up as he kissed you.

“You’re like no girl I’ve ever met, and I barely know you, and yet, I know I want to.” He teased, the words being mumbled against your lips as he pulled back, the burn for oxygen too much and your foreheads were pressed together. Pulling back, he cleared his throat, guiding you back downstairs with a soft smile and his hand holding yours.

Your playlist had long since ended, your chatting filling the space and you moved to the bottle, finding it laying empty beside you and Stiles, a pout forming on your lips as he finished his own glass. “When did we finish this?” You groaned, standing from the couch on shaky legs and stretching yourself out, grabbing the empty glasses and bottles before making your way to the kitchen.

Hands on your waist startled you, a chuckle leaving the boy as you huffed, chastising him falsely for scaring you. “It’s late.” He mumbled, kissing your shoulder from behind, and you turned in his arms, glancing up at the clock, slightly shocked by the time. The party was dying, last few people stumbling out in the early hours but a lot of people had just passed out, you could see them from peeking out of the window, a laugh on your lips at the thought of your sister and her husband passed out like the old days. “I should go.”

He turned you, nose bumping yours and you wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling his lips down to meet yours for a chaste kiss, a happy smile on his lips as he got what he’d been hinting at, your lips finally back on his. “Or you could stay?” He pulled back, eyes wider than they had been.

“Do you want me to.. to stay?” He questioned, and you nodded, leaning up to briefly kiss him again before pulling back, flicking the lights off in the kitchen and leaving your phone where it charged on the speaker stand. You turned, checking over everything and your hand swiping over the wall to flick the last of the downstairs light off, and Stiles stood before you, slightly anxious as he wrung his hands together. “Where do you want me?”

“What?”

“To sleep. Where do you want me?” you chuckled, stepping towards him, your chest pressed to his and you took his wrists in your hands.

“With me.”

“Oh.” You pressed a kiss to his cheek, trailing his hands from your waist to cup your ass, his fingers flexing as he squeezed instinctually. “Oh.”

“You’re so cute.” You mumbled, his lips finding yours as he walked you backwards towards the stairs, your feet pushing you up one step, and you were the same height as him now, leaning into the kiss as he groped at your ass, a small moan leaving your lips and into his mouth.

“You’re sure you want this? I don’t want you to feel like you have to, or anything, I will happily leave right now if you d-” cutting him off, you pulled him back into you, yours lips catching his in the hottest and most frantic kiss yet, his willpower and restraint wearing away little by little, your teeth catching his bottom lip and pulling on it as you pull back.

“You’re not going anywhere, unless it’s upstairs to fuck me.”

“Well, okay.” Spinning, you headed up the stairs, his hand landing on your ass in a slap as you went, a laugh leaving your lips when you reached the top, the spot stinging deliciously. Catching up to you, the boy, kissed you deeply, walking you backwards and you mumbled a location against his lips. His fingertips were burning into your skin as he pushed beneath the material of the camisole you wore, and he was inching it up and over your head.

Kicking the bedroom door shut behind you both, he dropped the material to the floor, and you tugged his own t-shirt up to follow, the item soon meeting the carpet, just as yours had. “Shit, you’re hot.” He quoted himself from earlier in the night, a smirk tugging on swollen lips as his hands came up to cup your bare tits, thumbs brushing against hardened nipples, a gasp leaving your lips as your eyes fluttered shut.

Pleasure surged through your body, the rough pads of his fingers brushing over you, smoothing across your skin and setting every inch on fire. His eyes had darkened, a blazing lust burning in them as he took you in, plump and swollen bottom lip caught between his teeth.

Leaning down, he grabbed the backs of your thighs, lifting you up and throwing you down onto your bed, your body bouncing slightly from the impact. His hands soon found the covers either side of your head as his body rolled down into you, lips finding your jaw as his kissed his way along your skin, descending further and further down, trailing his tongue along the flushed skin of your neck.

Reaching the base, your back arched as he reached a certain point, a sensitive spot, and he closed his lips around the patch, sucking harshly on the skin, biting and nibbling. He was leaving a mark, a big one, and arousal fooded your body at the idea, a moan tearing from your lips into the heavy air.

Your fingers once again messing up the air at the back of his head as you clutched onto it, weaving through the soft threads. Soothing the spot with his tongue, he continued down, kissing along the tops of your breasts and you took in a sharp breath, anticipation rampaging through you. Sucking one of your nipples into his mouth, his tongue swept across it, rough and hot and he closed his teeth ever so softly around the bud, his fingers twisting the other one, pleasure surging your body as a moan left your lips, bouncing off the walls and echoing within the room.

His fingers danced along your sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake and they danced along the hemline of your sweats, eyes coming back up to meet yours for approval. Gaining it, he tugged them, and your underwear down your legs, dragging them slowly along your skin, impatience running through you as you whined, urging him to hurry. Discarding the garments and settling before you, he kissed at your calf, fingers teasing and dragging along your soft skin, nails scraping barely in tracks as you let out a shaky breath, a dark chuckle being released against your thighs. “Please, Stiles..”

“What do you want, gorgeous, tell me what you want and you can have it.” His voice was raspy, deeper than before, arousal and lust dripping from his tone, and your legs squeezed together, giving you the friction you so craved and needed, but it barely relieved you.

“Want you to do something, with your fingers, mouth, dick, I don’t care. Anything, I just need you!”

“Your wish, my command.” Propping yourself up on your elbows you looked at him, his hands closing over your knees as he parted your legs, thighs spread wide from him and he dove in, liking a stripe from your entrance to your clit, taking the button between his lips and flicking his tongue across it.

Your arms gave out under you, your head once again finding the pillows as you collapsed into them, eyes rolling back at the pleasure he was giving you. Circling a finger around your entrance, the long digit pushed into you slowly, pumping a few times as he got to know what makes you tick.

Curling his finger upwards, your body spasmed in his grasp, a growl leaving his lips as you clenched around the digit, and you could feel his smirk pressed against your pussy, clit pulsing as he licked at it, slurping graphically and your body shook. Adding a second finger, he scissored them, stretching you out and curling them in a come hither motion, your hips jumping from the bed as heat shot to your core.

His unoccupied hand found it's way over your stomach, fingers spreading wide over your skin and pressing you back down into the bed, holding your hips to the mattress. The tips of the fingers buried within in brushed your g-spot, your fist coming up to cover your mouth as you moaned, wantonly, into it. Speeding up the pace his fingers were thrusting, and he finally let your roll your hips down into his hand, his thumb coming to press down roughly on your clit as he licked around his fingers, the coil in your stomach snapping at the sensation.

You clenched tightly around his fingers, legs shaking and eyes squeezed shut as you came for him, his lips kissing along you thighs as he encouraged you, dragging it out and making it last. Pulling his fingers from you, he licked them clean making sure to give you a show as he languidly sucked your juices up, hovering over you.

“How was that, all you wanted and more?”

“Incredible, fucking fantastic. I really love those fingers.” You mumbled, taking them in your hands and bringing them to your own lips. He watched, anticipation building as you took them between your own lips, sinking down along his hand as his fingers were nestled in your mouth, swallowing around him and licking at them, his eyes widening. A low groan fell from his lips as he retracted his fingers, cupping your cheek as he looked down at you, eyes flicking across your face.

Leaning up to kiss him, your taste still coating his tongue as it pushed its way into your mouth, and you battled your tongue with his, panted breaths and shallow moans being shared between the two of you as you shuffled. Flipping the both of you over as you straddled his lap, his cock pressed against his boxers as you landed in his lap, grinding against the material of his sweats.

Both of you panted at the action and he thrust up into you weakly, the friction helping him too. Sitting up on your knees, he shuffled his sweats down, kicking them off at his feet and his cock sprung up against his stomach. He was long and thick, prominent vein tracking the side and your mouth watered at the idea of getting to trace it with your tongue after.

Taking him in your hand, a whimper left his lips as you pumped him a few times, thumb flicking across the head and swirling the precum around, his hips stuttering at your motions. Licking the palm of your hand, you brought your hand down to him, holding him at his base and working over him slowly, his eyes fluttering shut, before lining him up and sinking onto his cock. His face buried on your neck as he did, moans breathed out against your skin as you lowered yourself, until he was fully settled within you.

“Jesus, you’re so tight, gorgeous. So tight and wet, all for me.” He muttered, your hips rolling as you rode down into him, finding a pattern, circling your hips and trying out different movements. You found your rhythm, his hands settling on your hips as he sucked marks into the skin he had access to, leading all the way from your tits to your collarbones.

One of your hands held his shoulder, fingernails digging crescent moons into the skin there, and the other was holding tightly to a patch of his hair, your hips rising and falling as they met his, skin slapping skin filling the room, muscles burning and cunt squeezing around him. He lay back, and you fell forwards as he fell back, hair spilling from the bun it had been tied up in and curtaining the both of your faces. Your lips found his, his hands gripping your hips as your knees supported your weight. He thrust up into you, lips detaching as your mouth dropped into an ‘O’ at his actions, cock hitting deep within you and you tits bounced, and he repeated the action.

“Fuck, Stiles. Harder, please, I need you to fuck me harder.” Your begs reached his ears, and he nodded, catching your mouth in a rough kiss, dominating and aggressive as he thrust into your rapidly, fingers trailing over your ass and pinching lightly. A squeak left your lips at the action, before they travelled further, gripping at the tops of your legs.

“Gonna’ fuck you so good, gorgeous.”

Holding onto both of your thighs, the boy turned you both, still buried within you and your back once again found the covers. His arms caged you in, legs wound tightly around his waist and he pulled back, thrusting back into you, roughly. A cry left your lips, and he dragged his own to yours, panting into your mouth as you silenced each others moans. His hips snapped into yours at high speeds, the sound of skin on skin complementing both of your hushed moans.

The bed frame was rocking, squeaking slightly and tapping the wall, but neither of you cared, the pleasure building and you slipped and hand between the two of you. Rubbing on your clit, hard and fast, you were already sensitive, and he bit down on your lower lip, throwing you over the edge.

You shook beneath him, hugging his cock tightly, fluttering and clenching around him and he swallowed every sound you made, before burying his face in your neck, hips stuttering as he brought himself to the edge, pulling out at the last minute.

He rolled onto his back beside you, hand working over himself, slick with your arousal and you leaned down, taking his tip between your lips and sucking tightly, tongue tracing the underside of his head before sinking your mouth down as far as you could go, and that's all it took for him to explode.

Hot ribbons of cum filled your mouth, coating your tongue as you sucked around him, almost pornographic moans filling the room as he came down from his high, the muscles in his stomach loosening and you swallowed around him, a desperate cry sounding as you did, before releasing his cock with a pop.

“That was so hot.” He mumbled, holding an arm out for you to collapse into, and you did, rolling into his side, arm looping around his waist. You buried your face in his neck, his fingers running along your skin gently, pulling the covers up and over both of you.

He reached over, fingers fumbling with the switch to the lamp emitting a soft glow from the bedside table, before finally switching it off, plunging the room into darkness. Silence took over the pair of you, your bodies pressed together, legs tangled and you stared into the dark, only the soft sounds of your breathing and beating hearts filling the space. You closed your eyes, holding onto him tightly, and he did the same.

“I think I really like you, Stiles.” You spoke the words through a yawn, and you felt a pair of lips press a kiss to your temple as you drifted into a comfortable sleep.

“I really like you too.”

Waking up in the morning, a loud banging sounded repeatedly at the front door and you groaned, rolling over in your bed. For a second, you panicked, Stiles missing from your side, but you could see his shirt still on the floor, his phone on the floor where it had fallen from his pocket, and when you focused, you could hear him moving about downstairs.

Pulling the red t-shirt over your head, you grabbed a fresh pair of panties, tugging them up your legs and dashing down the stairs. Unlocking the front door, your sister stumbled into your arms, groaning loudly, her husband having the same reaction and he dropped his shoes and hers, as well as their jackets to the floor to be dealt with later.

“Hangover, much?” You teased and she groaned again, holding her head in her hands. Rubbing your eyes, you tried to work your fingers through your hair, hoping to make it look somewhat more presentable.

“I forgot how much I love being a mum and not having the time to be able to drink, it really helps prevent hangovers.” She muttered, stumbling further into her house and bracing herself on the wall. “I need a glass of water, and to see my baby. I am so sorry about last night, I promise it’ll never happen again, and you can go out tonight! I swear!”

You chuckled, dismissing her apology and Stiles rounded the corner, a smirk on his lips as he stood in his sweats, shirtless in the kitchen doorway. “That’s good news, because I was hoping to take you on a first date tonight, and now I know you’re free, so you can’t refuse!” He grinned, your sister and brother-in-law looking up at him, mouths hanging open as they looked between the both of you.

“Is that.. Stiles? Standing with no shirt on in my kitchen?” Your sister turned to you, red heat crawling up your cheeks and you nodded, watching as he disappeared again and you followed him, your sister and her husband hot on your tail. “More importantly, is that bacon?” She gasped upon seeing the two breakfast plates Stiles had laid out, launching towards the meals and digging into yours, taking then bacon from it, first.

Her husband followed suit, taking the other plate with zero regard to the meals not actually belonging to them. Gurgling happily in her highchair was your niece, and your eyebrows shot up to your hairline as you turned to look at him. “You got her up?”

“She was crying, I didn’t want her to wake you.” He shrugged, standing at your side and kissing your temple, and you turned, planting your lips on his gently. With a grin, he returned the affection and your sister cleared her throat, a smile on her lips.

“You helped her look after my baby?” She asked, pointing between the two of you, and then down to the infant. Stiles merely nodded, a somewhat scared look on his face as her eyes narrowed momentarily, analysing him. Her gaze was directed back to you, a smile breaking out on her lips as Stiles’ arms around your waist tightened. “I approve of this one. He’s a keeper.” She returned to her food, and you turned to look at him, his gaze already on you.

“Since our food has gone to a better place, how about I take you for pancakes and coffee?” His offer was sweet, your heart jumping at the fact he’d bothered with it at all, and you couldn’t stop the wide beam that was taking over your lips, your head tilting in a nod, causing him to return the loving look you’d been giving him.

“Breakfast for a first date? You truly know the way to my heart.” You teased him, using the words he had used the night before, a chuckle escaping him and he leaned down, pecking your lips. “I’d love that.”

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