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farfromharry · 2 years

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This is a love song not a sad song | Dating Stiles Stilinski

pov: you’re dating Stiles Stilinski

Summary: Stiles plans to get Scott drunk in order to help him over his breakup, bis his new metabolism makes that impossibly and you’re quickly left to deal with a drunk off his ass Stiles in the middle of the night. But even with the love he recited to you that night you were left questioning your relationship when he finds himself worked up over Scott kissing Lydia the day of the full moon. Can and will you forgive him?

Word count - 4013

Warnings - possible language, not much else i don’t think

Based on: season one, episode eight

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Being startled awake was never a fun experience. The quick panic, racing of your heart as your eyes frantically scoped the area for the danger, no one enjoyed that feeling. And you certainly didn’t enjoy it anymore when finding it was your boyfriend creating the commotion, your drunk boyfriend at that. “Stiles? What are you doing?”

You begrudgingly pushed yourself out of your cosy bed, letting the nippy night air engulf your body as you shuffled over to the boy swaying slowly in the middle of your room. You set your hands on his biceps, steadying him. The simple action had those sweet, whisky coloured eyes flickering down to look at you, a grin forming on his face when he locked eyes. “Hey. Has anyone ever told you you’re really pretty?”

You tried not to let him fluster you. “Are you drunk?” It was a dumb question, with the size of his pupils and the stench of Jack lingering on his clothes, you got your answer. But still, he tried to slur an explanation, something about wanting to help Scott through his breakup. “B-But, he can’t get drunk apparently. So it was just me.”

You nodded along, pretending like it really mattered-- which in his current state it really didn’t, he was your concern right now, you just wanted to get him out of the smelly clothes and into something he could sleep in. But a drunk Stiles meant he was going to make it as impossibly difficult for you as he could, squirming and trying to love on you as you undressed him. Patience was apparently your strong suit, finding yourself pushing down your frustration each time it threatened to bubble over and have you explode so you didn’t make him feel guilty about something his foggy mind didn’t understand. “Can you help put these on please, baby?” You handed him a pair of soft to the touch sweats, his that he must have let you borrow at some point in your long friendship. He hummed, slightly distracted as you helped him put one leg at a time into the pants. When they were firmly placed on his hips you gave him the first kiss of the night, a light one placed on the corner of his mouth.

It was done on purpose of course, you wanted him to crave more so that he’d change his shirt without you having to struggle to do it for him. Then a proper kiss that met his standards would be his reward. If you asked you, you'd say it was a well thought out idea. And it worked. With a childish whine he was switching out his alcohol smelling flannel for one of his many graphic tees you’d stolen from him over the years, more so over the course of your relationship. There was just something about being engulfed so comfortably in his scent when he wasn’t there that had you sleeping comfortably like a baby. You’d never told him, you were sure if you did he’d make it his mission to tease you about it forever.

“You okay?” you asked, hands cupping his cheeks to pull his focus onto you. “Feel like you need to throw up or anything?” There was a slight pause where he thought about it, quickly shaking his head after coming to the conclusion that he hadn’t drank enough to feel nauseous, thankfully. “Let’s get you in bed then, huh?”

His hand encircled your waist, pulling you back to him before you had the chance to get too far. It seemed like he just wanted a little bit of love, his head finding solace in the crook of your neck with a few gentle kisses to your skin. You didn’t even need to ask him if he was okay, receiving a barely eligible murmur that explained everything. “I love you. Love you so much, you’re s’good t’me.” His words made you laugh, a sound he’d argue was the most perfect one anyone could ever be graced to hear. A flush was taking over your body at the sincerity behind what he’d said, ignoring the burst of love you felt in order to make sure he was taken care of, what you’d call a simple action, but he’d consider a natural romantic gesture that had him swooning in the exact same way you were trying to hide.

You pulled back slowly, kissing his cute nose. “I love you too, but you need sleep, honey.”

He nodded, letting you guide him to where he needed to be, the alcohol truly clouding his brain now, making it painfully difficult to try and do the simplest of things you were asking of him.

“Come on.” You coaxed him under the covers, watching his head hit one of your pillows, finding the boy immediately passed out. A chuckle escaped your lips at the sight, climbing in beside him with a quick peck to his forehead. “Sleep tight, bub.”

Even in his sleep the boy didn’t want to be away from you, shuffling closer to your body sleepily. His head ended up resting on your chest, one of his arms thrown around your waist and one of his legs in a similar position over your own. You grinned to yourself, running your hand over his shaved head before placing another kiss to his head, accepting the affection happily. Now you were just hoping he could sleep off the drunk before school tomorrow. And that his hangover wouldn’t be too bad in the morning, dealing with a cranky Stiles was never fun.

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It was like a deja vu moment when you found yourself in the cafeteria with Stiles being keyed in on what had happened in chemistry earlier that day with Scott. The latter was nowhere to be found as of now, but you both put that down to the full moon being tonight and his emotions being all over the place, especially now that he was so distanced from Allison when he could’ve done with being with her for the night.

You both agreed this stuff was starting to get really scary, especially after what Scott had told you the other night about how at one point he’d actually wanted to kill you. “Do you still want to help me later?” he asked.

You both had your reservations about trying to help Scott get through the night without killing anyone, but no one more than you. Your boyfriend was good at making plans, and his ideas were usually good, but this one just felt off. You couldn’t explain if he asked, which is why you hadn’t voiced your uncertainty, but you had a feeling this wasn’t going to go the way you’d hoped it would. “Yeah of course. Let’s just hope he doesn’t try and kill us.”

Your words had been echoing in his mind for the rest of the day. Was you being there with him really all that great of an idea if there was a chance he could get you killed? Then the thing happened on the lacrosse field, his anger getting the best of him and also piecing together what happened during his earlier interaction with Lydia, a wave of annoyance settling in his chest. It was all building up and just like Scott at some point he was surely going to explode.

“Are you sure you’re okay?” you questioned, pulling him from his daze as he collected his stuff from the back of the jeep. You’d asked numerous times in the car ride over to Scott’s place, having seen the way he was grasping the steering wheel so tightly his knuckles had turned white. He just kept laughing it off, saying he was fine, but he’d do something subconsciously that would let you know something was bothering him. Then the whole cycle would start over again. “Y/N, I’m fine. Just a little nervous about the whole ‘my best friend’s turning into a murderous werewolf thing’ I guess.”

You nodded, pursing your lips as you trailed behind him up towards the house, feeling like a scolded child, even if it wasn’t his attention to have been snappy with you. You muttered quietly to yourself. “Sorry I asked.”

By the time you caught up with him he was already pushing open the front door, leaving you no time to question how he’d gotten into the house so easily. Picking the lock was honestly your top suspicion. It was Stiles, those were exactly the kind of antics he got himself into.

“Scott?” you heard Melissa call. “Stiles and Y/n,” the boy called back, flashing the woman a tight lipped smile. It was clear she was confused, her gaze drifting down to the key to her house in the teenage boy’s hand. “A key?”

“Yeah. I had one made because of the uh, window thing.” The two delved into a conversation that you didn’t pay much attention to, Stiles making something up about the three of you doing a school project together. He mustn't have been very convincing though, because Melissa was quick to drop the amused act and become serious. Worry taking over her expression as she glanced back and forth between you both, praying that you’d be honest with her for once in your lives. She didn’t want any of Stiles’ sarcasm right now, she just wanted confirmation that her son was the same sweet, innocent boy he’d been before his sudden secrecy a month or so ago.

“He’s okay, right?” It was obvious she was concerned for her son, as you all were, and it made your heart ache at the blatant fear displayed across her face when she uttered the words. You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth, biting back the frown that wanted to plant itself on your features. It’d probably only worry her more, so you wanted to hold it back as long as you could. “Yeah, he’s just had a rough week,” you answered. You weren’t lying, he had, you just didn’t tell her all the supernatural reasons behind why.

There was an awkward silence filling the hallway for a few seconds as she took in your words, before she thankfully snapped you all out of it, offering you both a motherly smile. “Well, be careful tonight. You know, full moon and all.”

Stiles’ eyes widened comically, a choked ‘what?’ slipping past his lips that had you subtly elbowing his side. “There’s a full moon tonight. Should see how busy the ER gets,” she said. You forced out a laugh, glaring at Stiles to do the same, which he thankfully did. “See you later.”

With one last wave she was leaving, allowing the two of you to let out breaths you weren’t aware you’d been holding, the tension from the idea of her finding out what you were doing finally melting from your body. You shook off the encounter, lacing your fingers with Stiles. You had no idea if Scott was home yet, but if he wasn’t it’d be the perfect time to set up the plan without him whining and interfering, you couldn’t imagine he was going to love this. So you both headed up to his room, finding it shrouded in darkness when you lightly pushed open his door.

At least you thought you were alone until Stiles let out a shrill scream after flicking on the light, stepping back a few steps when he found Scott sitting stoic and stiff in the armchair in the corner of his room. “Dude, you scared the hell outta me.” When he didn’t say anything, and his heart rate had gone back to normal, Stiles continued, setting his duffel bag down on the floor in the middle of the room. There was a tension between him and the two of you that was considerably uncomfortable, making you shift in your spot as his eyes lingered on you where you stood. Thankfully Stiles’ voice pulled his gaze back over to him. “Let’s uh, get this set up. I want you to see what I got.”

You watched as he shook his head, the first bit of reaction you’d got from him since entering the room. “I’m fine.” The look in his eyes never once changed, sending an unpleasant shiver down your spine at the intensity. “I’m just gonna lock the door and go to bed early tonight.”

“Are you sure? Cause you’ve got this kind of serial killer look in your eyes.”

The other brunette raised his head from where he was ruffling around in the duffel bag, nodding along with your words the second he caught sight of the way Scott’s eyes were practically in slits directed at you both. It was frightening. “Yeah, I agree with Y/N. It’s really starting to freak me out.”

He didn’t say anything else on the matter, just sat slightly straighter in that seat which had you drifting closer to Stiles for a little bit of comfort. Just knowing his presence was there if you needed it was enough to calm your rapid heart. Although, Scott could probably still hear just how rapid it was.

“You should go.”

It felt like more of a threat than a suggestion with the tone he was using, but you weren’t ready to quite give up yet, not when you still had the main event to go.

“Fine, we’ll leave. Can you just at least look in the bag,” you said. “You don’t have to use it, but it could help.” He sighed, shifting from his seat to the floor beside the bag. You nudged Stiles, silently telling him it was go time for your actual plan while he was distracted. He understood, his hand gripping the handcuffs in prime position to latch them onto his friend’s wrist when he needed to.

You saw the way Scott lifted the chains and stared at them with a look of complete disgust. “You think I’d let you put these on me? Like a dog?” he inquired. Stiles watched you give him the signalled nod, shaking his head at Scott. He leaped at him, securing one cuff around his wrist before forcing him back against the wall to secure the other one around the leg of the radiator, making sure he was stuck in place. “What the hell are you doing!”

The two of you stepped back, the sudden ferocity of the werewolf rather scary, and you wouldn’t want to be in close proximity to him if those cuffs didn’t work like you’d hoped. “We’re protecting you from yourself.”

The boy beside you jumped in. “And giving you some payback.”

Two sets of eyes turned to look at him, both full of that same amount of confusion, but he wasn’t focused on you. “I know you kissed her, Scott, okay?” Your eyebrows drew together, arms crossing over your chest as you looked between the two males. You didn’t know what Stiles was talking about. Who had Scott supposedly kissed and why was he so worked up about it, because it definitely wasn’t you. In your book the only person your boyfriend should be that protective over when it came to kissing other guys, was you. Thankfully you didn’t have to wait too long to find out. “You kissed Lydia.”

Rage ran through your body, your jaw going slack as her name left his lips. Now he wasn't the only one that was angry. Wide eyes were focused on the side of his head, willing him in your mind to turn and look at you so he could explain himself. “Stiles,” you muttered.

“For the past three hours I’ve been thinking, it’s probably just the full moon, you know. He doesn’t know what he’s doing, he doesn’t know what an unbelievable piece of crap friend he’s been.”

Hearing the words only fueled your emotions. “Stiles!” His head whipped around to look at you, any ounce of anger practically melting from his expression when he saw your own, realising the dumbass mistake he’d just made. “Y/N,” he tried.

“Why are you so mad that he kissed Lydia?” The pain in your tone was evident, and it only made your boyfriend feel a million more times guilty than he could imagine. He shook his head, tried reaching out for you, neither of you caring that Scott was still very much in the room and to your belief, blissfully unaware of your relationship. “Tell me the truth.”

He took one look between the smirk on his best friend’s face and the teary eyed look you were giving him, and ushered you both out of the room. Obviously it wasn’t going to do much to prevent Scott from hearing what was no doubt going to be your first fight as a couple, but this way he didn’t have to look at that stupid expression all over his face as he got what he wanted; his friends to be in pain.

He was calling your name from beside you, begging you to just look at him. Your fear was you’d take one look in those doe eyes and he’d be forgiven, so you didn’t give in, just turned your head the other way. “W-What I said, I didn’t mean it like that.”

You scoffed, finding it hard to believe he was going to try and deny the words you’d just very clearly heard come out of his mouth. You stayed quiet to let him explain, or at least try to, considering you didn’t really see how there was anything to explain. He’d said what he said and you thought you had a pretty clear reason as to why. “What I meant was, he thinks I’m in love with her, yet he had no hesitations about kissing her. The full moon is making him do things that he’d never do and… When does it stop Y/N? How far will he go?”

It was difficult for him to tell whether you believed him or not. Part of you looked like you were thinking through what he’d said, it made sense, but the other part of you was still clouded by pain and anger. You were hurt, his words had targeted one of your biggest insecurities, and actually the only one you had about your relationship. “What if he’d kissed you? The girl I actually do like, just to hurt me. Which is what he was no doubt trying to do with her.”

Even now you’d say your emotions were justified. None of what he’d just told you was clear when he first made his statement in Scott’s bedroom. And if it took a whole separate explanation to understand that could he really blame you for the way you reacted?

Unfortunately, you didn’t reply the way he wanted you too, shattering his heart just like he’d done yours. Now he was only more mad at Scott.

“I think I should go,” you whispered. In that very moment he hated Scott more than anything. You were the love of his life, and his friend’s dumb actions might have just jeapordised that. Any attempt he made at getting you to stay was futile, your heart was heavy and the sight of Stiles alone was enough to spring tears to your eyes with each glance. “If you won’t stay for me, stay for Scott, please.” The words fell on deaf ears, your lover watching as you descended down the stairs of the McCall house without another word. How did everything go wrong so fast? And how in the holy hell was he going to explain this one to you?

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You don’t know why you believed Stiles wasn’t going to do everything he could to make you talk to him again. He was stubborn, in a good way, and he’d go to the ends of the earth for you. So him showing up at your house was no surprise, in your room for that matter. You hadn’t been home at the time, out running an errand for your mom. But when you came back your little brother was quick to let you know you’d had a gentleman caller while you’d been out, and he was currently waiting for you up in your room. He’d also been sure to point out he’d brought you gifts with a rather puppy dog look on his face; that addition had made you giggle.

He must’ve been sitting on your bed while he was waiting, because when you pushed open the door he quickly jumped to his feet, pushing something behind his back so you couldn’t see what it was. “H-Hey.”

You didn’t say anything back as you stepped further into your room, setting down your stuff and going about the way you would’ve if there wasn’t a nervous boy practically trembling beside your bed. “Y/N,” he called. His heart was beating so rapidly against his chest that he was surprised you couldn’t hear it. He’d been up all night overthinking like usual, going through every possible scenario that your fight could lead to, and almost all of them had ended up in your breaking up with him and leaving him miserable. One could say he was more of a negative overthinker than anything else. “Babe?” The nickname made you freeze, and he clearly saw, using it to his advantage to win over your attention. The slight slip up from you had given him the confidence he needed to step closer to you, circling his slim arms around your waist, presenting the flowers in his grasp to you. “Baby?”

Your reserve was quickly crumbling, hating that the man knew your weakness so well. His lips were trailing over your shoulder, your breath stuttering as you tried to keep yourself from melting into his embrace. You were still yet to say a word, and the stubborn part of you, much like the one in him, wanted to keep it that way for longer. “Please say something-- anything. Yell at me if you want to. Jus’ wanna hear the sound of your voice.”

With a huff you were turning around to face him, a faint trace of irritation fixed on your face. “Were you really telling the truth?”

He nodded, hesitantly bringing one of his hands up to brush some hair behind your ear, your eyes locked, the boy trying to show you the utmost love in a gaze that he possibly could. He needed you to believe him. “I’ll swear on anything you want me to. You’re the only person I have feelings for.” You still weren’t convinced, that demon known as insecurity weaving itself into your thoughts, replaying the moment from the night of the full moon over and over in your head.

“I don’t want to keep hating Lydia for nothing, Stiles. But I have to know you’re serious when you tell me you don’t feel anything for her.” There was no hesitation from him, and it did surprisingly a lot to settle some of your doubts. “I don’t. I am completely in love with you, not Lydia, not anyone else. Just you. I meant what I said.” He seemed sincere. “You have to trust me on that. I wouldn’t be here right now, with flowers, if you weren’t the one for me.”

Relief flooded him when he saw the corner of your lips twitch as if to curve upwards. Your hands raising to lay atop of his on your cheeks. Maybe you were too quick to accept his apology, but he was your boy, the same one you’d spent so many years of your life pining over, and you couldn’t let that all go because of something so minor. “Then I guess I can forgive you.” He leaned in to kiss you with a silly grin plastered to his face, but you were quick to turn your head to the right so his lips met your cheek. “If you give me lots and lots of ‘I’m sorry’ kisses.”

The grin didn’t falter for a second, arguably growing cheekier. “Oh, I can give you a lot more than just that.”

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noyzinerd · 4 months

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Derek teaching unknown werewolf societal/cultural facts to Stiles is cute, and I love that for them, truly, but I want to see the reverse.

We're always hearing about when someone (usually Stiles) asks a naive question about werewolves and Derek going "No, you idiot! It doesn't work like that!" As if it's common knowledge that everyone should know, when in reality there's no possible way Stiles (or any average person, for that matter) could know that.

And I'm sure in Derek's world, stuff like silver not actually being effective against werewolves is a no-brainer or spotting a Kitsune is laughably easy, but not to the common bystander.

So, instead, I'd love to see the random, human customs and social norms Stiles would find himself needing to explain to Derek when they start living together. Stuff that the human family members of his pack never displayed because they had been raised surrounded by werewolves their entire lives.

From all the small things like how, when you get a canker sore or lose a filling, you always gotta stick your tongue in it. ("No, we don't want to do it. It hurts like hell, actually. It's just something we do. Don't ask me why. I honestly couldn't tell you. It's the same with picking scabs or pressing down on bruises.")

Or like how you're not supposed to eat the weird, little black nub at the bottom of the banana. ("I don't care if it's composed of the exact same stuff as the rest of the banana, that's so fucking gross 🤢")

Or like how you have to walk around ladders instead of under them ("Because otherwise you'll get bad luck, Derek!")

Or how, for a short time in history, a man wearing a singular earring on his left ear meant that he was gay for some reason. Or was it the right ear? ("Hey, listen, man, I didn't make these dumb rules!")

Or how you can't pick up a penny off the ground unless the face side is heads up ("Yes, it's another 'good luck, bad luck' thing. We actually have a lot of those, now that I think about it.")

Or how if someone far away sees you coming and holds the door open for you, you very specifically have to do a customary tiny wave or acknowledging nod before doing a small little half trot-half jog that isn't too slow or too fast all the way to the door. ("Because you don't want to take up their time, but also you don't want them to think they've inconvenienced you. Yeah, no, I get that they already have, but you don't want THEM to know that.")

All the way up to things like the weird history of Coke Zero, even though Diet Coke is essentially the same thing. ("Oh, now see, that's actually pretty interesting. And by interesting, I mean dumb and terrible. See, in the 80's, Coke only ever marketed Diet Coke as a 'woman's drink', so when they finally decided to expand their demographic, they had to spend millions of dollars to undo their own conditioning because their women's only Diet Coke campaign had been so successful, it took decades for men to stop associating drinking diet soda with being gay or effeminate.")

Just so Derek can finally know what it feels like to be on the other end of "common sense."

#sterek #teen wolf #derek hale #stiles stilinski #tyler hoechlin #dylan o'brien #mieczysław stiles stilinski #It hasn't escaped me that this meme has Dylan O'Brien's co-star who played Minho from the Maze Runner series #Gotta love how Derek's always spewing ancient undocumented closely guarded forbidden secrets and being like 'you seriously didn't know that #HOW? HOW COULD WE POSSIBLY KNOW THAT DEREK?! WHERE WOULD WE EVEN FIND THAT KNOWLEDGE #YOU SASSY FRUSTRATING MAN?!

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blue-sadie · 6 months

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Rain Check

Imagine:

Being partnered up with stiles and scott you guys planned to do the project at your house since your parents were out of town, so you ordered pizza got snacks and drinks so you can focus on the project but that idea immediately went out the window.

"Aw scott keep doing whatever it is your doing she's fucking tightening around me so much she's fucking begging for us to breed her"

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scisac · 3 months

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favourite teen wolf outfits 1/? || stiles in 2x01: omega

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fanfrelon · 3 months

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Tyler Posey as Scott McCall & Dylan O'brien as Stiles Stilinski in Teen Wolf

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multimedia-maniac · 5 months

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#series #teen wolf #noah stilinski #stiles stilinski #screencaps

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obriengf · 2 years

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Empatheia ✽ Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: Scott begins to learn the ups and downs of being a werewolf, whilst Stiles helps Y/N figure out what she really is. Words: 10.8k Warnings: swearing, mentions of violence and injury, mentions of dead body ✽ Series masterlist ✽

Chapter Two: 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐭 𝐅𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭 𝐋𝐢𝐧𝐞 /Part 1

The past week was one of absolute discontent; everything that you thought you knew was being challenged, and the headache it had brought was showing no signs of leaving ever since it struck in the early hours of last Saturday morning. You were finding great difficulty in accepting that your mind had become fractured and impulsive, that supernatural creatures weren’t one of fiction, and that Stiles Stilinski had somehow slipped himself back into your life as if nothing had happened. You thought back a week ago when you desired something more from your life, a change in yourself. It was only ironic that this mismatched incongruous chain of events gave you everything you wanted, in its own twisted way, with the addition of two zany boys adopting you so easily as one of their own. Ever since that night in the Preserve, they didn’t leave your side, and it was made very clear early on that they weren’t planning on doing so. You were in this together now, like a secret club, a union bound by surreptitiousness and somewhat of a common ground. You were starting to find friendship in the last place you’d look, and it was honestly gratifying. But the good had to stop somewhere, and you couldn’t shake the feeling that something bigger was about to get in your way, warnings of inevitable danger sounding in your sleep and twisting your gut; you had never felt so on edge.

You stood by your locker, books exchanging between the small metal shelves and your bag to prepare you for whatever study you had tonight. The school day had dwindled to an end, and luckily you hadn’t come across anything to spur your emotions or to trigger Scott’s McCall’s newly profound abilities. You hoped the excitement was over for now, until you looked down the hall, Scott’s face pale and bewildered, as if he had the oxygen knocked straight out of him. He was walking slowly, a stumble ever so often, and you could tell by his far-off gaze and agape mouth that something was definitely wrong. Your locker slammed and you moved toward him, meeting the boy halfway before slightly ducking to match the height of his hung head.

“Scott, what happened? You look like you just witnessed a murder.” You questioned, positioning yourself until you caught his soft brown eyes. He didn’t answer, so you assumed the worst, your voice expelling in a shouted whisper, “Please tell me there isn’t another dead body.”

Scott shook his head in denial, shifting his position as he swung his bag over his other shoulder. He sighed, a hand rubbing down his face, “Just when I thought this werewolf thing couldn’t get any harder.” He suddenly lent back, groaning in distraught, and you tried to ignore the other students as they watched on. You smiled, trying to wave them off, and the little embarrassment that fell over your features. Scott peered to you as he ignored his peers, “We need to find Stiles.”

You followed him through the school, dodging crowds as they rushed past you both to get home. You could see the furrowing of his brows as something heavy weighed on his mind, and the way his fingers were nervously readjusting their grasp on his bag strap as it chaffed his shoulder. It didn’t take long before you were led into the boy’s locker room – the players beginning to gather for after school practise. Your eyes glanced around the space as you took in the confused expressions and squinting glares, an irritated scoff pushing past your lips, “What? Never seen a girl before?”

Your annoyed tone was enough to force them to look away, any questions or protests that sat idly on their tongues now vanishing as they proceeded to mind their own business. After all, they were dressed, just simply waiting for Coach to fumble through those doors and set up a definite boot-camp of an afternoon for them all. You were leaning back against the locker beside Scott’s as he placed his bag inside, his movements slow as if he were in a trance, still hung up about whatever had shocked him before you saw him earlier. You couldn’t help but feel pitiful.

As if on cue, Stiles’ head popped around the corner, his eyes wide and childlike in curiosity of Scott’s earlier endeavour to apologise to Allison for Friday night. Queries were ready to sprout until his focus landed on you, lashes blinking rapidly to make sure he wasn’t seeing things. His head fell to the side, “You do know this is the boy’s locker room, right?”

You produced a small smile, the sarcasm that he usually wore well now present within your own tone, “Really? I hadn’t noticed.” You could see his lips twitch up in the corners, the Stilinski boy always front and centre for a good banter and battle of the sarcastic wits. But instead of playing into it, you sighed, your hand briefly patting at Scott’s shoulder after he turned around and lent back against the cool metal, “Something’s spooked Scott.”

Stiles pursed his lips, “Uh huh. So, you apologise to Allison, buddy?” He first asked, wondering if rejection was the reason behind his startled behaviour.

Scott nodded, “Yeah.”

“Is she giving you a second chance?” You pried further, sharing a small glance with Stiles over Scott’s ambiguity.

The boy nodded, again, “Yeah.”

Stiles found himself perplexed, his arms crossed as he stood against the frame of the lockers across from you, “So, everything’s good then?”

“No.”

You were getting closer to the issue, prompting your body to turn more toward the saddened boy, “What do you mean no? What else happened?”

“Remember those hunters?” Scott spoke, flicking his eyes between you and Stiles, their colour drained of their usual vibrancy. He was definitely shaken. You both nodded your heads to his question, Scott drawing in a sharp breath, “Her dad’s one of ‘em.”

As you fell silent, Stiles’ jaw fell ajar, stunned at the new information, “Her dad –? “ He interrupted, but the other boy continued to talk over him, your eyes rolling at how dysfunctional their interjecting was becoming.

“ - He shot me!” Scott’s hands surrounded his face, words muffling as he groaned against his palms.

Stiles started muttering under his breath, repeating the facts until he began to process them efficiently, “Allison’s father… hunter – “

Scott groaned louder, “ – and with a crossbow!”

Whilst one was devastated, the other was flabbergasted, and you wondered how they managed to get on in daily life if this is what they reverted to when they ran into a problem. You took a step and a half until you were directly in front of Scott, one hand grasping his shoulder as the other pried away his hands. You huffed, managing a small slap to his cheek, “Snap out of it, Scott.” When his eyes caught you, you couldn’t help but frown. He looked like a wounded puppy. You bit your bottom lip as you thought, “Okay… okay, did he recognise you?”

Scott shook his head, “N-no, I don’t think so.”

Stiles came up behind you, clicking his tongue as his chin poked in over your shoulder, “What about Allison? Does she know?”

It was as if realisation struck him hard as Scott’s eyes blew wide open, panic setting in as his breaths became shallow, “Oh, yeah… I don’t know! What if she does? This is gonna kill me, guys – “

You could hear the door to Coach’s office open, your focus blinking over your unoccupied shoulder as you watched him enter the opposite side of the room. You hummed as a temporary solution made itself present, “Alright, this is what you’re going to do. Stop thinking about it and focus on Lacrosse.”

Stiles spurred a noise of agreement, quick to reach behind his friend as he gathered the forgotten Lacrosse gear before shoving it against Scott’s chest, “She’s right. Take this and focus on Lacrosse. That’s all you have to do, buddy. One thing at a time.” Scott inhales deeply as his eyes closed, an attempt to regulate his heart rate, before nodding his head reluctantly. Stiles smiled, “Good, okay. Here we go!”

Your bodies were swarmed by the team as they came from all directions, their destination heading out into the hallway before trekking to the Lacrosse field. You felt Stiles move from behind you as he guided Scott the same way and you immediately followed, only to be stopped by a bellowing voice that you were sure couldn’t speak below a yelling tone, “Y/L/N, what are you doing in here?”

You widened your eyes as you turned, faced with the questioning expression of Coach Finstock. It was absent-minded when you shrugged your shoulders, your lips releasing a strained chuckle, “Are you telling me this isn’t the girl’s locker room? You know, it all looks the same.”

Disbelief is something that Coach wears well, and you could tell that you had hardly convinced the man before the managed a low blow of his whistle, the object falling back to his chest as it hung from his lanyard. You cringed at the piercing sound, and his finger pointed directly toward where Scott and Stiles were waiting for you beyond the door, “Out, now!”

You obliged, rather quickly, as you left for the corridor. Ignoring the snickers from the two boys on the other side as you wandered together to the outside space.

It was impossible to stop the look of disgust that played on your facial features as you watched Jackson claim all the commendations and glory from Coach. You didn’t find his cockiness appealing, of course, nor his gameplay which mostly featured injuring others to get a leg up in the game. But all you could hear as you stood on the sidelines was Coach Finstock sing his praises, and you had never rolled your eyes so hard in your life. You regained focus as Scott was called to take his turn next, eyes watching him carefully as his mind was still in a far-off place. Not that you could blame him – he possessed characteristics that he yet could control, and the girl he had heart eyes for was the spawn of the man that wants to have his head. Scott had it bad, and the most you could do was continue looking out for him.

You knew he could hear you, waiting until he was centered enough to catch your voice, “Scott, you gotta snap out of it. Remember to breathe.” You whispered, your hand covering your mouth slightly from potential onlookers. You watched as the boy turned slightly to face you, your communication successful, holding your thumb high as a gesture of luck. You wished you could do more to settle his poor nerves, but as he showed a nod of acknowledgement, you couldn’t resist the small smile that tugged between your cheeks.

His name was called on once more as Scott leapt forward, catching the ball from Coach in his lacrosse stick. He goes for the shot at the goal, but was suddenly intercepted by Jackson, his own stick smacking at Scott’s arm in a volley of slap checks between his elbow guard and glove. The ball falls from his possession as Scott bends at his torso, wincing at the pain radiating from his arm. You stood there shocked at the unfair play, your eyes immediately glaring in Jackson’s direction as he ducked down to your friend’s level, sneering something unmotivating in his ear.

The jock walked away with deep laughter, his tone mocking before the other players joined in. It wasn’t until Scott lifted his head that you started to feel fire burn at your fingertips, travelling quickly up your arms and exploding in your chest as a fit of pure fury. Golden orbs shone through his helmet and immediately locked with your worried gaze. He was angry, and he was shifting. You gulped down and whispered, “Breathe. Don’t do this, not now. He’s not worth it, Scott.”

You were sure that the glow was fading, and you were glad that nobody else picked up the odd feature, but then Coach opened his mouth, and all progress was lost. “M-my grandmother can move faster than that. And she's dead. You think you can move faster than the lifeless corpse of my dead grandmother?” He bellowed, provoking Scott’s hands to curl in his gloves.

He tried to choke out an answer instead of the growl gathering in his throat, “Yes, coach.”

But Finstock just continued to press him, “Sorry, what was that? I can’t hear you!”

“Yes, Coach!” Scott’s voice grew and you could tell that it was strained, choking on his anger, but controlled for now.

“Then do it again!” Coach stood back with his arms crossed, a vexatious laugh sounding as Scott jogged back into position. He was breathing heavily as the stick twirled in his hands and it brought a worried frown to shape Stiles’ lips. You were looking toward the two boys, pointing to your eyes and mouthing the word when Stiles peered back over to you, his worry only increasing about how Scott was going to handle himself. Nothing good was going to come from this if Scott couldn’t find control.

The whistle blew and Scott bolted forward, his speed unmatchable as Jackson stood ready with a smirk. The jock’s smile fell, however, when he caught on to Scott’s fast pace and how he wasn’t planning on stopping. What happened next was completely unexpected; Scott landed against Jackson, his shoulder plummeting into the other boy’s collarbone as they both flew to the ground. The cry that ripped from Jackson’s throat was one that harnessed pain, his tone screeching, and it caused your hand to fly to your own shoulder as you grasped at the sudden sting that radiated down your arm. You bit your tongue, chewing on your cheeks, anything to stop a cry of your own from pushing through. If you really could feel the pain of others, then Jackson was currently going through hell.

You easily shook it off as you looked up to see Stiles’ anxious gaze, your feet instantly dragging you across the field with your bag in tow. Everyone was gathered around Jackson, but you bee-lined straight for Scott as he hunched over. You grabbed at his helmet, trying to take it off but his gloved hand pushed you away. You frowned until you realised that his eyes were still glowing and that his teeth had protruded through fangs.

Scott groaned, “What about Jackson…?”

“I think his shoulder popped out, or it’s sprained… whatever it is, it feels like shit.” You muttered as you swung Scott’s arm over your own shoulders, catching Stiles’ curious expression from over the other boy’s hunched form.

“You felt that?” He asked you, intrigued at the thought, but it quickly shifted to concern when you nodded with a soft wince.

Scott began to struggle under your joint hold, and he groaned once more, heavily panting toward the ground as you and Stiles carried him toward the school, “It’s happening, guys, I can’t control it. It’s happening – “

Stiles hiked him up before looking around, glad to see a clear path, “Seriously, right now? Okay, okay, we’re nearly inside. Come on.”

It felt like forever before you all stumbled through the doors of the locker room, quickly securing them behind you before you and Stiles let Scott go. His fingers tangled in the metal caging of his helmet, tugging in anguish. You both guided him toward the sinks where he fell to his knees. You could tell that he was getting worse, your thought solidified by his deepened growl and frustrated sighs that pushed out with his erratic breathing. It made your chest thump harshly against the caging of your chest. You reached out in response to his angst, but Scott flinched away once more.

“Scott, you okay?” Stiles queried, kneeling in front of his friend, but the shifting werewolf shook his head roughly. He was getting overwhelmed, and you could sense the anxiety diverging from his trembling frame. Stiles made a move to place his hand on the boy’s shoulder, but Scott’s head ripped back, and a scream of torment ripped forcefully from his lungs as his eyes were completely inundated by a radiant amber glow.

“GET AWAY FROM ME!” He roared; his gloves hastily thrown to the ground to show off his gnarly sharpened claws. The force from his voice caused Stiles to fall behind himself, his body crawling in shock backward until your hands scooped under his arms to pull him into a standing position. You both ran behind a shield of lockers, your backs pressed against the metal as you tried to catch your winded breath. You were met with eerie silence until the lockers shook, reverberating against your spines and Scott’s half-shifted form peering down to you from atop of them.

You heard Stiles gulp as fingers curled around your wrist, his voice whispering under bated breath, “Don’t look up.” You nodded as Scott’s nostrils flared, growling lowly, becoming more animalistic the further his transformation got along. He was trapping you as he was preparing to pounce, treating you and Stiles as if you were his prey and the predator inside him took all the control.

You felt the lockers shift, and Scott was ready to move, provoking Stiles to quickly push you to the side as he jumped toward the other. Scott snarled in response to you actions when you and Stiles briefly parted ways to round opposite sides of the locker room. You couldn’t help but watch the young wolf’s every move as he moved with agility over the air vents before crawling back along the top of another set of lockers. Hunger only made his eyes shine brighter and his brows furrow deeper – Scott McCall was going to kill you both, and you didn’t know how to stop him. You and Stiles managed to make it back to the entrance as your feet tripped over themselves, your body heaved roughly against the door. It felt like a bad horror movie and death could be quite literally around the corner, but your new position on the floor caused your eyes to focus on a vibrant object beside you.

You gasped, catching Stiles’ attention as he neared you, your hand thrown in the direction of your solution, “Stiles, the fire extinguisher! Quick!”

He flailed desperately as he spun around, launching for the device. His fingers were trembling, and he was panting rather excessively, alas he detached the hose and flicked the trigger, just as Scott jumped down to the floor. Stiles planted his feet plumes of white spurted from the extinguisher, making Scott cover his face in an annoyed response to shield himself. Stiles was too focused to hear you creep up behind him, a small scream leaving his lips as you grabbed at his shoulder and tugged his frame toward the door, a loud clang echoing off each surface as the extinguisher dropped to the concrete floor. You two found yourself pressing your backs against a heavy structure once again, quick breaths and thumping hearts trying to settle down from the exhilaration. You closed your eyes as your head lent back, glad that you both were in one piece. You could tell that Stiles was terrified the moment he reached for your hand; his fingers confident as they laced with yours, his hold tight filled with relief.

It was hard to tell what was going to happen next. You both stood in anticipation – Scott was either going to still be his wolfy self, or your plan was enough to shock him back to humanity. Either way, a few minutes of silence had passed, and you couldn’t hear a single sound coming from the room behind you. It wasn’t until a gentle peep, a dazed and quiet voice sounding toward you, that you both made the move to peer back cautiously into the locker room.

Scott sat on the bench now with his helmet on the floor, his face in his hands, and sweat dripping from every pore on his face. He looked as if he ran a twenty-mile marathon, and then lost out first price. Stiles entered first, immensely guarded as he moved gingerly toward his friend, your hands dropping as he crouched down to capture Scott’s saddened brown eyes.

“W-what happened?” Scott asked weakly, the uncertainty scaring him as he pulled back, his hands now white from the extinguisher before his eyes trailed to the mess cascaded across the floor.

Stiles couldn’t refrain from frowning, teeth gritting before he stood back up and joined you by your side. He was mad, and although Scott couldn’t help what was happening to him, Stiles still found that miniscule reason for resentment. “You – “ He began, his hand now gesturing between the two of you, “ – tried to kill us!”

Scott immediately grew guilty, his eyes shying away shamefully as he swallowed back. You knew that he didn’t want to hurt anybody, he never wanted to hurt anybody. It was your turn to crouch before him, your hands sitting on his knees as you looked at him with the utmost seriousness, “Like we told you before… it’s the anger, it’s your pulse rising. That’s the trigger.”

He expelled an exhausted laugh, anything but humour in his voice, “But that's lacrosse. It's a pretty violent game, if you hadn't noticed.”

Stiles moved a step or two forward, his knees now beside your shoulder line. You could hear the tittering as he clicked his tongue before his voice became firm, “Well, it's going to be a lot more violent if you end up killing someone on the field.” His body inclined toward the floor, joining you in a squatted position, “You can't play Saturday. You're gonna have to get out of the game.”

“But I’m first line – “ Scott moaned, immediately trying to protest, before you cut him off.

“Not anymore.”

You sat crossed legged on your bed; miscellaneous papers scattered before you, a couple of books once again borrowed from the school library open to random pages with an array of coloured sticky notes protruding from them. It reminded you of this time a week ago when you were trying to figure out what Scott was, and now you were doing it for yourself, especially after you so intensely experienced Jackson’s separated shoulder, instead of just observing it like everybody else. Not that you were getting too far – you didn’t even know where to properly start, your characteristics close to, but not quite, matching various creatures and occults that you’d come across. You were feeling at a loss, and it made you fall back against your pillows, and you groaned with frustration into your palms.

A knock at your door a few moments later made you launch into an upright position, quickly gathering the research so that Valerie didn’t see just what you were looking at. Not that you necessarily needed to worry; it was only just print outs of mythology and folklore after all, not porn. But there was just something that prodded at the guilt deep inside, the sadness and confusion you felt, that you didn’t want her finding out about. The knock sounded again, and you called out to it, “Hi, yeah, come in!”

She was careful in opening the door, not sure on what she’d be facing as she never usually has to knock twice. A smile of relief fell over her lips, however, when she saw you curled up with a textbook, and she couldn’t hold back her happy tone, “Okay, so, just wanted to remind you that you might have to get takeout or something tonight seeming that my date should be here in… seven minutes. Hopefully.”

Your eyes widened as you were reminded, quick to overlook her fitted red dress and black heels, a matching black leather jacket warming her arms. You made a noise of approval at your aunt, your head nodding and it made her smile even wider, if possible, “You look amazing, seriously, Val. Will absolutely knock them dead.”

She puttered toward you, one hand on your shoulder as the other sat over your knee. She used the leverage to lean in and press a gentle kiss to the top of your head. You closed your eyes and took in a breath, an overwhelming feeling of love swelling in your heart. It was instant the second she had laid a finger on you, making you believe that it was an emotion stemming from your aunt as she appreciated the holes that you filled in her life. The warmth slowly disappeared the further she pulled away, and you could feel a single tear sitting in the corner of your eye. It was one of gratefulness, but you didn’t conjure it purposefully.

Valerie’s smile dropped for a brief moment as she noticed it, and you were quick to wipe it away and offer her a brightened beam, “It’s nothing, must just be the lighting or whatever. I’m fine, promise.”

She nodded as her lips pursed, knotting in contemplation, “Are you sure you’ve been feeling alright lately? Any nightmares as of late? Sleepwalking?”

You were shocked to have these questions thrown at you again, making you wonder if she somewhat knows just what is written on those pages shoved under your bed, or the strange things typed in your google search history. This is the second she time had asked you since that night in the Preserve, and all you could muster was a continued smile and end to the conversation, “You don’t need to keep asking me, I’m okay. I promise.”

Her eyes said that she didn’t believe you, but a loud tune and flashing image on your laptop managed to stop her from saying anything more. You both looked over to your desk where a photo of Stiles was present, an invitation to a video chat lighting up that corner of your room. It was in time with a knock at the front door and you had never felt more relieved to get Valerie out of your bedroom before.

She hummed, “Thought you weren’t friends with Stiles anymore?” The question was accompanied by a raised eyebrow and smirk that pulled at her painted red lips.

You scoffed, only to smile back at her, “We don’t want you to keep your date waiting, Val. You better get going.”

She rolled her eyes, but agreed as she moved toward the hall, turning around as you jumped form your bed and over to your laptop. She spoke softly, “You know, if anything’s going on… you can talk to me. I’ll always be there for you, sweetheart.”

The mouse hovered over the accept button before you turned around, nodding in response, “Have a great night. Kick ass.”

You didn’t expect to see Stiles spin around in his chair as a nerf gun was pointed at the camera, your face popping up on the screen only a mere second before Scott’s. He was chuckling and you absentmindedly turned to look out your bedroom window as you could see him place it in his lap. All that you could think was that he was an idiot, but your lips still rose very mildly into a smile. The other boy, however, didn’t look impressed. His face was wretched with tiredness, his body hunched over, and the illumination from the screen didn’t help the darkened bags under his eyes.

Scott huffed, wanting to get straight to the point, “What’d you find out?”

A cringe crawled across Stiles’ face, his eyes squinting, eyebrows folding in, “It’s bad. Jackson’s got a separated shoulder.”

“What, are you serious? Because of me?”

You sneered, refuting Scott’s blame on himself, “No, because he’s a fucking tool.”

It was unfortunate to be so used to Scott dropping his face into his hands, and as he did, you pouted at the sight. He sighed out in dismay, “But is he gonna play?”

Stiles shook his head with sympathy, a pitying look crossing his face, “Well, they don't know yet. Now, they're just counting on you for Saturday.”

Scott becomes evidently conflicted, weighing up the pros and cons of playing versus if he doesn’t. The McCall boy didn’t want to let anyone down – his mother was excited to see him play, he managed to score a position in first line, and he wanted to impress Allison more than anyone. On the other hand, his anger was out of control – he had the capability to seriously hurt someone, and if he wolfed out on the field then he would expose werewolves to half the town. He was stuck, and either route he took would end in misery.

You squinted your eyes at a sudden shadow in Scott’s room, bringing your head closer to the screen as if you would be able to see better. You couldn’t make out what it was, but Stiles had the same idea as he too attempted to get a clearer look.

Scott frowned, “What? What are you guys looking at?”

It didn’t take long for the shadow to form a recognisable shape, one of a human structure, and it was standing right behind Scott. Your eyes widened in intense alarm, trying to warn Scott, but as you spoke, the screen started to become glitchy. Both boys’ feeds were fractured, so you had the idea of posting a message through the chat box instead – TURN AROUND. But even the message was taking a while to send, the buffering getting worse.

You groaned, your balled fists hitting the tabletop. You ran to your window, a loud squeak sounding as you slid the pane upward. It was as if you two shared a mind when Stiles did the same thing, the shock present alongside the worry for his best friend. You tried to keep your voice contained, but loud enough for the boy to hear, “You need to call him, Stiles! Someone’s there with him!”

All that he could muster was a moan, his hand thrown up with a phone clutched between tense fingers, “I’ve been trying, he’s not picking up!” His spare hand ran nervously over his buzzed hair, and you had never felt so useless. You leant against the windowsill, your head dropping to the frame as you tried to think of what to do, or better yet, who was there with him. You turned your head, and didn’t look away from the still glitched out screen until Stiles’ voice sounded again, “I-I’m gonna come over, okay? Just… just hold on.”

Feet dragged you down the stairs, fumbling until you softly ran into your front door, unlocking it in time for Stiles to run through. He was panting, and you wondered for a small moment how he even got onto the lacrosse team if he lost his stamina from just running next door. He was about to speak, but his breathing was still heavy, his pointer finger lifting lazily to signal for a wait. Just as he was about to continue expressing his concerns, his phone rang, and you both jumped high with complete anticipation for Scott’s status. Stiles answered it immediately as you hovered by his side, the call put onto loudspeaker, “Dude! What – what the hell happened? Are you okay?”

“He told me that I can’t play in the game.” Was all that Scott’s frustrated voice said, the disappointment overly present.

You looked at Stiles perplexed before pushing for further details, “Who told you, Scott?”

“Derek. He said that if I even try to play… then he’ll kill me. And you wanna know what the worst part is? I think he was serious.”

Hearing his name again, and having it linked to Scott’s new werewolf status, was overwhelming as you took a step backward. Everything wasn’t as it seemed, and the boy… the man you thought you knew, was built of violence and anger and secrets. You supposed that a lot could change over the past few years, and that the Hale fire was more than a driving force for this completely different persona that you were hardly even used to yet. But it still tugged at your heart that the soft and kind boy that swore to protect you from the world, was the one causing the harm instead.

Stiles didn’t like to see you distraught, but hearing Scott call for his name as neither of you answered, made him focus back to his phone, “Well, Scotty… I think he’s right. It sucks, man, I know it does but if you shift in front of everyone – “

“I know, I know. Then Allison’s dad will be the one to kill me. I’m telling Coach first thing, I swear.”

Stiles nodded, finally letting his shoulders slump in relief that at least Scott was okay. He quickly lapped at his lips and sighed into the receiver, “Good luck. You’re gonna need it.” You listened as the two said their goodbyes, Stiles’ phone slipping into his pocket. From what he’s heard about Derek, he wasn’t a huge fan, especially now that he’s gone psycho stalker on Scott; but seeing you saddened by the development made him frown too.

You watched his lips dip down, and you knew what was coming next – he was going to question if you were okay. That’s all everyone seemed to be doing lately. It made you feel weak, as if you couldn’t handle yourself, as if something was always wrong with you. So before he could even try, you reached for his hand and dragged him up the stairs, pulling him into your room before softly kicking the door closed behind you. A word was hardly spoken as you wandered over to your bed, but you missed the way Stiles looked around him in awe.

He hadn’t been in your room for years, and it was vastly different. Some of the walls had changed, except for the familiar peeling floral print behind your bedhead, which made him smile. Any sign of a stuffed animal had completely vanished and was instead replaced by photos and the odd sentimental trinket. You had a vanity now covered in different types of makeup, and your wardrobe door was open as he sneakily took a peek at how your style had also changed and matured drastically. He felt as if he was meeting a new person, but maybe he was, the thought that the young girl he left behind was of course no where near who you had grown to be. This just meant that he had to get to know you all over again, something that Stiles was very much unopposed to.

His widened eyes finally landed on your form as you were crouched, pulling an array of papers and books from under your bed, before dumping it on top. He pursed his lips, walking slowly to your side, humming under his breath, “I see you traded out the pink. The sky-blue suits you much better.” He said, looking down as you looked up to him.

You nodded, a soft blush pinching at your cheeks, “My exact thoughts.” You didn’t look into his eyes for long, not wanting that whisky swirl to suck you in, as you instead leant down to scatter the pages around your bed and open the books to your marked pages. You stood back with a sigh, your hands on your hips, “I’ve been researching, but not getting too far.” Your lips knotted, disappointment obvious in your voice. You reached down for one of the books before holding it up to Stiles, “Think you could lend me a hand?”

He accepted it, graciously, as a wide grin perched between his dimpled cheeks. He always thought he’d have to be the one to ask first, but you taking the step in offering him the invitation meant that you trusted him, and that he was on the way to gaining that trust back one hundred percent, no matter what he had to do. “Let’s get down to business.”

Empty Chinese takeout boxes were gathered in a heap on your floor, chopsticks scattered around them as two full bodies sad against the side of your bed. Stiles had your laptop propped up on his bent knees as he scrolled through the never-ending sites of mythical creatures and beings, whilst you had your nose buried in a book and hand scribbling down more notes. You had been at it for an hour, and still no explanation was found. You were slowly losing faith again, close to just throwing in the towel and saying that it was all in your head – but you knew that Stiles wouldn’t let you do that. He was the most determined person in your life, and that boy would go to hell and back if it meant that he could be your saving grace. He continually refused to give up despite your small attempts, provoking you to sit back with a frown, but all he did was smile at you as he looked through his peripherals.

Stiles clicked his tongue, “Have you thought that maybe you’re not a creature… maybe you’re a being.”

You rutted your brows, leaning forward slightly to catch Stiles’ questioning gaze, “Is there even a difference?”

“Creatures are, well, just that… creatures. Beasts. Simply, non-human. Scott is a creature when he shifts, but you don’t do that.” His tone was factual as he turned the laptop more toward you, your eyes skimming with interest over the screen. You never stopped to think about the side of the supernatural that wasn’t werewolves and vampires, but he did, and it gave you the tiniest bit of regained hope that if anyone was going to find out just what you were then it would be Stiles Stilinski.

He cleared his throat, “There’s a few different types of supernatural beings that have… powers, I suppose, but they can stay in human form. Like – like here – “ He switched browsing tabs to a site that consisted of scanned pages from an archaic book, the text hardly legible as it was in scrawny penmanship. He dragged his finger along the sentences until he found the information he needed, “Psychics, witches, dreamwalkers. Maybe we’ve just been looking in the wrong place. We’re not searching for what supernatural creature you are; we’re searching for where your abilities lie.”

By now, you had forced yourself up against Stiles’ side, one hand inattentively pushing on his thigh for stability as you lent in for a closer look at your laptop. You were too focused to notice the hitch in his breathing, or how his arm flailed hesitantly behind your head before settling at an odd angle along the edge of your bed. He could smell your shampoo because you were so close, and feel the warmth of your touch, and it was incredibly overwhelming to his senses. He just hoped, prayed, that you couldn’t feel the way his heart was galloping against his ribcage. You were none the wiser, however, returning to your prior position beside him. Your hand pulled away and settled in your lap, thinking back over the information you’d read, “You think I could be one of these?”

He pushed out the breath he was holding before nodding his head, lips pulling up to form a lopsided boyish smile. His head was still reeling from your close vicinity, but he managed to play it cool, “I-I mean, it’s a possibility. We already know that your mind is the main source. You’re living others’ emotions and manifesting them as your own, you can literally feel pain that isn’t yours, or as in today… it was like your own shoulder separated, wasn’t it?” You nodded in agreement, relating his words back to the strange moments you had experienced over the past week. Stiles was too, even managing a small chuckle at his next thought, “It’s like you’re over-empathising without even realising it.”

It was as if his words had struck a chord, your body straightening from your position on the floor. Brown doe-like eyes watched you with intrigue, your own eyes darting at an empty space in the distance as you were beginning to recollect something your mother had often told you. She always had a knack, a talent, at reading others. She said it was how she first got a date with your father, knowing that he was nervous to offer a proposal so she took the first step, or how she could sense the love he had for her before he could find the words. It was portrayed as a fairy-tale story of love and promise and forever. She knew when something was wrong, or when it was about to head south, just by the weather cues or through the simple act of looking at someone across the room. You broke your arm in the third grade and she made the pain disappear with a small hold of your wrist, and a smile that so quick to force your own to copy. You had thought that she was purely intuitive, or as you’d call her as a young child ‘a mind reader’. It didn’t seem so obvious back then, because you didn’t know what you knew now. Then it all fell together. Piece by piece. You saw yourself within her so easily. This, you, it wasn’t coincidental.

“We are women of empathy.” You hummed lightly, words spoken under your breath, and if the room wasn’t so stark quiet… If you weren’t sitting shoulder to shoulder with Stiles, then he would’ve hardly heard you.

“What does that mean?” He wondered aloud, waiting for you to face him, relief settling in his chest when he noticed the small upturn of your lips and that this time you hadn’t blacked out in pain.

Your head shook. You weren’t sure why it came to mind, the only trigger that made you remember being that simple word – empathising. You mother empathised, highly and easily. And so did you. You laughed out a small breath, “It’s something my mom would always tell me when I was little. I never knew what it meant, but it always made me feel strong, like her.”

“You think your mom used to feel things like you?”

“I know she did.” You replied, your head leaning back against the side of your mattress. Your eyes fluttered closed for a small moment as you drew a deep breath – trying to regain your thoughts, more memories, any kind of lead toward what this really is. When your eyes reopened, Stiles was still looking at you. He never had looked away. He was intrigued and happy and his arms were twitching to hug you, but he couldn’t bring himself to cross that line, not yet. You simply smiled at him, and he smiled back, all anxiety now expelled from the room. “Now we just have to figure out what it all means.”

Although the hallway chatter between classes could nearly be considered as a cacophony, Scott was still started by the sound of Stiles’ locker closing beside him. He had just talked with Coach and judging by the still stressed pull of his features, it didn’t go as planned. Arms were shaking as he was gathering his books, a sign that he was now more than conflicted – whatever his chosen path, Scott would be drawing the short stick, and nothing fortuitous would be coming his way. He was murmuring under his breath, a whispered personal conversation where he rehashed his pros and cons, but you didn’t want to pry too much as you waited for him to be ready so that you two could get to class. Stiles was standing with you, feet pointed in the opposite direction of first period math as he had study hall instead. His foot was tapping incessantly as a mismatched rhythm echoed beneath him, his own way of holding back the questions he wanted to ask as a follow-up to Scott’s conversation with Coach. The young wolf was told to play the game, that whatever excuse he came up with wasn’t nearly good enough, but he was scared that he would hurt someone. You all were.

The moment his locker shut, you wanted to curl your fingers around Scott’s wrist and drag him behind you, but his feet stopped in their tracks when a familiar pretty brunette made her way through the crowd. She wore her usual bright smile, a welcoming attribute that lit up the room instantly, and that also lit up Scott’s face as he stared with wide and loving eyes. He was in deep, and even her father’s status and the lacrosse game couldn’t stop him from wanting to be by her side.

His phone dinged as she stood in front of you all, your hand lifting into a wave as she spoke a greeting in return. Scott began to speak in mumbled and nervous words, something about a text from his mother and Allison attending the lacrosse game. You instead stood back with Stiles as you couldn’t bare to put up with the awkwardness that was stemming with ease from Scott’s behalf. As you could see the small giggles and nervous hand gestures, you crossed your arms, watching them with slightly screwed eyes and brows, “Has he always been a nervous wreck, or is this werewolf thing just really getting to him?”

“Oh, no, this is tame for him.” Stiles replied immediately, his hands shoved into the deepened pockets of his jacket, watching the minor trainwreck with the same winced expression, “Lucy Jacobs touched his hand once by accident in middle school, and he ran away. Hid in the boy’s bathroom for like, an hour. It was hilarious.” You lightly jabbed at his side when he started laughing, the joyous sound dying down, but the large smile remained. Stiles shook his head, “The werewolf thing, though, definitely not making it any better.”

You sounded a noise of agreement, looking up to Stiles and you both shared a knowing look. It broke as quick as it started, your hand soon lifting as Allison began to move on and you waved her off, beaming at the kind girl until she turned away form you. Stiles wasn’t too long after, promising to meet up between your next classes, and you finally got a hold on Scott as you two walked across the building.

Math wasn’t something you were particularly strong in, but it was a class that you shared with Lydia, and you knew that she would do whatever she could to help you absolutely ace it. That’s why you shone a bright grin as you entered the room and saw the redhead already seated, her fingers dangling in a hello. You could see in the sharp point of her lips, a budding smirk, that she was ready to dominate whatever mathematical equations were put in front of her – not that she would outright admit that she could work in circles around every single person in this class, without fault. There was a spare seat behind her on the diagonal, your body slipping with ease into the chair with Scott plopping down behind you. He was hardly paying attention to the world around him; even when you were chosen to complete a calculation on the board, he was still staring out that classroom window with a far off look in his eyes. Whatever you were, it was provoking a feeling of nausea in your stomach as you continued to worry for Scott, inevitably taking on his saddened and scared thoughts that mixed unceasingly with his high-alert anxiety.

You were stuck on him, not even realising that your equation had been solved and that you’ve been standing inanimately at the board for a few minutes now. Your arm dropped down as your teacher shook your shoulder gently, eyelashes fluttering madly against your skin before you saw that you had finished your task. A small smile was pulled between your cheeks, one that didn’t reach your eyes, and you timidly moved back toward your seat. Lydia’s hand was held out for you as she smirked smugly at your good work, and you high-fived her – after all, you wouldn’t be this efficient at your work if it hadn’t been for the bubbly redhead. As you sat back in your seat, you looked over your shoulder at Scott, and he turned to face you when he noted movement.

You frowned, “Like Stiles very much likes to remind me, every problem has a solution. We’ll figure everything out, I promise.”

His lips lifted, a sparkle of gratefulness crossing his eyes. Scott nodded his head before he hummed, “So, does that mean you forgive him then? For whatever happened between you guys?”

“Let’s just say - ” You started, drawing in a deep breath, simply for dramatics, “-that I don’t want to hit him with my car anymore.”

Scott finally shone a proper smile, one that brought colour back to his cheeks and caused small lines of joy to crinkle beside his eyes, “Well, that’s a good start.”

His name was called, prompting both of your eyes to focus on your teacher as he gestured for Scott to join him at the board. He was diffident; head looking down as he followed a very confident Lydia as she also took her stance at the front of the room. Her posture was perfectly upright and oozed self-assurance, an opposition to Scott and his unwillingness to have the attention put on him. You couldn’t hear what they were talking about, but the way they both slightly turned their heads and the clenching of Scott’s fist made it clear that Lydia was speaking rather unmotivating words to your new friend. She knew how to rile somebody up within a split second; it came hand-in-hand with her increased intelligence and impressive observation skills, aspects which she utilised on a daily basis.

Lydia finished first, and in near record-breaking time, before she sashayed back to her seat. You lent forward as she sat, voice hardly above a whisper, “Lyds, what did you say to him?” You asked, recognising the despair as Scott wore it too well for comfort. The small moment of happiness you witnessed prior had vanished, and the upsetting and empty shell of a boy had returned.

Lydia pursed her lips, not seeming bothered by your concern for him, “Only that there’s some super cute guys on the lacrosse team that want to meet Allison. Oh, and that he better play the Saturday game seeming he’s the one that pushed Jackson out of peak performance.” Her tone had bite; it was sharp and cold, and you knew that her insinuated threat was one to not take lightly.

It was as if Scott was listening to your conversation the moment he turned back around, facing the class with focused eye contact only on you. The need was there to pull the boy into your arms and rock him back and forth until the distraint was alleviated; but alas, you shone him a small smile, sympathy pinching between your cheeks despite how hard you were trying to prevent it. He returned a smile that refused to meet his eyes, only for it to drop further as he peered to Lydia and the smirk she gave him as she continued texting away on her phone.

“Okay, you’re seriously just depressing me now, Scott.” You closed your locker as the boy sunk against metal beside you, this position being second nature to him now ever since the first day of Sophomore year. He had refused to speak ever since your last class, your small talk of encouraging words going through one ear and out the other. It was as if he wasn’t even trying to make things better for himself.

He moaned, his head lulling to the side as it fell toward you, “I thought you were on my side.”

With arms crossed, you shifted your weight onto one side as you held yourself up against your locker, facing the young werewolf as you sighed, “I am, I just also happen to feel how shitty you feel and it’s even bringing me down. Take a breather.”

Scott was so engrossed in his problems that he forgot about your own, a hand now rubbing at his face as he grimaced at what exactly you could feel from him. He was very well aware of how downcast his heart was, the mixture of anxiety and stress and fear only adding to the nauseous concoction in his stomach – and you were absorbing every last ounce of emotion.

“I forgot about that.” He admitted sheepishly, but you just smiled warmly. You couldn’t turn on or off the way you connected to the things around you, but it was starting to make sense that the more intense the emotions and pain of others were, then you would be feeling them much easier.

You nodded, “We’re both still trying to find our footing in this new crazy world, but it won’t happen straight away. You can take a break, Scott, you’re allowed to stop every now and then.” You could see his head bob in acknowledgement, words resonating in his mind as a stood a little straighter. Scott closed his eyes and drew in a deep breath, allowing himself to hold it in until you could see his cheeks flush pink. As he exhaled slowly, his shoulders dropped, and he wiggled his fingers to release any leftover tension. You smiled at him, properly, “Better?”

The iconic wide grin of Scott McCall returned as he looked back to you, appreciation now softening his brown eyes, “Much, thanks.”

It was swift when Stiles came bumbling around the corner, his shoes skidding against the floor as he reached the both of you, the screech of rubber against linoleum catching the attention of the surrounding students. Your brows furrowed in question, but all he did was point a finger each at you and Scott, his head gesturing toward the next hallway. “You and you –“ He started, slightly breathless as his feet were moving on the spot, not allowing his energy to decrease, ” - come with me.”

He hardly allowed time for questions before he had disappeared again, a shared look between yourself and Scott only showing silent questioning as you both hurried after him. The reasoning behind Stiles’ behaviour quickly became apparent as you spotted Sheriff Stilinski standing outside of the principal’s office, too far down the corridor for you to hear the conversation, but the tight-lips and squinted eyes hinted that it wasn’t a pleasant topic of choice.

Stiles grasped your shoulder, pulling you behind a pillar as you both stood behind Scott. The energetic boy tapped his foot, teeth digging into his bottom lip before gesturing toward his father, “Tell me what they’re saying.” He said to Scott, the young werewolf closing his eyes as he attempts to tune into the Sheriff’s conversation. His head slightly moved, eyes squeezing, an indication that he was trying to concentrate enough to drown out the chatter of your peers. Stiles grunted, “Well? Can you hear ‘em?”

Scott shushed him, loudly, as he tried to catch the end of the discussion. It wasn’t long afterwards that the meeting was dissipated as Scott faced you both with widened eyes, “There’s a curfew. Because of the body.”

Stiles’ hands were thrown high, a look of incredulity playing across his face as he grew slightly frustrated at the decision made by his father. He began to walk away, once again leaving you and Scott to follow behind him as he started speaking out in a tangent, “Seriously… unbelievable. My dad’s out looking for a-a rabid animal, while the jerkoff who actually killed the girl is just… hanging out! Doing whatever he wants!”

Scott pursed his lips, “Well you can’t exactly tell your dad the truth about Derek…”

“Uh, what about the fact that we don’t even know for sure that he did kill her!” You butted in, pushing yourself forward until you stood in front of Stiles, Scott managing to come to a halt beside the other boy as you remained in front. With your arms folded you looked at them both with a quirked brow, and all that Stiles could do was sigh, his hand rubbing with conflict over his buzzed head.

He didn’t want to look at you because he knew that he’d be met with puppy dog eyes; naiveness that could easily turn into fire with the wrong choice of words. But the clearing of your throat dragged his vision like a magnetised force, and Stiles was left with feeding you a possibility that you didn’t want to hear. He bit his lip briefly, “With the evidence, we can’t quite rule out that he didn’t do it either. But what I do know is that if my dad can’t do anything about it, then I can do something.”

In your gut, you knew he was right, and a part of you even appreciated how he tried to soften the blow. To think though, that Derek, the sweet boy with the big blue eyes growing up, was capable of something so devilish like murder… it would always be incomprehensible to you. With a short nod, you moved to the side so that you could continue to your next class, listening in as Scott asked what exactly Stiles could do, all the world’s scepticism bound to his voice.

But Stiles just smiled, determination in his eyes, a confident firmness in his tone that worried you a little as you heard what he had to say, “We’re gonna find the other half of the body.”

You scoffed, disdained by the idea of digging yourselves further into his murderous hole. Stiles peered to his side and you immediately recognised the grin of mischief that earned him his childhood nickname, “Are you fucking with us right now? This could be some really serious, dangerous shit, Stiles.”

“Which is why we need to grab this bull by the horns and sort it out before anyone else gets killed.” He rebutted with a simple shrug of his shoulders, his calm demeanour oddly impressive as the thought of death itself was enough to make your stomach twist and turn.

You shook your head, trying to lower your voice before your exasperation alarmed the classroom you were stepping into, “We could get killed!” It was a hushed yell, and it was fortunate that Stiles was the only one who heard as you took a seat beside him in the middle row.

He drew a deep breath, “Between Scott’s freaky werewolf powers and our loveable innocent faces, we’ll be fine.”

Whatever loveable and innocent face Stiles was talking about was nowhere to be seen as you deadpanned him, indignity tearing at your furrowed brows and tense jaw. What you found the most dumbfounding, however, was that even though you believed his idea to be of the highest stupidity… you would still follow him into whatever danger there was, headfirst. No questions asked.

You smiled as your phone screen lit up, the small vibration of a received message reverberating about the tabletop of your desk. Valerie had gone on a second date, and she was now in the bathroom sending you excited messages from one of Beacon Hill’s fanciest restaurants – as fancy as Beacon Hills could get, really. As she left a couple hours prior, you couldn’t help but think that you hadn’t seen her smile so brightly in what would have been years. She was finally allowing herself to get her life back on track and not let the dark and tortured emotions of your parent’s deaths get the better of her. You could really take a page out of her book, you supposed.

You replied to her with a could of thumbs up emojis and some small wording about how happy you were for her, finishing it off with a single red heart, a signature for you both when signing off a text. Eyes were quick to look back over your English notes, settling down into the routine you made the moment you got home from school. Your night was humble as you were home alone, the only sounds you could hear were the very quiet and soft melodies playing from your phone – a necessity to have background noise as you found utter silence the most deafening. You were taking in the annotations that you made during class earlier that day, hoping that they would make more sense now that you were in the privacy of your room, able to reread as many times as you needed without the pressure of keeping up with the pace of your teacher. You were so absorbed that the split second your ringtone started to echo throughout the room, you jumped with a loud gasp, your heart hammering in your chest.

Stiles’ name flashed across your screen, but you waited a could more rings before you answered due to the jump scare you definitely did not anticipate this evening. Breathlessly, with a hand still pressed to your chest, you responded, “Hello?”

“Hey, hi, hi, sorry I know it’s late but I was at the station, and Scott said he had news so I rushed over, otherwise I would have stopped to get you but he said it was important and I’m – “ He stopped mid-rant to pant out his breaths, the phone temporarily moved away from his face as you imagined him bent down with hands pressed to his knees. He needed to work out more.

You hummed, “Stiles? You there?”

Footsteps were loud as they echoed into the phone, sounding like shoes smacking against wood panelling, and you guessed that he was now making his way up the main staircase inside the McCall residence. He brought the phone back up to his ear, “I just didn’t wanna leave you out of the loop, ya know?” You couldn’t stop the smile that fell on your lips, a warm feeling gathering at the base of your ribs that you hadn’t felt in a very long time. It was an odd sensation, but it was nice. Suddenly, the sound of Scott’s voice could be heard in the background, and Stiles pulled the phone away again, “Hold on, let me put Y/N on speaker.”

You sat back in your chair; arms crossed over your chest as you kicked your feet up on the edge of your bed. You called out toward your phone, “Hey, Scott. What’s goin – “

“What did you find? How did you find it? Where did you find it?” Stiles blurted, and you could imagine him literally bouncing on the spot with absolute anticipation for whatever development Scott had made. A scoff was heard, and you were sure it came from the other boy before Stiles sighed loudly, “And yes, I’ve had a lot of Adderall.”

“Just a lot?” You pitched in, a snorted sound of acknowledgement indicating that Stiles had heard the sarcasm in your voice.

Scott chuckled at the banter, but the humour wasn’t carried into what he had to say next, “I found something at Derek Hale’s.”

You gasped, “What?”

“ – Are you kidding me?” Stiles sounded, just as shocked as you were. You didn’t know Scott was going to Derek’s, and by the tone in Stiles’ voice, he too was unaware.

Scott hummed, “There’s something buried out there. I could smell blood.”

The phone was fumbled between the clumsy hands of Stiles as you heard excitement in his voice, the pitch raising with eagerness, “That’s awesome!” And you rolled your eyes, knowing that Scott would be doing the same thing due to the silence that followed. Stiles eventually cleared his throat, “I mean… that’s terrible. Who’s blood?”

“I don't know...” He started, but his voice got louder as it grew closer, telling you that he had made his way toward Stiles and the phone, “But, when we do, your dad nails Derek for the murder. And then, you guys can help me figure out how to play lacrosse without changing, because there's no way I'm not playing that game.”

He sounded definite; an oddly out of character thing for Scott as he usually sat on the line of indecisiveness and timidity. It was easy, though, to sense his desperation and you were certain that having werewolf blood now coursing through his veins was enough to build up that up-and-coming courage of his.

“So, uh…” Stiles said with confusion, the sound of footsteps once again coming clear, “Looks like we’re gonna swing by yours. See you in ten?”

You didn’t know what they had planned, and you didn’t know just what crazy scheme Scott was configuring in his head, but you still sighed and locked eyes with your sneakers across the room. Pursing your lips, you picked up your phone, “I’ll be ready in five.”

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spideysquake · 1 year

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okay besties, i don’t want to get anyone’s hopes up, but i have restarted chapter three of the infinite playlist... it’s still slow going, but i am writing again and i’m so so excited to be able to share it with you after like, a fucking lifetime of being on hiatus...

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sweet-pea-channie · 2 years

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Forbidden Love - S.S. AU Pt. 2

Author: @sweet-pea-channie

Words: +7.5k

Warnings: first kiss, gentle foreplay, finger tracing, fingering, first time sex, unprotected sex (obviously since this takes place in the 1600′s), multiple orgasm

A/N: Part two of Forbidden Love for you guys! I had to rewrite the intimite part, because I wasn’t happy with it. It didn’t feel like the two of them were inexperienced. But I hope you liike it!

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"Y/N where are you?"

You hadn't been hiding there for long, and you wondered how quickly Stiles could find you already. You tried to be as quiet as possible, but your heart was beating way too fast and way too loud, your breathing was also very unsteady from running around the castle.

"Y/N?"

You put your hand over your mouth to block out any possible sounds. After all, Stiles could always find you, no matter where. Within no time, he always knew exactly where you were hiding.

"I know you're here somewhere in the room. I heard the door slam. No one else comes in here."

You gulped and peeked through the narrow crack of the closet you'd been hiding in. Stiles stood in the middle of the room, slowly turning over his right shoulder. He inspected the entire room, wondering where you might have been hiding. His eyes fell on the closet you were in, and as if looking directly into your eyes, he sprinted straight for you. Before he could even open the closet door, a low screech escaped your lips, the fear that he could crush you along with the closet door was greater than the fear of finding you. Stiles pulled open the door and smiled at you.

"It’s your turn now," he laughed and ran right out of the room. You grabbed the skirt of your dress and lifted it to run faster after him. Your short legs didn't make it any easier. You watched as Stiles ran all the way down the hall and disappeared shortly after. Even though you couldn't count, Stiles didn't care that you always begged not to have to search. He always said that you could just stop for a while before you went looking for him.

"Y/N, what are you doing here? I told you, you can't be in the hallways of the castle in public," you heard your father's voice behind you. You turned around and looked into the tired and worn out eyes of your father, who was carrying heavy wooden slats through the castle. He didn't give you an evil look, more a worried one. Since he always brought you to the castle and you were less and less around him, he worried about you every day. He didn't know what was happening to you while you were sneaking around the castle.

"Stiles and I are playing hide and seek," you replied simply, pointing in the direction Stiles had just disappeared. "It's my turn to search now."

"Honey, I've told you several times not to play with Stiles. There are the other girls downstairs in the kitchen. I'm sure they can play with you, or you can help the ladies with the kitchen chores. How does that sound to you?"

"I don't want to do that, though. I want to play with Stiles. Stiles is the only one here who is nice to me and doesn't laugh at me for not being able to read and count. Everyone else is always making fun of me," you explained to your dad, giving him the best pout you could manage.

Your father put down the wooden slats and squatted down to be at your eye level. "Y/N, I know that you want to play with Stiles the most and I also understand that he is the nicest to you. But that may change with time. Stiles is not like us, sweetie. Stiles will eventually rule this castle and this country, unless something comes up."

"Maybe I can become a princess?!" you asked your father full of hope, already jumping up and down slightly, but your father held you by your shoulders and tried to calm you down. "Sometimes, unfortunately, dreams remain dreams. Now be a good girl and go to the kitchen to Katherine, I'm sure she can use your help."

There was a knock at the kitchen door and Katherine looked up. One of the castle boys, friends of Stiles, came into the kitchen and looked around briefly. "Can I help you, young man?" asked Katherine when he couldn't seem to find what he was looking for. "Because I think you're lost, aren't you?"

"No, I'm looking for Y/N," he replied, seeing you standing behind Katherine.

"May I ask why?"

"I have something for her," he said, pulling out a small piece of parchment from his pants pocket. "This is from Stiles."

You looked at Katherine questioningly until she nods, letting you know it would be okay to get closer to him. After all, you had experienced it yourself a few times now, what it was like to be nastily picked on by the people who lived in the castle. Only a few days ago you were pulled by your braided hair by a lord until he dragged you on your knees behind him. The injuries on your knees were still healing. Why he did that to you was something you didn't know at the time. Even now, not really. But according to the employees in the kitchen, you should not have approached him so easily, and meanwhile you had asked quite nicely for the way to the queen. You were now better aware that you were not allowed to do that.

So you walked with careful steps to the boy, who was about your age, and took the parchment from his hand. You opened it and found several characters on it. But since you couldn't read and no one had ever taught you, you looked at Katherine again and reached out to give it to her. Katherine was one of the only ones in the kitchen who was lucky enough to read. She smiled at you and read the message once silently to herself before deciding to read it to you as well, but not before kindly asking the boy out of the kitchen. "He writes that he is proud of you for getting a job here in the kitchen and he wants to meet you later by the magnolia tree, then when the sun is between the owl tower and the big willow."

Your eyes sparkled as Katherine read you the message from Stiles. For a long time you had hoped that you would finally be allowed to work in the kitchen. And yesterday was the day. You were officially appointed as a kitchen servant. Your father was immensely proud of you when you broke the news to him late that evening.

"Y/N, you have to be careful. I told you before not to keep seeing our prince," Katherine said as she handed you the parchment. Even though you couldn't read what was written on it, you looked at the characters again. Stiles had never written to you before, after all, he didn't know where to deliver it so it could reach you. But now he could always send you something.

"And you're not the only one," you laughed, tucking the parchment into one of the pockets of your apron. "But yeah, I know I shouldn't see him. But I've known Stiles for eight years now, ever since Father first brought me to the castle."

"You were both only 7 years old then, Y/N. Stiles didn't know who you were yet."

"And he still doesn't care. Stiles isn't like everyone else," you tried to defend him and you knew Katherine knew that too judging by her look, yet the features on her face were one of concern.

"Oh Y/N, your soul is far too kind for this," she sighed, gently pushing you outside. "I think it's almost time. Go outside to the courtyard and see where the sun is setting. I don't think it will be long now."

"Thank you, Katherine," you thanked her and smiled at the older lady before heading outside where the other servants were already making their rounds and returning with the freshly harvested fruits and vegetables to prepare the evening meal. "I won't be gone long, I promise."

"You know where to find us," Katherine called after you as you were already running away. The sun was already behind the tower, and indeed it wasn't long before it was between the owl tower and the willow. And since the way to the magnolia tree was not exactly short, you decided to make your way there already now.

The magnolia tree had been your hiding place for years. Even though it was one of the most beautiful trees, it was little visited, it was too far away for the ladies of the court and surrounded by bushes and undergrowth. Most would have been more afraid of destroying their garment there. You didn't care of course, most of your dresses already had holes and were not the most beautiful. Well, and Stiles, Stiles didn't care about his clothes either. He had his own tailors, after all, who were only busy making him and his family new clothes.

"Y/N," you heard Stiles' voice behind you. It was very quiet, even though no one was around, but you could still recognize his voice, even from miles away. You quickly turned around and saw him standing there in his everyday clothes, a simple pair of dark pants with black boots and a white shirt. He had left his tunic off, out here in the sun it seemed far too warm for it.

"Stiles," you breathed out, running the last few steps towards him. Stiles smile grew until he wrapped his arms around you and lifted you off the ground. "I haven't seen you in so long."

"I know," he replied, setting you back down on the ground, but keeping his arms around your body. "I've been with my dad a lot. We fought together with the sword for the first time today. Otherwise it was always Louis I had practiced with."

"That sounds like fun," you countered, playing with the ribbons of his blouse.

"It was, but I want to know more about your day, what's it like to finally get to work here?" he asked, slowly breaking away from you. Immediately you missed his warmth and wanted to get back into his arms, however Stiles pointed directly at the trunk of the magnolia and sat on the ground before leaning against the tree. He made room for you to sit next to him and so you used his shoulder as a backrest. And as you leaned against him and pulled your knees towards you, your robe slipped off your knees and your injuries on your knees were visible. Quickly you pulled the robe back over your knees, but Stiles had already seen them. He stopped you by grabbing your hand and looked at you, startled. With his other hand he grabbed your dress and said softly, "May I?"

You nodded and watched as Stiles carefully pulled your dress off your knees to get a better look at the injuries. "Damn, Y/N, that doesn't look good at all," he said after seeing the red knees. The wounds were already crusted over and looked pretty bad, but crusting always meant it was already healing, after all. "How did this happen?"

"Can we maybe talk about something else? We certainly don't have that much time," you replied, pulling the dress back over your knees so he couldn't see it.

"Y/N, please tell me how this happened. It doesn't look like a simple fall to me. What happened?"

You took a deep breath before reading out a loud sigh, "I wanted to thank your mother for the job in the kitchen... I know now that was just stupid and rash of me. Lord Westbrook made that clear to me when I asked him for directions. It's really not as bad as it looks Stiles-"

"It looks pretty bad to me, Y/N. Your knees are all red around the wounds, which means it's infected. You should have the medicus here look at it, if it gets worse I can't forgive myself," he asked.

"I can't just go to the Medicus here in the castle. I have no rights for that and I don't have enough money for the herbalist in the village. Clarissa, the woman who still lives in our house, said that cold compresses and sage help. So that's what I've been doing the last few evenings."

"Doesn't really seem to help if it still looks like that, though," Stiles countered.

"Can we maybe not argue about this right now and just enjoy the short time we have?" you asked him, resting your head on his shoulder. Stiles sighed and put his hand on your head to run through your hair. "Of course."

But Stiles didn't quite settle down, he rummaged around in the pocket of his pants until he found a few silver pennies and placed them in the pockets of your apron. "Please do me a favor and take it to the herbalist. I don't want it to get any more infected."

"Stiles, I can't accept that, it will stand out if I suddenly show up there with so many coins."

"Can you turn your head off for a moment? The herbalist won't care where you got the coins. She only cares about the value and less about where it all came from. Please Y/N, please go there. If you don't go there I'll just worry until I see you next time and you mean way too much to me for that."

"Yes?”

"Yes what?"

"That I mean that much to you?"

"You don't even know how much," he murmured, stroking your hair once more.

"You mean a lot to me too, Stiles," you replied, smiling at him.

"Yeah?"

"Yes."

"Good," Stiles said, smiling before doing something he had never done before. He put his hand on your cheek and turned your head in his direction so you could just look at him. This time you couldn't read him, something you were always very good at. Stiles was easy for you to see through but probably only because you knew him so long and well. But this time you couldn't guess what he was up to.

Stiles moistened his lips before coming dangerously close to your face, only to finally place his lips on yours. Never before had you kissed anyone and you weren't sure how to react. His lips were soft and warm, not that you've ever had any to compare them to, but still, you could already tell that they were the softest lips you could ever get to feel.

After gathering your thoughts and being able to process that Stiles was kissing you, something you had been hoping for for a very long time, you finally kissed him back. You could feel that Stiles was relieved and smiled into the kiss, he smiled so much that he pulled away from you slightly. This also gave you a chance to gasp for air. "Stiles..."

"I know," he said, placing his lips on yours again. He pulled you closer to him as he did so, and grabbed your legs to lay them across his lap. That way you could sit much more comfortably and didn't have to twist your body like that. He left his hands on your legs after that and gently stroked from your ankles up to your knees while your hands were completely engulfed in his blouse where you held on so tightly as if you were standing off a cliff.

"Stiles we can't do this," you said as you pulled away from him. His lips were swollen and now bright red, far too tempting for you and so you had to look away before you got any further into the mess.

"We can't do this in the castle, but no one will see us out here, Y/N."

"And what if they do?"

"Don't worry, you'll be my secret."

"How is your father?" you asked Stiles when you first saw him after the terrible news. The news had made its rounds some time ago, but now a few days ago the royal couple had made it public. The king was ill and you didn't know how soon he would be well again, and if he would be well at all. What exactly he had was not disclosed to you in order to protect him.

"Sometimes better, sometimes worse. Lately, though, he's had more bad days than good," he sighed, opening his eyes again. Stiles had put his head in your lap while you had been resting against the magnolia tree.

"I'm very sorry about that, Stiles," you replied, lightly stroking his head.

"You have nothing to be sorry about, Y/N. It's least of all your fault. I'm saying he's been under a lot of stress lately and he's already been pretty banged up. I think that's taken its toll on him now and his body has signaled that it's too much now."

"Are you afraid that he's going to...? You know, die?" you asked.

Stiles reached for your other hand and intertwined your fingers. "Sometimes I am. I lie awake at night every once in a while wondering what if. I haven't been by his side long enough to be able to rule the country on my own. Mother would step in and take over for that time anyway. But I know how the people feel about my mother, or you do too. You're just afraid to go near her, and I don't want a country to live in fear and anxiety."

"How can I take your mind off of it, Stiles? I don't want to see you suffer like this," you said as you now played with his fingers.

"Well, I'm distracted enough now, but at night I often have trouble falling asleep. As long as I'm with you I'm fine," he answered and gave your hand a gentle kiss. And while he had his lips on the back of your hand, you could see that he was thinking about something. His dreamy look told you that.

"What is it?"

"What if you came over tonight?"

"Stiles!" you warned him, taking your hand from his. The movement was so jerky that Stiles startled and sat down on his knees beside you. "We can't do that!"

"Why not?"

"Did you actually turn your little head on with that idea? How am I supposed to get in? What am I supposed to tell my dad where I am? What if I get caught? Your mother would immediately throw me in the dungeon and let me starve there. And what if-"

"Hey, hey, hey, slow down. Your head's about to start smoking if you don't slow down. Have you forgotten already? The tunnels under the castle, there's an entrance right down the hall from my room. I could make sure that no guard is on the way and you sneak past into my room. And don't worry about your father, I can handle that," he said, pushing himself off the floor with his hands. He gave you a quick kiss on the lips before he could clean his pants from the dirt and got ready to leave you alone again. But before that he reached into the pocket of his pants and pulled out something small, round and golden. He reached out and helped you back to your feet as well, before placing the small golden something in your hands.

"This here is a Petrus Hehle, also known as a clock. My father was given this by Peter Henlein when he was traveling through the East by ship. He managed to turn time into this little movement. So we don't always have to look at how the sun is standing to know what time it is."

"Stiles, I can't read that, though."

"Yes you can, look. I taught you the numbers, didn't I? Do you recognize them here? You just have to keep turning it so you can see the numbers right and they're not upside down. When the little hand is on IX and the big hand is on XII, then it's 9 o'clock in the evening. Then I'll make sure the entrance to the tunnel is unguarded, okay? Do you trust me?" he asked, closing your hand around the little Peter throat, as he had called it.

"Always," you replied, just looking him in the eye.

"Okay, see you later then," he said and ran off. "Ah wait a minute! You have to use the tunnel entrance behind the orchard, I'll mark the rest of the way for you!"

So, full of nervousness, you were now standing in front of the door that led to the underground tunnels. There had been no one in the kitchen for some time. After dinner, everything was quickly cleaned and then all the servants went home, except for the one person who usually stayed at the castle overnight, should be an emergency overnight. But for that person a little hat was provided to spend the night. You told them that you were waiting for your father, who was working a little later than usual, and then he would pick you up. So no one asked questions why you were there longer than everyone else.

The little golden something in your hand showed shortly before 9 o'clock. The sun had already set and the castle showed itself from the dark side. You walked to the entrance of the tunnel in the dark so as not to attract attention and then lit the small oil lamp that Stiles had placed at the door. The door opened a little harder than you thought, but in no time you were standing in the cold corridors, following the markings on the wall that Stiles had probably painted there with the help of stones.

A short time later, you found yourself at another door that you passed. You assumed that must be the door into the castle, and you were right. You could see your name on the door. Now that Stiles had taught you to read a few months ago, it was easy for you to recognize it.

With the back of your sleeve you wiped your name off the door in case someone came by and saw it. You blew out the oil lamp and placed it back on the floor before slowly opening the door. The dark hallway quickly filled with the light coming from the castle, bringing in a bit of warmth. Immediately you recognized Stiles' voice from further away. He seemed to be talking to someone. With one last look at the clock Stiles had given you, you saw that it must have been just after 9 o'clock, because the big hand had already passed XII.

"Can you make sure no one goes into my room tonight? Since I'm not so dazzling, I don't want anyone to disturb me and see me that way either, do you understand?"

Stiles' voice sounded different than usual and not as cordial, it had a stern tone, something you weren't used to hearing from him like that.

"May I ask you one more question, Sir?" asked the guard Stiles may have been talking at.

"But of course," Stiles replied.

Taking this as a chance, you made your way into the hallway before letting the door slam shut behind you and quickly slipped into the hallway next door, where Stiles' room was located. The door was ajar and you dashed inside.

Your mouth watered when you finally saw the inside of his room, until now you had only seen him from downstairs at his window and you only knew the room from stories. His bed stood in the middle of the large room, which was already lit with a few candles. In front of the bed was a small chest with several skins on it to keep Stiles warm probably during the night. You wanted to inspect every millimeter of his room, but unfortunately you didn't get the chance, because the door opened. You startled and hid behind the bed, hoping no one had seen you.

"Y/N? Are you here?" asked Stiles after he had safely closed the door to his room.

"I'm here," you replied, coming out of your hiding place. Stiles was already in his sleeping garb and free of any clothing that made him a prince. You could almost say he was a normal citizen.

Stiles came up to you in five quick and big steps and grabbed your face with his big hands before bringing it closer to yours and kissing you deeply. You hadn't shared many kisses in the long time since he first kissed you. Too often the danger was too high that someone could catch you. The only place where you could always be undisturbed was the magnolia tree. But you two didn't always manage to meet there. There was a lot to do in the kitchen, and Stiles couldn't leave the castle without excusing himself very often. His mother noticed that he was missing more and more often.

"I'll be able to sleep a lot better tonight with you here," he mumbled against your lips, and then finally detached himself completely. "You're completely freezing, come with me."

He grabbed your hand and pulled you to the other end of the room, where there were several dressers and closets. He pulled one of his nightgowns from the dresser and handed it to you. "Your clothes are damp and cold from the tunnel. If I had known it was this cold down there, I wouldn't have sent you through there."

"It's okay, Stiles," you assured him, taking off the cloak you had thrown around your shoulders.

"Let me put that away. Preferably near the fire, so it can dry quickly. I'll give you a little quick time to change, okay?"

You nodded and disappeared behind the small movable wall that was set up there to have some privacy while you changed. Stiles was standing by the fire and had placed your cloak there on one of the stools and was watching you through the wall. There wasn't much to see, because the wall covered some things, but he could visibly see your figure behind it.

A little later you came out from behind the wall again and stood quite uncomfortably on the spot. In your head you had been imagining all evening what I would talk about, how you would spend the evening together, but suddenly your head went blank, you didn't know what to say anymore.

Stiles looked you up and down once. Your bare legs shone in the light of the fire and your open hair, which was usually braided into a tight braid, now reached down to your back. But what distracted Stiles most was something else. You didn't seem to realize it at first, but because of the cold you felt, your nipples could be clearly seen through Stiles' nightgown. Stiles caught himself staring at it for too long, trying to look at your beautiful face.

You looked down at yourself to see what Stiles had been watching the whole time and were startled to see what he was looking at. You quickly crossed your arms over your chest and made yourself small by looking down at the floor.

Stiles quickly walked up to you and took your hands in his. "Don't, you don't have to hide. Not from me."

You nodded and watched him run his fingers up your arms, sliding them along your shoulders and stopped right over your chest. Your breath stopped and you couldn't even tell exactly how your body was reacting. "May I?" he asked softly, looking up from his fingers into your eyes. You weren't sure if this was really the right thing to do and if you should step in here and now. But you listened to your heart and not your head this time. "Do you trust me?"

"Yes," you replied, nodding to signal to him that it was okay with you. Stiles fingers slowly danced across your chest, hitting your hard nipples. A wave of euphoria ran through your body and your arms and legs were marked by the goosebumps that spread across your skin. "You're all sensitive."

"Stiles, I don't know if this is right what we're doing," you confessed to him as his fingers slid further down to your belly.

"We can stop this anytime you want, Y/N. I don't want to force you to do anything."

"Trust me Stiles, this all feels so right, but what if-"

"When was the last time you bled?"

"Hmm?"

"When was the last time you bled, Y/N?"

"Just a few days ago, why?"

"Then you don't have to worry about it. Come with me," he said, leading you by his hand to his bed. He laid you down on the bed first and put your legs a little apart so he could get comfortable between them. You were still a bit unsure, because the whole situation was not familiar to you. Seeing Stiles sitting there between your legs was at first a little uncomfortable. But when he started to move his fingers slowly from your feet up to your knees, your thoughts disappeared immediately.

Stiles stopped at your knees and kissed both of your knees. The wounds had long since healed, though the scars were still clearly visible. You had always hidden them. Not even your father or sister knew about the scars. Only Stiles and the herbalist in the village who had helped you knew about them. Stiles was relieved when you showed him the healed scars for the first time. He was sure that you would not dare to go to the herbalist.

Carefully he drove his fingers further and further up, first along the top of your thighs, then again from the front but this time on the inside. Your whole body started to tingle and you caught yourself longing for his touch. Stiles saw your reaction and grinned down at you. He knew exactly how shy you were and how virginal. He wasn't a bit less so, but he had no qualms about you. He knew you were the person who knew him best.

Stiles reached for the collar of his nightgown and pulled it over his head until he was clad only in his linen underwear. "Give me your hand."

As instructed, you reached your hand out to him and Stiles took it in his. To loosen you up a bit, he started running your fingers over his stomach to get to know his body. His chest was overlooked by a few individual hairs, but they were already quite thick for his young age. The hairs tickled your fingers and you had to smile as you ran your fingers over his chest. Stiles let go after a while when he noticed that you were starting to feel comfortable with what you were doing.

You dropped your hands and propped yourself up on them to sit up a bit. With your legs wrapped around Stiles' waist, you too reached for the nightgown and pulled it over your head. Stiles took the robe from you and put it with his before looking at you. "You're beautiful, Y/N."

Your cheeks flushed and you bit your bottom lip. Stiles held you by the shoulders and gently laid you back on your back as he engaged you in a kiss. You could feel his tongue on your lips and so you opened your lips a little more to give him the kiss. Stiles didn't wait long and deepened the kiss in no time while he wrapped one of your legs around his waist and snuggled up to you even more. As if Stiles had done this many times before, he moved his hips against yours, creating friction between your underwear. A feeling you couldn't describe ran through your body and you had to pull away from his lips to let out a slight moan.

"You like that?" whispered Stiles, placing his lips on your neck where he gently began to suck on your tender skin.

"Mmm," you moaned, wrapping your arms around his torso. "Stiles..."

"Shh," he murmured against your skin, his lips moving further down until he reached your breasts. He looked up at you one last time to make sure you were okay before he saw your flushed expression and placed his lips around your left nipple.

Immediately you reacted to this and pressed your chest closer to his head, his arms wrapped around your torso and held you tightly while he made circling movements around your nipple with his tongue. Over and over again he heard you moaning softly, but that wasn't enough for him, he wanted to hear you much louder. With his left hand he reached for your free breast and pinched your nipple. You had not expected this action and so you screamed out briefly, but not from pain, but more from excitement. You had never felt anything like this before. Your whole body trembled and tingled, from your toes up to your ears and you didn't want Stiles to stop.

But as if Stiles could read your mind, he detached himself from your breasts and licked his lips once before bending down again and this time putting your other nipple between his lips and gently biting it. Again you moaned loudly and pressed your upper body against his. Stiles took his other arm from under you and searched for the loop of your linen underwear. After finding it, he blindly undid the knot and pulled on the string until it came loose. He sat up and left you lying back there on the bed all excited as he looked at what he had done. Your breasts were all red and purple, clear marks of what he had done were now on those and it made him a little proud that he had done that.

"Stiles, are you sure you want to take this step with me and not with someone more made for you?" you asked him, hoping he would say yes.

"If not with you, then with no one else," he replied, kissing you deeply. While you pressed your tongue against his lips this time and deepened the kiss, Stiles continued to make a pass at your underwear, pulling them off your legs. You helped him do this and took turns pulling your legs on to make it easier for him.

"Was that the picture in your head of distraction today?" you asked him with a light chuckle as he finally pulled the last piece of clothing off of you and was now going after his underwear.

"Quite possibly," he answered your question and sat back on his heels as he finally got rid of the fabric. His excited member jumped up against his belly and beamed happily at you there. In your abdomen everything contracted at the thought that you were about to become intimate with each other and a little you were afraid that his penis would not fit inside you, after all it was huge and very thick, the vein on his penis already throbbing with excitement.

"Don't worry," Stiles whispered as he reached for his member and pumped it two or three times. "I'll make sure you're okay, I promise."

You nodded and watched as Stiles opened your legs a little wider. If you felt too naked earlier, you felt even more so now. Lying stark naked like that with your legs spread in front of a boy was very foreign to you, but you weren't afraid of Stiles. Just as he had said, if not with him, then with no one else.

Stiles fingers again traveled from your knee up along your inner thigh until he stopped at your vagina and took one deep breath. This was new to him too, he had never done this before either. He had only ever heard about it when the visitors to the castle talked about it, when they were once again in one of the certain houses in the village.

With one finger he collected your juices as he passed through your lips and stopped at your clitoris. An unknown feeling permeated your body as his finger came into contact with it. You too had heard of women and girls pleasuring themselves before, but you were too shy for that.

Stiles liked your reaction to his actions and so he repeated what he had just done, but made sure to pay more attention to your clit and rubbed it a little longer. With a moan, you arched your back up and pressed your hips more into Stiles' hand. Stiles grinned and watched you loll and stretch in his bed while he rubbed your clit as sensitively as he could with circular motions.

"Stiles," you moaned again and this time managed to say his name. Stiles could feel how he and his penis liked it too, because it twitched at your moan. He bit his lip and switched his fingers. With his thumb, he now rubbed your nub and carefully penetrated your vagina with one finger. A much louder moan escaped your lips and you couldn't control yourself anymore, so Stiles, although he didn't like to do that now, had to pray you to be a little quieter. After all, he didn't want to get caught and enjoy every minute with you.

"Please," you begged, pushing your hips further and further into his hand so that Stiles now had his finger completely engulfed and was slowly starting to pump with it. He loved the feeling of your warm walls around his finger and he wondered how it would feel to add another one. So carefully he played around with your hole with another finger until he inserted this one and was now making scissor-like motions inside you with two fingers. "Don't stop," he heard you whimper softly and saw your hand resting on your breast, playing with your nipple. It turned him on much more and he was sure he wanted to do it much more often.

Stiles felt your walls start to spasm around his fingers and he increased the pace of his fingers inside you and also on your clit. The combination of the two eventually managed to spread through your entire body, starting in the tips of your feet, a twitching and insanely crazy sensation, something you had never experienced before and you were sure that Stiles had just created your first orgasm. The sensation became so enormous that you had to literally slap Stiles' hand off of you and catch your breath.

Stiles could see the sweat on your forehead, your chest was also shining in the light of the fire and was covered with a light layer of sweat. He grinned, proud of himself for having just done that to you. "How are you feeling?"

"Better than ever," you replied, pulling him back over you to kiss him. Stiles laid back between your legs as you did so, wrapping one of them around his waist. You could feel his aroused member seeking its way between your now wet lips. Your hips moved with his and that alone was enough to get a moan out of Stiles. He detached himself from your lips and looked between your bodies for a moment before taking his penis in his hand and gently pushing it into the entrance of your vagina.

You immediately felt that this was a little more uncomfortable than his fingers had been just a moment ago, but since you were still so marked and wet from your high, you again pushed your hips towards him and watched as his penis disappeared and penetrated further and further inside you. You could feel a slight tugging in your genital area and so you squeezed your eyes shut a bit. Stiles noticed this immediately and stopped his movements to make sure you were okay.

"Everything's okay, I just have to get used to it. Keep going," you whispered and nodded to show him that everything was really okay.

So Stiles continued, penetrating you further and further until he was completely engulfed in you. He struggled with it too, because the feeling was way too powerful for him too. You were so tight that he felt like he was already going to burst at any moment and he didn't know how he could move even an inch further without coming immediately.

Carefully he shifted his weight to his right arm and stroked your cheek with his left hand, watching you as your face slowly relaxed and you opened your eyes again. You grinned at him, letting him know everything was okay. "Please Stiles, move. I can't take this anymore."

"As you wish," he murmured, pulling his hips back until his penis was almost completely out of you again before thrusting once deep inside you. Stiles and you both moaned at the same time, the sensation too much for the two of you. If you thought that felt great earlier, you were completely wrong. Stiles' penis was filling you much better than his fingers and he was reaching places inside you that he couldn't reach earlier.

The room filled with the sound of bare skin hitting each other over and over again and the moans from both of you. Stiles silenced you by putting his lips on yours and kissing you. However, the kiss was far too sloppy as you both concentrated on making love.

You now wrapped your other leg around his waist as well and he penetrated you even deeper, the moan from him you successfully engulfed with your lips, though you couldn't help it either and broke away from him to whimper loudly once yourself. "Damn that feels good," he groaned, dropping his head on your chest.

His slow movements were slowly turning into fast and shorter thrusts and he had to lean on both arms again to keep going like this. Stiles felt himself getting closer and closer to his own orgasm. He already knew the feeling, more often he had given it to himself. You too could feel his thrusts getting sloppier, but still, thanks to the new position of your legs around his hips, he was hitting new places in you that made you feel way too good.

"Come with me, Y/N, please come with me, I can't take much more," Stiles begged, resting his forehead on yours. He looked deep into your eyes while one of his hands found its way between you and he was now playing with your clit again. You let out a painful whimper as you realized what this was doing to you. With one last effort, you struggled not to close your eyes and let yourself go here and now and looked him in the eyes as well. Your walls caved in around Stiles’ dick as the knot grew tighter. Your toes curled and you held the sheet beneath you as tight as you could as your release came over you. You let go of the knot, letting your nerves ignite with pleasure, screaming for Stiles as you rolled your eyes.

Stiles couldn't hold it in any longer either and shot his entire load he had into you. Your juices dripping out of you as he continued his pace and his eyes closed. His whole body shook with pleasure. Your senses are overfilling as his cock twitches inside and you could feel exactly that he had just come.

He stopped inside you, his heart beating loudly and forcefully against your chest as he carefully laid himself on top of you. "Damn," he groaned, wiping the sweat from your forehead once with the back of his hand.

You stroked his bare back with your hands while you both steadied your breathing again and slowly your pulse returned to normal. But still, you felt like your heart was about to jump out of your chest, not from excitement, but from love for the boy who had just taken your virginity.

"Stiles?"

"Hmm?"

"My heart belongs only to you, no matter what," you confessed to him, pressing a kiss to the top of his head. Stiles turned his head so he was looking at you and smiled at you. He pressed his lips to yours and kissed you again before saying, "You've had mine for years."

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Coffee breath | Dating Stiles Stilinski

pov: you’re dating Stiles Stilinski

Summary: The three of you are tasked with trying to secure Allison’s necklace for Derek to find out more about the identity of the alpha, when a larger problem arises for Scott; Jackson knows he’s a werewolf, and he wants the bite too. But thankfully you won’t have to wait too much longer to find out who the alpha is, and it’s not who you expected.

Word count - 6388

Warnings - language maybe?, minor violence?

Based on: season one, episode nine

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“Scott, you are so gonna get us killed,” you squealed, gripping onto the leather of the seat of Derek’s car for dear life. Even with your seatbelt firmly strapped to you, you were being tossed all over from his reckless driving. Stiles would occasionally check in with you, usually receiving a strained thumbs up that had him chuckling.

“Faster?” he asked, seeing Stiles glance back to see how close the hunter’s car was to you. His eyes widened right in front of your face, leaving you to believe the answer to that question was definitely a yes, and you were going to have to brace yourself even more. “Much faster.”

He pushed his foot down on the gas with a purpose, your body jolting against the seat at the sudden ungodly speed boost, uncertain how the two boys were staying so composed during all of this. You’d had to go through a lot the last few weeks but a high speed car chase wasn’t one of them, yet they were still acting like professionals. You just hoped that Derek was as lucky as you were in escaping the Argents.

This time it was you that turned around to look out of the back window, feeling as though the headlights were lighting up your surroundings more than they had been, meaning whoever was behind you was definitely too close to you right now. “Hey Scott. Really don’t think you’re grasping the idea of a car chase here.”

“If I go faster I’ll kill us, Y/N.” Truthfully you hated the idea of him going faster than this. This speed was already pushing your limits on what you could handle, but there wasn’t much you could do now that you’d agreed to join them. You couldn’t just ask him to stop the car so you could get out because you were feeling nauseous.

Stiles spoke up for you. “Well if you don’t go faster, they’re going to kill us.”

He pressed the pedal to the floor, the car lurching you forward as the speed ticked up even further. But suddenly the lights disappeared, your head turning over your shoulder to once again look out of the window for the hunter’s car.

“They’re gone.” All three of you looked back in disbelief, not understanding why they just suddenly gave up if they thought Derek was the one driving the car. “Check the radio, Stiles.”

He fumbled with the device before pressing the button to turn it on, a beep sounding as he did so. The car was filled with the sound of Sheriff Stilinski’s voice, clueing you in on exactly why your chaser had suddenly dipped.

“Looks like we’re heading to the iron works.”

Scott was quick to change course, heading in the direction of where Stiles’ dad had said Derek was. Hopefully you’d be able to get to him before the Sheriff’s department or the Argents did.

He wasn’t difficult to find, not when he was surrounded by cop cars and some kind of exploding arrows that kept going off around him.

Scott didn’t even have to beep at him to get his attention, the older male rushing towards the car as quickly as he could, tucking his head down to avoid the dangers being shot at him.

Stiles frantically jumped into the backseat beside you to make room for the werewolf. He clambered in, continuously dodging the bullets that came flying at the car from none other than Chris Argent's own gun.

The brunette in the driver’s seat didn’t even give him a moment to breathe before he was jumping on his case angrily. “What part of laying low don’t you understand?”

He growled angrily, slamming his hands on the dash. “Dammit I had him!”

There was only one ‘him’ he could be referring to, which made the guessing game rather easy. “Who, the alpha?”

“Yes! He was right in front of me and the frickin’ police showed up.”

That comment didn’t go down well with the brunette beside you, the boy sitting forward in his seat so his head was between the two in the front seat, readying up to defend his dad and his job. “Hey, they’re just doing their jobs…” You rolled his eyes, grasping part of his jacket and yanking him back into his seat when you saw the deathly glare Derek was sending his way. That was when the man noticed you in the car for the first time, sending you a wave and a slight smile. He greeted you kindly. “Hi, Y/N.”

“Hey Derek, how ya been?” you asked politely. Stiles’ eyes narrowed, shooting you a look. He didn’t understand how you were so friendly to the man that had threatened to kill him many times. He felt like he needed to jump in and stop whatever it was, but he didn’t want to deal with the mocking he’d endure from you later about how he was a jealous boyfriend.

“Moving on,” he snarled. “How did you find him?”

The older man looked hesitant, glancing between Scott and Stiles with a wave of uncertainty. Scott noticed. “Can you just try to trust us for at least a second?”

Stiles added. “Yeah, all of us.”

“I trust Y/N.” Stiles wanted to wipe the proud smile right off of your face, you know, to remind you that your boyfriend whom you claimed you loved was still very much sitting beside you. “You trust her and not-” Once again the harsh stare from the older man was enough to have your lover backing off mid sentence, you having to stifle your giggle. “Or just her.”

Derek backed off, sagging in his seat as he started to tell the story. “The last time I talked to my sister she was figuring something out. She found two things, the first was some guy named Harris.” You and Stiles looked at eachother, the latter leaning forward in his seat so his head was beside Dereks. “Our chemistry teacher?”

He didn’t receive a response, you tugging him back into his seat once again, trying to get him to stay put. “What’s the second?” you asked.

He reached into the pocket of his jeans, pulling out a small scrap of paper that had a scribbled drawing on it. You cocked your head at it when he showed the three of you, a sense of familiarity in your mind, although you couldn’t quite place where exactly. “Some kind of symbol.”

Apparently Scott recognised it too, a noise sounding from the back of his throat as his body sagged in the driver’s seat, catching Derek’s attention.

“What? You know what this is?” Derek asked. “I’ve seen it on a necklace. Allison’s necklace.”

»»——⍟——««

The next morning you’d headed into school earlier than the two males, so Stiles didn’t get to drive you like he wanted. The first time you saw them that day was as they trailed down the hallway discussing something that you couldn’t hear. Although when you approached you concluded that whatever it was you’d joined in the worst time possible.

You cringed at the words coming out of your mouth. “Scott’s thinking about what in the shower?”

Your lover barely spared you a glance, deep in thought about his best friend’s situation, but he still had the ability to provide you with a quick answer. “Allison,” he simply stated, turning back to his friend to continue yet another of his master plans. “Just, get the necklace, okay?”

As soon as he got his nod from Scott that he understood, Stiles was tugging you down the hall with him, barely giving you any time to say goodbye to your friend.

You had to admit, you really did love the feeling of his hand in yours usually, but people were giving you funny looks as the two of you basically ran down the hall. You tried asking him what was going on multiple times, but he either couldn’t hear you or had chosen not to respond.

Only finally did you get your response once you came to a halt in a more secluded area of the school. “What are you doing?” you asked, hands on his chest to balance yourself at the abrupt stop. His back was against the wall, you pressed into his chest. He just grinned, his own hands finding refuge on your waist with a light squeeze.

“I haven’t kissed you today,” he pouted, forcing an eye roll from you at how simply childish he was. You thought he was about to tell you some insane werewolf thing that happened to Scott. “Then let’s change that.”

Your hand found its way up to the back of his neck, lightly nudging it so he’d close the gap and press his slightly chapped lips onto your much softer ones. He made a little noise of content in the back of his throat, an absolutely adorable one that only made you want to kiss him more. His hands drifted slightly from your waist, travelling in a direction that the two of you had yet to actually discuss. He seemingly remembered that, letting them rest dangerously low on your lower back instead.

When you began to need air you begrudgingly pulled away, the two of you breathing heavily as you tried to wipe the wide grins off of your faces.

“Better now?” you asked. “Much.”

Thankfully the two of you had pulled away from each other right in time to not get caught by Scott who came stumbling around the corner right towards you. You quickly brushed your thumb over your lips, trying to gather yourself to not look like you’d just been making out with one of your best friends. He was panting lightly by the time he caught up to you both, two sets of eyes focused on him as you waited slightly impatiently for him to tell you the issue. “We have a problem. Jackson knows, he knows what I am.”

You swore your eyes nearly bulged out of your head, your jaw slacking as you tried to question how. “How did he find out?” Stiles beat you to it.

He shrugged. “I have no idea.”

“Did he actually say it? The word?” you questioned.

“What word?” His eyebrows furrowed. You had gathered it was obvious. “Werewolf,” you and Stiles both answered.

“No, but he implied it pretty fucking clearly.”

You tried to reassure him to stop him freaking out, just in case that’d trigger him to go all wolf mode, and you really didn’t want that. “Maybe it’s not that bad. Even if he does know, which he can’t prove. Who’s he gonna tell?” Your voice was hopeful. You weren’t really believing your own words if you were being honest but you hoped your friend was.

“How about Allison’s father?”

“Yeah, okay. It’s bad,” Stiles muttered.

You hit his arm lightly, glaring daggers at him. “Stiles!” He rolled his eyes, muttering an apology under his breath. “Look, I-I have a plan but I need time. Did you get the necklace yet?”

He shook his head. “No, but she’s in my next class.”

“Just get the necklace.”

After Stiles walked away you didn’t see him again until lunch when he made his presence known to you in a rather irritating way. You jumped slightly from where you’d been focusing on your textbook as Stiles dropped his lunch tray in the empty spot next to Scott. You looked up with an almost offended glance, silently asking if that was really necessary, but he just brushed it off and delved into conversation with his equally startled friend.

“Did you get the necklace?”

He sighed. “Not exactly.”

“What happened?” You had officially abandoned your studying considering it didn’t look like you were going to get anything done now that the two were having a conversation, so you decided to just join in instead. “She told me not to talk to her.”

Your attention was stolen from Scott by your boyfriend, watching as he took an unnecessarily large bite of his food, your face moulding into one of disgust at how animal-like he was. And that was saying something considering he was sitting next to a literal werewolf. To further your disgust he asked his next question with his mouth still full, finally having to look away as it got too much to bear. “So she’s not giving you-” “She’s not giving me the necklace.”

“Did you find anything else out?” you asked.

“Just that I know nothing about girls-” You and Stiles nodded in mutual agreement. “And that they’re totally psychotic.”

Your jaw gaped and this time it was Scott you were scolding, reaching over the lunch table to hit his arm. Stiles just snickered, biting back his grin as he watched the shock on your face. “You’re an ass, McCall.”

He shot you a weak smile that had you rolling your eyes, busying yourself with your food on your plate while Stiles started talking.

“Okay, I came up with plan B just in case anything like this happened.”

“What’s plan B?” you asked, narrowing your eyes at him. You didn’t have much faith this was actually going to be a good plan. Call it instinct or a gut feeling, but you just didn’t believe him. “Just steal the stupid thing.” You nodded. “There it is.”

You let your eyes roam as the two delved into a mild dispute about how Stiles’ so-called plan was a terrible idea. Scott needed actual good answers and he wasn’t providing them. When your eyes landed on Jackson you were actually quite shocked, narrowly avoiding meeting his eyes as you quickly whipped your head back around to face forward. Was he watching you because of what he thought he knew about Scott? “Uh guys. Jackson’s watching us.”

The two boys glanced over your shoulder, eyes landing on the rich kid who stared at them with a look of amusement written across his face.

“Just um, act normal.” You watched as his ears pricked, his eyes squeezing shut as he tried to ignore whatever it was that was catching his attention. You couldn’t hear anything in the room that it could possibly be. You reached your hand over sweetly to place on top of his on the table, the boy blinking his eyes open to look at you. “What’s wrong?”

He visibly winced, only increasing your concern. “He’s talking to me. He knows I can hear him.”

There were a few moments where he just tried to block it out, but when that didn’t work he turned towards Stiles in hopes the boy could distract him. “Talk to me. Act normal. Pretend nothing’s happening.”

Your boyfriend shuffled nervously in his seat, his mouth opening and closing but no words were coming out as he tried to think of something to say. It was just causing his friend to get more and more worked up. “Say something. Talk to me!” he insisted.

“I-I can’t think. My mind’s completely blank,” he rushed out.

“You? You can’t think of anything to say.” Of course you were insinuating that your boyfriend liked to talk a lot, he always seemed to have something to say about something. But obviously the one time you actually needed’ that talent was the only time it didn’t work. Clearly he wasn’t one to work well under pressure. “Not under this kind of pressure!”

His eyes drifted away from you, his body sagging in his seat as they landed over your shoulder in a nervous glance to where Jackson had been sitting. Although this time the spot was considerably filled with a lot less Jackson. “He’s not even sitting with them anymore.” His hand motioned over to the table where Lydia and Allison were still sitting emerged in conversation, you and Scott letting out synced breaths of relief that that was over.

The elder of the three of you muttered under his breath as his eyes scanned the expanse of the cafeteria. “Where the hell is he?”

The next few minutes were uncomfortably tense, the two of you watching as Scott grew increasingly angry. You had no idea what Jackson was saying to him, but it must’ve been bad with the way he was reacting. “Scott, you can’t let him have this kind of power over you.”

He didn’t listen, and because of that the poor tray in his grasp was easily snapped in two, all eyes turning in the direction of the three of you at the sound that echoed around the room. You felt yourself sinking down in your seat out of pure embarrassment, glancing over at Stiles to see him more or less doing the same thing as Scott just stared at Jackson angrily. Once everyone’s eyes averted back to their own conversations you started to pack your stuff up, letting out a breath before flashing your two friends a smile. “And that’s my cue to leave.”

Before you could step away from the table though, your boyfriend was reaching over the table to grasp your wrist, pulling your attention back on him. “You’re still coming over after school though, right?” Remembering Scott was still there, he awkwardly stuttered out a poor excuse on the end of his words as though it would help your case. “T-To study.”

You just laughed at his boyish nerves, slinging your bag over your shoulder. “Of course I am, but I’ll see you both at your big game.”

»»——⍟——««

When you and Stiles entered his room later that day, he headed straight for his computer, tossing his bag by the end of the bed and leaving you to get yourself comfortable in his room how you so pleased. But much like him you didn’t notice Derek standing in the corner until you’d turned around to face the door after Noah’s yell of his son’s name.

The werewolf motioned for him to head to his door and get rid of the man, but in true Stiles fashion he had to make things suspicious by frantically closing the door behind him. Considering, to his dad’s knowledge, you were the only one in the room with his son, you’d find it hard to believe that he wouldn’t be a little concerned about what you were doing.

He chuckled nervously when he came face to face with him. “Hey, dad.”

You could barely hear the muffled sounds of the conversation but you think you managed to catch a few of the things they were saying. “Listen, I’ve got something to take care of, but I’m gonna be there tonight, for your first game.”

Stiles had actually nearly forgotten all about the fact he was playing in the Lacrosse game tonight. “My first game? Yeah, that’s good, awesome.”

“I’m very happy for you. And I’m very proud of you.” You heard the way he chuckled, probably blushing at the compliment he didn’t know how to take. Thankfully you jumped in, propping your head on his shoulder through the gap in the door, flashing Noah a sweet smile before agreeing with him. “‘M proud of you too.”

There was a beat of silence before Noah spoke up again, looking slightly more worried than he had done before. “They’re really gonna let you play, right?”

Honestly you’d thought the same when he told you. You’d been to so many practises and games where he’d just sat on the bench that the idea of him actually getting involved seemed surreal.

“Yeah. I’m first line.” He was taken off guard when he was pulled into a hug by his dad, accepting it slightly awkwardly. You giggled quietly, but your heart was sincerely warmed by the sight in front of you.

“Well, see you both there.” He smiled kindly, the familiar kind that made you feel all warm and comforted inside. You expected the brunette to say goodbye to his dad like a normal person, but apparently he really wasn’t good under any kind of pressure.

“Yeah.” You rolled your eyes at his blunt answer. “See you later, Noah.”

Once he was out of sight Stiles let out a breath of relief, ignoring the way you complained about his awkwardness to his own father, the one person who would probably suspect more than anyone else that something was going on if he acted as weird as he just did. You stepped back in his room and headed right for his bed to sit down, preparing for him to question Derek on both what he was doing in his bedroom, and how the hell he got in in the first place. Wasn’t it usually his thing to break into Scott’s room?

He didn’t get that chance though when the wolf was quickly pressing him against his door forcefully, taking his breath away at the unexpected attack. You couldn’t hear their muttered conversation but you definitely didn’t like how long the interaction was going on for, deciding to step in with a hand on Derek’s arm, pulling him away from your boyfriend with a dry chuckle. Thankfully he let you, stepping back and allowing Stiles to rush back over to his desk like he had been doing when you first got here.

“Scott didn’t get the necklace?”

He shook his head. “He’s still working on it. But there is something else we can try.” Both you and Derek looked over to him, your interests piqued at whatever this something was. “The other night at the school, Scott sent a text to Y/N and Allison asking them to meet us there.”

“So?”

“It wasn’t Scott,” you responded, getting the gist of where he was going with this. The elders eyebrows raised, looking between you both. “Can you find out who sent it?”

“No, not me. But I think I know someone who can.”

You were surprised both by how quickly Danny could make it to Stiles’ house on such short notice, and how quickly he actually accepted the strange invitation. When had he ever been asked to come over to his house? And now he was just doing it in a heartbeat, no questions asked? What had he said to him to get him to come over?

But now here he was, a small fifteen minutes after Stiles sent the text, standing in the boy’s bedroom. He’d just been briefed on what you needed him to do, but as anyone would be with such minimal context he was rather suspicious and uncertain. “You want me to do what?”

“Trace a text.”

He shook his head. “I came here to do lab work. That’s what lab partners do.” Ah, that’s what he told him.

“And we will, once you trace the text.”

“What makes you think I know how?” he questioned. He looked like he was ready to leave any second and give up on the bullshit Stiles was spewing him.

“I looked up your arrest report..” Your eyes widened, jaw dropping at how genuinely insufferable your boyfriend could be. It felt like you’d scolded him a thousand times already, just today. For some reason that’s all you found yourself to be doing lately. “Stiles!”

Unfortunately for you all, Danny shut him down, pulling up a chair for him to sit on with his mind set on the fact that the two of them were going to study. You saw his head turn back, glancing right past you to the large man in the corner. “Who’s he again?”

“Uh, my cousin… Miguel.” You mentally facepalmed, but at the same time it was rather amusing to see that that of all things was what he managed to come up with. You were sure Derek was going to be thrilled. You saw Derek’s eyes flicker up to the two boys sitting on the other side of the room, a look of irritation written all over his face as he realised he was being dragged into Stiles’ stupidity.

“Is that blood on his shirt?”

He was visibly panicking as he tried to make up some shitty excuse, so you jumped in to save him with the first thing that came to mind. “Yeah. He had a really bad nosebleed before you got here, just didn’t have time to change,” you answered for him. Stiles sent you a look filled with utter adoration, the man even going as far as to blow you a kiss as an overdramatic thank you when Danny wasn’t looking.

“Hey Miguel. My shirts are just in there.” He motioned to his dresser with his eyes. He got up from his seat with an irritated expression, prompting a laugh from you that only earned you a glare. But, much like Danny you were completely distracted from what Stiles was saying as soon as Derek peeled his bloodied shirt off. You had to admit just like the other night in the clinic, as much as it would wound Stiles’ ego, the werewolf was really nice to look at. Your eyes trailed over the expanse of his muscular chest with little shame, his eyes too focused on your boyfriend to even notice the way you were eyeing him up.

“Stiles?” He halted his sentence, turning to look over his shoulder. “This,” Derek muttered, tugging the material of the shirt in his hands, very much still bare on his upper half. “No fit.”

The younger rolled his eyes, gritting his teeth angrily. “Then try something else.”

It was only when he turned back to the boy beside him did he notice where his gaze lied, and out of the corner of his eye he saw yours did too, scoffing loudly. “Y/N, really, again?”

You raised your hands in defence, ignoring the smirk it placed on Derek’s lips to know: a, you were checking him out and b, it pissed Stiles off. This all felt so familiar. He slipped on another one of your boyfriend shirts, grumbling about the tight fit, although there was no way he was going to find something that fit Stiles that also fit him. The brunette in question just ignored the mumblings of the older man, turning back to Danny with a smile.

“Anyways, about that text.”

It took a little more wearing down but eventually Danny gave in, with the promise that Stiles wasn’t going to snitch and tell his dad. He’d used your phone to trace the text, the three of you crowding around the tall boy as he sat at the computer. It didn’t take nearly as long as you would’ve thought, about he really was skilled at this kind of thing.

“There. The text came from this computer.” He motioned to the information on the screen, lots of numbers and codes that made absolutely zero sense to you. But you could see the name at the bottom clear as day. “No, that can’t be right.”

The account was registered to Melissa McCall.

»»——⍟——««

Due to the new information that was uncovered, you, Stiles and Derek needed to head to the hospital where Scott’s mom worked, hopefully find out whatever you could about the messages that’d been sent. But it did mean it was very likely Stiles was going to miss his first game, and you were kind of upset for him, plus you could only imagine how Noah was going to feel when his son didn’t turn up.

Before you were able to get out of the jeep though, your boyfriend’s phone had rang with a call from Scott. He put it on speaker so you could all hear, but Scott didn’t even greet him before getting right into his questions. “Did you get the picture I sent?”

“Yeah. Looks just like the drawing.”

He’d barely finished talking when Derek grabbed his wrist, pulling his hand closer to him so he could speak into the phone. You chuckled quietly at your boyfriend’s dramatics as he whined about the awkward position his wrist had been put in, complaining it hurt and that Derek needed to let go immediately. Though his threats didn’t work.

“Is there something on the back of it?” he asked. “Like an inscription or anything. There’s gotta be something.”

“No, there’s nothing in it, on it, around it. Nothing.” Derek sighed, letting his grip on Stiles loosen so he could sit back in his seat, bringing his arm back to a regular, comfortable angle with a relieved sigh. “Where are you? You’re supposed to be here.”

He frowned, turning the speaker off so he could talk to Scott about the game more privately, though really it didn’t matter, Derek had super hearing abilities so he could probably hear the conversation anyway. It was just you that couldn’t hear what Scott was saying. “If you see my dad, can you tell him.. Tell him I’ll be there, just a little bit late, okay?”

Scott must’ve agreed because within the next few seconds he was hanging up. He let out a breath of air, leaning back in the driver’s seat. Your lips curled down, blindly reaching for his hand to give it a reassuring squeeze. He didn’t want to let his dad down, but he needed to know why it said Scott’s mom sent that message.

Before he could step out of the car Derek stopped him. “One more thing.” You watched him bring his hand up to the back of Stiles head, forcefully pushing his head into the steering wheel, a curse slipping past the boy’s lip as pain radiated through his nose. You gasped quietly, bringing your hand to Stiles' shoulder to try and check that he wasn’t bleeding and it wasn’t broken. “Derek, what the hell!”

He didn’t say anything except a demand for Stiles to get out of the car, not even letting him recover from his sudden injury. “Now, go!”

He stepped out first, helping you out of the backseat next so you could go with him like planned. You thanked him quietly as you took his head, flashing him a smile and quickly checking in on how his nose was doing. He removed his hand from where he’d been rubbing it, pouting slightly at you as you lightly brushed it with your thumb.

“It’s not broken, you’ll be fine.”

“Still hurts,” he muttered, angry that Derek had even done it in the first place. You ignored him, leading the way into the hospital so you didn’t have to listen to his whining any longer. He called your name and you could hear his footsteps approaching quickly behind you. “Gosh you walk fast.”

Upon entering the doors you found there was pretty much no one inside the hospital, which was both worrying and concerning. You certainly weren’t going to find Melissa if no one was here.

Stiles pulled out his phone, dialling Derek’s number to tell him the news. “We can’t find her.” The two of you were quickly realising there was definitely no one there, and it started to worry you. “Ask for Jennifer. She’s been looking after my uncle.”

Stiles sighed, entering the room that supposedly belonged to Derek’s mysterious uncle. You were right beside him, his hand clutched in yours. You were getting a strange feeling about all of this, and the empty room in front of you didn’t make you feel any better. “Well, he’s not here either,” he said.

There was silence on the other end of the line, confusion filling the werewolf until a realisation hit. He panicked slightly, already preparing to get out of the parked jeep to head inside and come to your rescue, but he had to warn you first. “Stiles, get out of there! It’s him, he’s the Alpha.”

You couldn’t hear what was happening on the phone but you could see the size Stiles’ eyes widened to, your heart beginning to beat significantly faster as you waited for him to tell you what was going on. “Derek’s uncle is the Alpha,” he muttered.

You weren’t given time to react before said man was announcing his presence, a sickening smirk on his lips that had your stomach churning.

“You must be Stiles. And you Y/N.” Much like the day where you were trapped in the school running from the alpha, Stiles thrusted his arm out in front of you in a sad attempt at protecting you. The two of you took steps back to create some distance between you and the intimidating man who’s made himself known.

It didn’t last for long, not when a voice spoke up from behind you, the woman you were assuming was the Jennifer Derek spoke of.

“What are you doing here? Visiting hours are over.” You didn’t like the threatening look on her face, gripping onto your boyfriend tighter than you had before, if that was possible. He didn’t know how best to keep you safe at that moment, either way you were exposed to one of them, so he had to settle for just keeping you as close behind him as possible. As cliche as it was, the boyfriend protecting the girlfriend, he’d much rather see himself get hurt than you. No he couldn’t handle knowing you got hurt because of him, especially when he was the only reason you were there in the first place.

Stiles nervously stuttered as he looked between the two, all the pieces of everything that had happened finally connecting in his brain, coming to one terrifying conclusion. “Oh my god, we’re gonna die.”

His words probably would’ve made you panic more if it wasn’t for Derek appearing out of nowhere, his elbow connecting with the nurse’s face aggressively. You internally winced. Obviously she deserved it but it didn’t make you feel any better about the thought of how much that would’ve hurt. “That wasn’t very nice, she’s my nurse.”

“She’s a psychotic bitch helping you kill people. Get out of the way.” He nodded to you and Stiles to give you a cue to get behind him while he dealt with his uncle. Although your escape didn’t quite go to plan, the two of you ducking out of the way. Only you managed to get stuck in that same place, your boyfriend being the only one to have shuffled his way past Derek.

He looked back at you with wide eyes upon hearing you yelp as Derek lunged to attack Peter. He cursed, keeping his eyes fixated on the pair as they fought, occasionally shielding his head when he thought some debris from the hospital walls might fly at him.

“Y/N/N, I need you to run for it,” he said. You looked between the two werewolves and your boyfriend, trying to build up the courage you needed to cross the short distance. It wasn’t until he saw Derek go down though that he knew you needed to move. His heart was pounding, him choosing instead to make the first move and capture your hand. “Come on.”

He led you behind the desk of the nurse’s station, hiding with you secured in his arms. It was clear you were trembling as you gripped onto any material of his clothes that you could manage to get in your fist, his hand was firmly placed on the back of your head, keeping your face hidden in his neck so you didn’t have to see the supernatural family feud going on.

He wasn’t feeling much calmer than you, but your fear was the only thing actually keeping him from crippling under this pressure and curling into a ball where he couldn’t help anyone. He was only being brave because he knew he needed to help you while you couldn’t.

“S’okay, we’ll be fine.” Seeing the way Derek was taking these hits, he didn’t believe his own words, but it was his job to reassure you. His lips pressed against the top of your head, his hand shifting to stroke your hair as he squeezed his eyes shut to drown out his rapidly approaching panic.

“Stiles?” you whispered, raising your head so you were able to look at him. He blinked his sweet hazel eyes open, connecting with yours that were visibly drowning in fear. “What do we do? How do we get out of here?”

He sighed, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks in his large hands. The tears welling in your eyes scared him to death, he was already scared, the loud crashes and grunts coming from the two men were worrying enough to listen to without the added fact that the love of his life was stuck in this situation too. He leaned forward slightly, pressing his forehead to yours as he tried to think of something he could tell you. For a moment you could’ve sworn everything around you paused, there was no one but him and you in the world. The way his eyes looked into yours like they were the only thing that mattered to him had your heart pounding. Your current situation wasn’t ideal but you knew as long as the dorky brunette was with you every step of the way that you’d be okay. Just like the night outside of the animal clinic, you were once again proven that Stiles was your lifeline, and you could get through whatever this whole supernatural thing threw at you if he was there to force the fear and nightmares away.

A loud crash stopped him though, seeing Derek land in front of you both on the floor, having gone straight through the glass of the nurse’s station. He weakly motioned for you to hide, and you were glad you took his advice as you watched Peter’s footsteps follow after his crawling body just seconds later. However they’d ended up in another room, where neither of them could see you, so Stiles took this as your chance to get the hell out of there. “Looks like we run for it. Go!”

He let you go first this time, needed to keep you in his line of sight so he knew you weren’t getting lost. It felt like he could finally breathe again when you crawled into the passenger seat of his jeep, panting slightly from everything you just witnessed. “Remind me to never go to Christmas at Dereks.”

You ignored his comment. “We have to tell Scott, like, right now.”

He nodded, starting the engine of the car. “Yeah, yeah that’s probably a good idea.”

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Cabin Fever

𝗙𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺: 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳

𝗣𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴: 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗸𝗶 𝘅 𝗙𝗲𝗺!𝗥𝗲𝗮𝗱𝗲𝗿

𝗪𝗼𝗿𝗱𝘀: 𝟯.𝟭𝗸+

𝗪𝗮𝗿𝗻𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀: 𝗡𝗦𝗙𝗪 𝗵𝗼𝘁 𝘁𝘂𝗯 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝘀𝗲𝗺𝗶 𝗽𝘂𝗯𝗹𝗶𝗰 𝘀𝗲𝘅, 𝗳𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗲𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗽𝗻𝘃, 𝘂𝗻𝗽𝗿𝗼𝘁𝗲𝗰𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝗲𝘅 (𝗪𝗥𝗔𝗣 𝗨𝗥 𝗪𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗬 𝗕𝟰 𝗬𝗢𝗨 𝗚𝗘𝗧 𝗦𝗜𝗟𝗟𝗬!)

𝗢𝗻 𝗥𝗲𝗽𝗲𝗮𝘁: 𝗩𝗼𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝘆 𝗧𝗵𝗲 𝗡𝗲𝗶𝗴𝗵𝗯𝗼𝗿𝗵𝗼𝗼𝗱

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𝗔/𝗡: 𝗚𝘂𝘆𝘀 𝗜’𝗺 𝗿𝗲𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗧𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳 𝗮𝗴𝗮𝗶𝗻 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗜’𝗺 𝗼𝗻 𝗮 𝗦𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗲𝘀 𝘀𝗽𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗜’𝘃𝗲 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝗮 𝗹𝗼𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗳𝗶𝗰 𝗶𝗱𝗲𝗮𝘀 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮𝗿𝗼𝘂𝗻𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝗶𝘀 𝘄𝗮𝘀 𝗼𝗻𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗺. 𝗜𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀, 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗯𝗹𝗼𝗴! 𝗖𝗵𝗲𝗰𝗸 𝗼𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗲𝗿 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸 (𝗬𝗲𝗮𝗵 𝘁𝗼𝘁𝗲𝘀 𝗰𝗹𝗶𝗰𝗸 𝘁𝗵𝗼𝘀𝗲 𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗸𝘀!) 𝗠𝘆 𝗟𝗶𝗻𝗸𝗧𝗿𝗲𝗲. 𝗡𝗮𝘃𝗶𝗴𝗮𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻. 𝗟𝘂𝘃 𝘆𝗮!!

𝙣𝙤𝙩 𝙢𝙮 𝙜𝙞𝙛! 𝙘𝙧𝙚𝙙𝙨 𝙩𝙤 𝙤𝙬𝙣𝙚𝙧!

Going to Lydia’s cabin over spring break was by far your favorite thing about break. It was a tradition you all started sophomore year. As soon as you guys could drive, it was cabin every spring; and it was always a blast. Lydia’s cabin was gorgeous, and huge! It wouldn’t be dramatic to say there were like 10 bedrooms in that thing. It was massive, complete with a pool, hot-tub, and of course the lake that the backyard deck overlooked.

It was about 6 pm by the time you and your friends arrived. You and Stiles rode in your car, which was quite the hassle. Stiles doesn’t like to leave Roscoe unattended for so long. However, he couldn’t fight the fact that your car was newer (a lot newer) and therefore more reliable to go the 3 hour drive down to the cabin. So, Stiles drove your car. You two pulled up to the cabin and parked behind Scott and Allison in the roundabout driveway; Lydia and Kira in front of them, and Malia and Isaac behind you.

“Finally!” You groan, unbuckling and opening the door to climb out. Stiles does the same and you both stretch after being cooped up for 3 hours. The others park and get out of their cars, grabbing their bags and making their way toward the front door to the cabin.

“Y’all ready to do this?!” Scott tells from the porch, bags in his hands. Your friends woop in unison. “Every year, baby!” Stiles shouts back, grabbing his totes bags. You grab yours and follow your friends inside.

Once inside, everyone disperses, chit chatting while deciding which rooms they’re picking, how long the drive was, how excited they are, etc. You leave Stiles to chat with Scott as you catch up to Lydia and Kira to chat with them as they walk to their room for the week. Allison trots up to you girls, leaving Scott with the boys and Malia.

“So I see you three survived the drive.” You say to them as you three enter Lydia and Kira’s bedroom and they drop their bags to the floor. “Barely, Kira slept the whole time, I was practically asleep at the wheel!” Lydia counters, Kira giggling. “Hey I was catching up on some zzzs for the party we’re having tonight.” Kira replies. “Exactly! I’ve been dreaming about this trip for weeks, I’m dying to party! Allison says excitedly. “I wouldn’t call it a party, Allison.” Lydia says, “I would! You don’t need the whole school to throw a party. All you need is some alcohol, some music—“ “And me.” Lydia interrupts, flipping her hair and giggling.

“So, what’s the deal with you and Stiles this year, things are different.” Allison asks, nudging my shoulder with here. Though this is our third year as a friend group coming down to the cabin, this is the first that me and Stiles are attending as an item. “I don’t think it’ll feel any different than how we are at home. I mean, it’s not like we don’t have sleepovers or party together in Beacon Hills. Why would this be any different?” You say. “Becauseeee it’s a romantic getaway, with a side of friends and fun of course!” Kira interjects.

You scoff at her, playfully rolling your eyes in response. “Oh come onnnnn Y/N, this is the perfect time to make a real sexy move on him.” Lydia chirps in. “Oh please, being sexy is definitely not my thing. That charm doesn’t come that easily for me as it does you, Lyd.” You answer, and Allison giggles, but nonetheless agreeing with you. “I don’t believe that for a second. I know for a fact that Stiles has said how sexy you are just about a million times.” Lydia interjects, and you laugh. “Well yeah, of course he thinks I am, but that doesn’t mean that I think I am.” How did we even get to this topic? “Why don’t we drop this subject, we gotta get ready and pregame.” You say, changing the subject. “Yeah, and God knows you and Lyds need 3-4 business days to get ready.” Allison says, and the four of you laugh.

You leave the girls to unpack and make your way down the hallways to the room that you and Stiles usually stay in. Though this is your first cabin trip as a couple, you two have shared this room since the beginning. You pad into the room to see Stiles already unpacking his clothes and stuffing them into drawers.

“Hey babe, you can have the closet.” He says, glancing over to you briefly while putting his things away. “Thank God, I did not wanna have to play you in rock, paper, scissors.” You say, plopping your bags down on the bed to begin emptying them. “Why, because you always lose?” Stiles asks. “No, because you always cheat.” You reply, and he laughs. “You can’t cheat in rock paper scissors Y/N.” He says. “That’s what a cheater would say.”

“So what’s your plan tonight. What’s this I hear about a girls only pregame?” Stiles asks, baffled at such a thing. “We want to do our makeup and gossip before the bonfire tonight, so we’re just gonna pregame just cuz.” You reply, getting out your makeup bag.

“Why do you guys want to do makeup? We’re not even going anywhere?” Stiles asks, no grasp on the concept. “Stiles, we don’t have to be doing anything special to do our makeup. It’s just something to do for fun, make us feel pretty.” You roll your eyes playfully.

“Well I think you’re pretty all the time.” He says, still finishing up unpacking, but you stop in your tracks.

“Awe, Stilesssss.” You drawl, and he turns to you. “You know what? Nope, no I take it back!” He tries to escape your advances but he’s too late, you’re already wrapping your arms around his neck and peppering his face with kisses. “You’re so adorable.” You say, placing one final kiss on his lips. “I know, it’s part of my charm.” He smirks, and you roll your eyes, turning to finish unpacking.

After settling into your room, you begin to search for your outfit tonight. You all plan on having your fun out on the deck in the backyard that overlooks the lake. And of course, taking advantage of that pool and hot-tub. You pull out one of your bikinis, your chosen outfit, and your makeup bag before walking over to Stiles, who now sat on the bed on his phone. He looks up at you as you approach, and you give him a peck. “I’m getting ready in Lydia and Kira’s room, I’ll see you out there, stud.” You say, and Stiles laughs with an “Okay, have fun,” before you exit.

Cut to you, Allison, Lydia, Malia, and Kira all getting ready for the night. You sit on the floor doing your makeup, Lydia curling her hair in the connected bathroom, Allison and Malia debating outfits, and Kira getting shots ready for the pregame. It’s nice to spend some girls time together without it being supernatural for once.

“So, you and Stiles, huh? Any spicy plans?” Kira asks from beside you. “Why must you guys always insist that me and Stiles fuck every time we’re here?” You ask, recalling many instances through out the years that the girls have tried to hook you up with Stiles. “Because now that you two are finally exclusive, we actually have a reason to expect some devising.” Lydia yells out from the connected bathroom.

“Oh come on, Y/N, haven’t you at least thought about tonight?” Allison asks, settling on some black jean shorts and a gray tank top. “I mean yeah, sure, but I really don’t see the point in day dreaming. You guys act like me and Stiles have never fucked.” You argue.

You finish your makeup and grab your dark green bikini. “Did you at least bring a super sexy bikini to send him overboard.” Lydia asks, strutting out of the bathroom in her scrunchy red two piece. Malia whistles at her and the rest of you laugh. “Lydia, I brought the same bathing suit I wear every year.” You reply, holding up the dark green fabric. Lydia gasps, snatching it out of your grasp. “Y/N you are NOT wearing this. That is practically social suicide. Are you trying to put his dick to sleep?! Not to worry, I have just the thing for you.”

You sit down on the bed by Allison, “Lyds, seriously, that green one is fine.” Malia laughs, “No offense, Y/N, but if I had a dick, it would definitely be soft if you wore that thing.” You just groan in defeat. Lydia grabs a new bikini for you from the bathroom and holds it up for all the girls to see. Everyone whistles and woops but you can’t help but be silent in shock. “Lydia how am I supposed to even fit in that! There’s barely anything covering the top.” You laugh. taking it into your hands. “That’s the whole point, babes. Now let’s hurry up and get this party started!” She says, and as if on cue, you all eek with excitement.

Next thing you know, you’ve got the perfect buzz. You and Allison are the last ones to make it to the back deck. You’re wearing your beat up shoes, some blue jean shorts, and the bikini top, bottoms underneath the shorts. You and Allison step outside to see the boys and Kira already in the pool playing with a volleyball. You two join the girls by the side of the pool and you dig through the cooler for a drink. “Who’s winning?” You ask as you watch Scott and Isaac team up against Kira and Stiles. Malia laughs, “Not sure, can’t keep track over Scott and Stiles’ shit talk.”

You, Allison, Lydia, and Malia talk and drink by the poolside while you guys watch Stiles and Kira get destroyed by Scott and Isaac. The music plays loudly as you turn your head away from the intense volleyball game, “I don’t know about you guys but I’m getting in.” You say, finally past the point from buzzed to tipsy. You stand up, and the girls follow your actions. You take your shoes off and pull your shorts down. And as if almost immediately, Stiles’ eyes are on you. His mouth is practically hanging open at the sight.

You and the girls jump into the pool, screaming from the slightly cool water. You swim up for air and you’re met with Stiles. It seems as if the volleyball game has come to a halt. “About time you joined me.” He says, hands on your waist. You slide your hands up his chest to wrap your arms around his neck. You giggle, “What, you miss me?” He smiles, leaning his head down a little, “Always.” He replies, dipping his head down to envelope your lips with his own.

You two have seemingly forgotten all about the volleyball game until you hear Lydia quip, “Get a room or get your heads in the game!” She shouts, causing you to finally separate from Stiles.

After some volleyball, marco polo, and some racing, you all decide to gather around the fire pit on the deck for a drunk game of Never Have I Ever.

You sit on the deck floor with Malia and Kira, not enough chairs to go around, not you you three minded. “Okay okay, my turn, my turn.” Allison slurs excitedly, “Never have I ever had sex at school.” She says, and everyone looks around as Lydia drops a finger, as well as Stiles and yourself.

“No way!” Kira exclaims to you, Scott and Stiles sharing a high five. “I expected Lydia, but you Y/N?! Who are you and what’ve you done with my best friend?!” Kira yells, Allison crying from laughter. “I knew it!” Alli yells.

“Okay okay, enough!” You laugh, “I’ll go, I’ll go! Never Have I Ever gotten caught by my parents.” You say, watching as Allison and Scott drop a finger, as well as Stiles’. “Hey you’ve been caught, drop it.” Stiles points, and you hold up your hands, “Hey we got caught by your dad, not my parents. Doesn’t count.” You argue, and Stiles laughs.

After a long night of games and talking by the fire, everyone slowly retreats to their rooms for the night. All except you and Stiles, who now sit by the fire alone.

“You ready to head in?” Stiles asks, standing up from his seat, finishing the beer in his hand. You stand up as well, and Stiles is under the impression that you’re about to walk inside til you start to undo your shorts buttons. “No way, I wanna test out the hot tub.” You say, sliding your shorts down your silky legs agonizingly slow, practically teasing Stiles.

At first Stiles isn’t convinced to join, “Babe, it’s getting late. We have a whole week to test out the hot tub.” He says, watching in defeat as you walk over and sip a foot into the steaming tub. You step in and make yourself comfortable, eyeing him from afar.

“Oh come on, Stilinski. You really gonna tell me no?” You poke at him, and he shakes his head before walking over and jointing you in the hot tub.

As soon as he sits down beside you though, you’re already standing up in the tub to move and sit in his lap. Stiles is a little take back by your forward actions, but is in no place to complain. You straddle his lap, arms sliding up to grasp his shoulders.

“You’ve fallen into my trap.” You slur, clearly more drunk thank Stiles. Stiles looks at you with hooded eyes, hands moving to splay along your thighs, lightly squeezing whenever he felt necessary. “Well what’re you gonna do now that you’ve lured me in here.” He asks you, his voice low and husky.

You don’t answer, instead dipping your head to connect your lips with his. His large hands wander all over your body, two handfuls of you will never be enough.

You grind into his lap, earning moans of his that slip into your mouth. His mouth peels away from yours to attack your throat, “Stiles,” You let out breathlessly, “no hickeys.” You say, and Stiles hums in response.

Stiles trails his lips from your neck down to you chest, methodically placing wet kisses between the valley of your breasts. Your hands move to tug at his wet, brown locks. Stiles’ hand wisps to your back and up to your neck, pulling the string that holds the two triangles of fabric up.

Stiles pulls the string, watching as your bikini top flips down to reveal yourself to him. Stiles moves your long hair from your shoulders, flipping it behind your back so he can view you in all your glory.

He envelopes a nipple into his mouth without warning, swirling his tongue as he does so. He’s got a free hand groping your other, your nimble fingers yanking at the hair at the base of his head.

You’re grinding down into him hard, and you can feel his boner pressing deliciously between your two swim bottoms.

“Stiles, I need—“ Stiles cuts you off with a searing kiss to the lips, “I know what you need, baby.” He answers, his hand moving down between you two.

Your breaths are harsh and shallow with anticipation as his long fingers move your bottoms to the side, swiping his middle finger through your wet folds agonizingly slow. You moan out, arching into his touch.

Stiles dips his finger into your heat, giving you a few pumps before adding another. You drop your head to his shoulder, your moans right in his ear. But soon enough, his fingers aren’t enough. You need more.

“Stiles, please.” You plead, your hands reaching for the waistband of his swim trunks. “What is it baby, what do you want?” He asks you, taunting you. You grind down on his fingers, “Please, fuck me, Sti.” You beg, and he smirks, hearing exactly what he wanted.

Stiles then pulls his fingers from your heat, and you’re about to dip your hand into his trunks when he stops you. He moves you from his lap to stand in the waist-deep water. You’re not entirely sure what he’s doing until he pushes you towards the edge of the hot tub. He places his hands on your back, pushing you down til your hands grip the edge of the hot tub.

Stiles’ hands leave your body, pulling his trunks down to release his aching erection. Then he’s lining himself up with your entrance, teasing you at first with only the tip. You’re about to whine out for more when his hands find your shoulders, aggressively pushing your front down onto the edge of the hot tub.

Stiles starts to ram into you relentlessly, gripping your shoulders tight as you throw your head back in pleasure.

“Fuck, yeah you like that? This what you wanted, baby?” He dirty talks you from behind, your mouth agape as you let out the most delicious sounds.

“Oh Stiles, yes, yes, you fuck me so good.” You tell him, his cock kissing that special spot inside you with every thrust. Stiles snakes a hand down to where you two meet, his fingers moving to abuse your swollen clit.

It’s not much longer before you’re a complete moaning mess beneath him, your release quickly approaching. “Stiles, I’m close.” You warn him, and he speeds up his pace a bit, chasing his high. His fingers work in circles on your clit until you’re shaking under his hold, orgasm swallowing you whole.

You’re squirming beneath him as he abuses your cunt, riding out your high and his approaches. “Oh fuck, Stiles! Cum in me, please Sti.” You moan, your hands gripping the edge of the hot tub.

Stiles doesn’t need to be told twice. He plows you from behind, hips slapping against you til he’s hunching over you, moaning into your ear as he spills himself into you. “Awe, fuck.”

After a moment, he slows his thrusts before slowly slipping out of your heat. You turn to finally face Stiles, completely fucked out. He yanks his trunks back up and you re-tie your bikini top.

Stiles grabs you by the waist to pull you into his arms, “We should definitely do that again. Soon. Very soon.” He says, placing a kiss to your swollen lips. You agree with him, “Let’s go inside before someone realizes we’ve been out here alone this whole time.” You suggest, and Stiles releases you from his hold and you two step out of the hot tub together.

You saunter in front of him, your ass providing the perfect view for your boyfriend. “Round two upstairs?” Ask as you approach the door inside, Stiles behind you. “All day.” He replies. He watches as you skip your way inside, taking his time strolling behind you.

“I’m so winning this bet with Scott.”

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