She’s sitting next to me. Legs crossed, one over the other with one of her hands placed delicately on her thigh. The other is resting on the edge of the open window. There’s music playing but I don’t really know what it is. I’m trying to focus on driving, but her skirt has been hiked up from sitting exposing her upper thigh. It wildly distracting. My eyes flicker too often to the inviting skin of her legs. My mind wanders to what’s beyond it. There’s a red light and I ease to a stop. Causally I drum my thumbs on the side of the door as my hand hangs out of the window. There’s a comfortable silence, and I turn my head again to glance at her skin. She catches me and follows my eyes to her thigh and smiles.
“Stiles?” Her voice is low and seductive.
I swallow hard and swipe my tongue across my bottom lip, a nervous habit.
“Do you see something you like?” She asks her hand gripping the hem of her skirt and pulling it up slowly.
“I’d like to see more.” I say, and it’s quite uncharacteristic of me.
She leans in closer to me, her hand now resting on my thigh. My dick twitches at the touch and I can feel it growing. I’m looking at her hand that’s inching closer to the button of my jeans. He fingers play with the button teasing me while she kisses and nibbles along my neck.
“Green light.” She breathes, her breath hitting me warm and intoxicating.
He words don’t register at first as she continues to leave marks on my skin.
“Sties.” She says making me remember what she said before.
We jolt forward as I slam on the gas out. I hear her giggle next to me, while I focus on trying to regain control of Roscoe. I’m burning hot all over both from embarrassment and from arousal. Her hand has returned to my thigh, and it takes me a second to realize it’s still there. Which only happens when I fill her fingers over my zipper as she slowly pulls it down. I let out growl as excitement rages through me, but try hard to focus on the road. Her small fingers dip down in my khakis and find the small opening of my boxers. The pads of her fingers brush over my cock and the feeling sends electricity coursing through my veins. Driving is becoming less of a concern and more of a burden.
‘Get it together Stiles.’ I curse internally. I squeeze my eyes shut for brief second then open them again, as I try to regain my composer. But she’s pulled my dick through the hole in my boxers, and out past my zipper. I’m fully out now, and her hand I wrapped around me pumping achingly slow up and down. My head falls back to the seat as she scoots closer towards me flattening her tongue and taking me in her mouth. I groan loudly at how warm and wet her mouth is. My fingers tighten around the steering wheel and they’re turning white. I free one of my hands from it and tangle it in her hair and pushed her down further so I hit the back of her throat. She gags and I groan again, my eyes fluttering shut as she bobs up and down in an increasing rhythm. A loud horn sound, and my eyes fly open. I’ve almost forgot to watch the road and I’ve drifted into the other lane. I swerve back into my lane quickly and it makes her gag again. I can feel a familiar burning in the pit of my stomach. Her pace quickens and I don’t anticipate the change. She’s swirling her tongue over my tip tasting the arousal building there. She hollows her cheeks making her mouth nice and tight. All of it’s too much. I clench my eyes shut as I feel the burn turn into flames and I unload into her mouth letting out an animalistic moan. I meant to warn her but I hadn’t realised it was coming till too late. She bobs a little longer letting me ride out my orgasm. And then.
Again, we’re jolted forward, but this time from contact and my eyes fly open. What I see in front of me makes my heart fly into my stomach, ruining my recent high. Roscoe has crashed right into a Sheriff police cruiser. I quickly make myself presentable as my dad steps out of the car his famous ‘I’m upset’ face on.
“Stiles!” He growls as he rounds the driver’s side door. She’s already sitting up, brushing her hair down and wiping the corners of her mouth. She doesn’t looked harmed.
“What the hell son!” He yells.
I rack my brain searching for excuses.
“Roscoe freaked out while we were driving.” She says from next to me. I smile at her, my dad might not believe me but he’d believe her.
“Oh!” My dad said now a little embarrassed.
“Damn truck!” He cursed.
“Poor Roscoe.” She said next me.
“Yeah, poor Roscoe.” I repeated and had to cover my mouth to hide the smile growing in my face.
A/N: I’m still working on requests but I needed a break so I cooked this up. I should have HVD Baby up later today. Enjoy xx.
I sat next to my boyfriend on his bed, motionless, taking in his words as they slowly processed in my brain.
“Y/N?” He said shaking me lightly. “Y/N?”
I stared blankly off into the distance and a moment later all his words registered.
“You cheated on me.” I said slowly still staring off. He didn’t move just kept his eyes glued to my face.
“You cheated on me…” I repeated. “With Hayden?” Liam hung his head solemnly.
“I’m sorry.” He murmured. “I don’t know how it happened. First-”
“You don’t know how it happened?” I spat cutting him off. I stood quickly from the bed glaring down at him.
“Y/N?” He begged standing and grabbing my hands in his.
I pulled my hands away rubbing my face in frustration. “I told you it was a bad idea to be lab partners with you’re ex-girlfriend!”
“I didn’t think it-”
“You’re right! You didn’t think.” I snapped cutting him off once again. Liam said nothing so I turned heading for the door, and was on my way out when his hand grabbed my wrist.
“Y/N! Please! I’m sorry!” He pleaded with me. I looked down at his hand that was attached to my wrist then slowly back up to his face, meeting his gaze. His eyes searched my face, begging for forgiveness. I wanted to, so bad, but this was too much. I ripped my arm away from him and looked away.
“I’m sorry too.” I whispered as I disappeared into the hallway. I scrambled down the steps as my face started to sting starting at my cheeks and came to rest at my eyes. I knew tears were coming as I hastened out of his house, but I clenched my jaw tightly warding them off.
I finally found refuge in my car and I sat in his driveway trying to get a grip of myself. I wanted to be anywhere, but by myself right now. I also didn’t want anyone asking my what was wrong. I sat in my car, with my head against the steering wheel thinking. A vibration on my hip caught my attention and reached in my pocket pulling out my phone. A text from a random number was on my lock screen that read:
Party @ 1720 Pitfall Rd. No fights. No smoking.
It was a number I didn’t have saved in my phone and for a second I wondered who it was. I had heard talk around school that there would be an all schools party, meaning anyone from any school was welcome. Feeling as if this were a sign, I fired up my engine and sped off.
My gps led me to an old back road surrounded by trees, than had me turn down a gravel covered side street. My tires cracked under the new tread. Straight ahead of me I could see a huge abandoned warehouse that from the outside seemed to be just that. Around it, though, were at least a hundred cars. It didn’t seem like there was anyone inside of them as I drove past a few looking for a place to park. I finally found a spot next to an old blue jeep and a kind of beat up dirt bike, and got out of my car. I still saw no life as I headed towards the old building and I was afraid for a second that I may have been tricked.
“Y/N!” A girl’s voice called out to me. I looked over to see two girls standing next to an open trunk. I deterred from my path and redirected myself to them. In the dark it was hard to make them out, but as I got closer I recognised them as two of Liam’s friends. I didn’t know much about the people he hung out with. Other than Mason, most of them were upper classmen.
“Y/N!” The girl said once I was close enough engulfing me in a huge hug. Her name was Kira. She was a very pretty Asian girl with long black hair. I hugged her back, not nearly as hard as she was hugging me, and we both pulled away.
“I haven’t seen you in forever.” She slurred wrapping her arm around my shoulders and hauling me over to the car where her and the other girl, Malia, had been standing. I could smell liquor strong on her breath when she talked and when we were at the car I saw they’d brought their own bottle of alcohol. Malia took a long swig straight from the bottle followed by a scowl. When she saw me she wrinkled up her nose like she’d smelt something fowl.
“Ugh, what’s wrong with you?” She hissed.
The comment threw me, mostly because I wasn’t aware you could tell there was something the matter.
“How do you know any things wrong?” I asked knitting my brows together in confusion.
“I can smell it on you.” She said like I should have know what she was talking about.
“You can smell it on me?” I questioned my expression unchanged.
“What she means is she can almost smell it off you?“ Kira laughed nervously. “Cause you look so uh sad.” Kira shot Malia a look.
I ignored their weird behaviour as I answered. “Oh, Liam just told me…that he…um…well that he um cheated on me…with Hayden.” I could feel a lump forming in my throat and it was uncertain if I’d cry. I wondered if I should have even told them, but figured they’d find out eventually anyways. Malia’s demeanour changed at the news and she walked over handing me the bottle.
“Boys are stupid.” She smiled.
“I’ll drink to that!” Kira said a little too loud. She took the liquor from Malia and than took a drink. She made an ugly face before offering it to me. I took it from her tenderly grabbing it by the neck.
“Boys suck.” I said as I chocked down a few mouthfuls. The two girls giggled as they watched my ugly faces.
“Shall we?” Malia said gesturing to the warehouse and chugging the remainder of the alcohol. I couldn’t see how she did that. It’s like it didn’t even affect her. They looped their arms in mine and together we headed to the large building. As we came closer, you could hear the faint thuds of the base beating with the music and when we opened the large metal door to enter, we were completely swallowed by it. The room was lit only by strobe lights and glow sticks. The air smelled of sweat and beer and the large dance floor was populated with teenagers grinding against each other. I could feel the liquor I’d already had to drink starting to hit me, dulling the pain of my recent heartbreak. Malia and Kira unlooped their arms from mine, and rushed to the dance floor already moving their bodies with the music. I stayed behind not sure if I was ready to dance. I was only a little buzzed and craved for more liquid happiness to change my mood. I scanned the room till I found the table that housed solo cups and kegs, and waltz over to it. The guy pouring the drinks smiled and nodded at me as he filled another cup. He handed it to me, and I swallowed it almost in one gulp. A hiccup passed through my lips and I giggled. I passed the cup to the guy asking him to fill it with a smile. He chuckled and shook his head amused at how fast I’d finished the liquid and he pour more in my glass. I had about three more cups full of beer before I no longer cared to think about Liam or the idiocy of his actions. I had joined the crowed on the dance floor moving to the music, probably off beat. I didn’t care though, I felt so free and weightless. A cold sensation spread across my shoulder sending a shiver down my spine.
“I’m so sorry!” A voiced yelled over the music behind me. I could feel him touching the spot trying to wipe my now wet shoulder off.
“It’s okay.” I said drunkly as I turned to see the person. Our eyes instantly met and it felt like the whole room go in to slow motion. A smile slowly slid across his face, and he rubbed the back of his neck nervously. Time sped up as his smile turn to a look of surprise.
“Y/N?” He hummed in to my ear so I could hear him over the music. He pulled away and it was than that I recognised the cute boy. It was yet another one of Liam’s friends, Stiles Bilinski, I think. I smiled as I realized it was him, and pulled him into a hug.
“Hey Stiles!” I cooed in his ear.
“Where’s Liam?” He asked and I pulled away from.
“I don’t care!” I smiled as I began swaying with the music again. He screwed up his face in confusion.
“He cheated on me.” I said simply.
“What?” He spat in disbelief.
“With Hayden.” I added.
He wore a look of astonishment on his face with his eyes narrowed and mouth slightly open. I laughed and grabbed his arms towards me placing them on my waist. He looked down them a little apprehensive.
“I just want to dance, Stiles. So dance.” I laughed again. It took a second but he finally loosened up and did as I asked. As we moved together, I saw a gloss over his eyes and I realized he was just as drunk as I was. Song after song played and our movement turned from awkward and innocent to hot and heavy. Our foreheads were pressed against each other and I could feel his warm breath hitting my face. I turned around grinding my backside against his groin and I could feel his erect length against me. He nuzzled his face into the crook of my neck and my whole body tingled. Suddenly, all the lights turned on in the building and we stopped. We stood in the same position as a voice came on the sound system saying the party was over. Boos and cries fell over the crowd, but people slowly shuffled out of the abandoned place. Stiles intertwined our fingers not wanting to loose me in the sea of people. I clung to his arm and together we pushed towards the exit. Finally outside, we walked hand in hand to our vehicles. At first we were silent, unsure of what was happening between us.
“So, where’s your car?” He murmured.
“Over there next to that dirty blue jeep.” I responded relieved that he was the first one to speak.
“Hey!” He smiled. “Roscoe isn’t dirty, he’s just-. No, you’re right.” He chuckled. I laughed grabbing his arm with my free hand and leaning into him. We arrived at our cars and, to my dismay, he freed my hand from his grip. He walked over to my car and I unlocked the door as he pulled it open for me. I grinned at his chivalry and walked to the open door. Stiles stood on the other side leaning against it and smirking at me.
“Thank you.” I blushed as I too tilted on the door.
“No problem.” He purred drawing closer to my face. His warm breath hit my face for the second time that night. It seemed to intoxicate me even more and I subconsciously neared him until our lips were centimetres away.
“I really want to kiss you right now.” He whispered on to my lips. His words ran through me like a virus eliciting me to close the gap between our lips. I thought about the repercussions this would have, and only for a moment did I considered them. Deciding I didn’t care I pressed my lips firmly against Stiles’s. His hand immediately cupped my cheek pulling my body closer, although the door lay between us. Fireworks shot off in my head as our kiss deepened. I snaked my arm around his neck as I slipped my tongue between his lips moving it over his. His lips were different from Liam’s. Stiles’s were soft and gently, and I could sense myself being swayed by them. I reluctantly pulled away with my eyes still closed and my breathing strained.
“Do you want to um-? Would you like to-?” I opened my eyes at the sound of his voice. His eyes were closed as well but fluttered open as he fumbled with his words.
“Are you inviting me to your house?” I asked cocking an eyebrow at him and grinning. His face turned scarlet and he rubbed the back of his again. I looked into his amber eyes mulling over the question. Again, the consequences of my action ran through my mind. Stiles grabbed my hand from around his neck and laced our fingers together. The amenity of the action won me over and I smiled at him.
Character(s): Stiles Stilinski/Reader, Peter Hale, Lydia Martin, Scott McCall
Word Count: 4378
Notes: Mentions of nudity, mentions of breakdowns and panic attacks. I would also like to give huge thanks to @dumbass-stilinski for proof-reading this and encouraging me to post it (I’m not too sure if you guys will like it?) but also because honestly I have no idea where I would be without Steff, she’s an angel. Thank you, love!!