I pull up in front of the house,
killing the engine before grabbing a stack of books out of the passenger seat, and
jumping out of the jeep. I walk up the driveway slowly, my eyes glued to the
screen of my phone as I slip out a set of keys, and shove one of them into the
front door, pushing it open. I walk in, closing the door behind me, and start
heading up the stairs. I hear a soft whimper and I pause, panic sinking into my
stomach. There’s another whimper and I move as quietly as I can to a door,
preparing myself to face whatever new supernatural threat is here, and my hand
poised over the door knob.
“Stiles,” A voice whispers from the
other side of the door and I freeze, my ears pricking up, straining to hear
“Right there, Stiles, right there,”
The voice moans and I can feel myself tightening in my jeans and I can’t resist
the urge to push the door open slightly. Y/N is sprawled over the top of her
bed in nothing but a long t-shirt, her hand between her legs and I have to bite
the inside of my cheek to keep from moaning at the sight in front of me.
Her eyes are closed, and her head
presses against the bedspread as she arches her back; her fingers working
quickly against her core, sliding in and out of her as she flicks her thumb
over her clit. “Stiles.” She moans my name again and all I can hear is blood
rushing in my ears as my heartbeat thunders loudly in my chest.
“Holy fuck,” I moan is a rasp, and
her eyes snap open, her fingers stilling as she looks at me with her mouth