Here’s The Deal - Jeep Smut 3 - Sciles Smut
Summary; Let’s face it, you played them. You tried both, but now you have to choose. Except the boys will give you one ultimatum. And only one choice will make the right people happy…
Warning; so much smut lmao, okay, three people, yep, lots of parts cool, bye
Okay, I hope this is okay? I have not used one request, however I am going to be writing a FOURTH part!!!
Yep, it’s happening. That one is not going to be full on smut, just suggested, and idk it’s gonna be fun :)
I guess it’s shorter than I wanted it to be, but idk it got uncomfortable, sorry guys
This was confusing. You didn’t mean to get so caught up in this. It would have been easier to just enter a polyamory relationship, but maybe Scott and Stiles wouldn’t be up for that…
What would people think, anyways? Not that that mattered too much, but still…
The boys had both heard about the other sides of the story, and you knew that. They’re best friends after all. It was just up to their own minds now, if they wanted to be part of it or not. Would they though? Probably not. Who’d want to share their partner with one of their best friends?
Wait, that’s not-
“Hey Y/n,” Scott slipped an arm around your shoulders and steered you to the exit of the school towards the end of the day.
“Hi,” you spoke, more like a question, “Where are we going?” you asked, suspicious.
“Stiles’s jeep,” he told you before he opened the door for you and pulled the front seat, nodding for you to get in the back, which you did with a sigh. Settling in, you watched as Scott and Stiles shared a quick look before Stiles pulled out of the parking lot.
“Can somebody tell me what’s going on?” you leaned forward and put your head between the two of them.
“No?” Stiles shrugged, turning out onto the road and driving towards the reserve.
“So this is essentially a kidnap?” you asked.
“Basically yes,” Scott agreed as Stiles turned just after the ‘Beacon Hills Reserve’ sign and you started to bump along on the dirt road. You leaned back before he stopped in a shaded area at a specific spot, stopping the car and pulling the keys out from the ignition, putting the set onto the dashboard, turning in his seat, away from the view of the lookout.
“So who do you prefer?” Stiles asked you outright, making you freeze.
“We know what happened. You had a moment with both of us,” Scott added.
“I gathered you knew, but- What?” which was how Scott had nodded for you to move up and he climbed into the back.
“Do you think you can decide?” he asked, his voice having dropped a couple of octaves.