The Flick Of A Switch // A Stiles Stilinski Smut
Prompt: To them, becoming friends with benefits seems like the absolute perfect idea. He’s madly in love with Lydia and she never wants a relationship ever again. So, what could possibly go wrong, right? (Part 3 of 6)
Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Public Smut, Jealousy, and Swearing.
Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC
Word Count: 6,165
A/N: I highly recommend you listen to the song after you finish reading because it is just spot on with this chapter.
“And what about the Dread Doctors?” Theo asked the question we all had in our heads as we sat around the table.
The pack was currently at Scott’s house for our regular meeting. Everyone was trying to come up with seemingly impossible solutions to the insane problems we we’re facing in the supernatural department.
And, yet, all I could truly think about was the way Stiles was staring at me from across the table. How our eyes connected along with our imagination, both of us clearly thinking about how we could just leave and pleasure each other right now.
“I think we should just leave them be.” I stated, my eyes never leaving Stiles’.
“What?” Scott’s confused voice broke my trance away from him and I was back in reality.
“Look,” I sighed, now looking at my Alpha. “We know nothing about them or what they actually want. It won’t make a difference if we try to stop them when we don’t even understand what we’re up against. I say, until we get more information, we should just leave them alone.”
“You know, Scott, that actually makes sense.” Stiles spoke up for the first time tonight and I felt warmth on my skin at his approval. “I have to agree with her.”
“Me, too.” Malia confessed and I looked around the table to see everyone nodding at me.
“No, we can’t do that.” Scott shook his head in denial. “They’re killing people.”
“And if we try something prematurely, they might just get away and kill more people in the process.” Stiles instinctively expressed his opinions through his hand gestures. “We just can’t risk it.”
“Fine.” Scott sighed, after pondering his words for a while and gave in. “You guys are right.”
Stiles and I shared glances again, this time smiling at each other. It’s something we’ve been doing a lot, lately.
“Great, so can we get to the fun part of this meeting now?” Lydia asked, clapping her hands together in excitement. “How about a game of Truth or Dare?”
“What is it with you and the typical middle school games that you like so much?” I smirked, my attention leaving Stiles and now focused on the banshee.
“I have no shame in enjoying good fun that’s equally as scandalous.” She smirked back and I couldn’t hide my small laughter.
“I’m up for it.” Malia shrugged and soon enough a chorus of agreement filled the McCall dining room.
“Awesome, let me just get something to drink first.” Stiles quickly ran to the kitchen and everyone was mentally leaving the serious supernatural mode to careless fun mode.
“I’ll get an empty bottle.” I offered, getting up from the chair and walking towards the kitchen.
I smiled once I was inside and spotted Stiles getting two glasses from the cupboard. I watched as he placed them on the counter and strode over to the fridge.
“Why two?” I asked, pulling him out of his own little world. Stiles’ head popped up from behind the refrigerator door and I surprisingly felt myself swoon at his cocky smile.
“I thought you’d like one, too.” He shrugged, pulling out a small bottle of soda and closing the door with his elbow.
“Well, aren’t you sweet?” I smirked, leaning against the kitchen’s door frame.
Stiles opened up the bottle of soda and poured all of its liquid into the two glasses in front of him. Just as he was finished, he turned around to throw the container away in the trash bin.
“No, no, no!” I shouted, stopping him in his tracks. Stiles, immediately, froze and turned around just enough to look at me with a confused expression. “We need that to play.”
“Oh, right.” He nodded, pointing at me and stuck the empty plastic bottle under his arm. Stiles grabbed the two full glasses and approached me with a grin. His face was inches from mine and we playfully stared into each other’s eyes.
“Thanks.” I grinned back, taking the drink from his hand and the bottle from his underarm.
“No problem, princess.”
And then Stiles, suddenly, did something he has never done before. It was as if the entire world had gone into slow motion as I watched him lean in closer to me and place a chaste kiss on my lips.
Stiles and I have been having constant sex for about a month now and we only ever kiss went its sole purpose is to turn the other one on and spark profound lust. We have never just kissed before, not without expecting hot sex to come right after.
For Stiles to randomly kiss me and not have any other intention behind it was news for us… and it actually brought butterflies to my stomach. Yes, butterflies.
Stiles didn’t seem to recognize what he just did because he left the room without another word. I decided to follow him in his footsteps and just push away any questions I had. If Stiles wasn’t going to dwell on this, then, neither would I.
“Sorry, man.” I heard Theo speak as I entered the dining room. Once I was inside I noticed him sitting in the seat Stiles was originally in.
“It’s fine.” Stiles stated, but not without suspiciously narrowing his eyes at the werewolf he didn’t trust first.
With my drink in one hand and the empty bottle in the other, I sat back down in my seat. Which was coincidently next to Stiles and for the first time since this has all started, I felt a bit nervous.
“Alright, let’s get this show on the road!” I exclaimed, placing the bottle in the middle of the table. “I’ll go first.”
I anxiously spun the bottle and all eyes watched in awe as it stopped moving and pointed towards, the one and only, Kira Yukimura.
“Which will it be, kitsune?” I smirked, leaning back on my chair. “Truth or Dare?”
“Let’s go with truth.”
“Such a prude.” Stiles said through fake coughs and everyone laughed at his witty comment.
“I am not a prude!” Kira protested and she looked like an adorable puppy as she pouted at us.
“Okay, then answer this.” I proposed, slowly taking a sip from my drink to add suspense. “Is sex with Scott sweet or is it… kinky?”
Her face immediately became flushed with embarrasment and Scott nervously laughed beside her, scratching the back of his neck. I didn’t need to have supernatural hearing to know her heart rate must be off the charts right now.
“Kinky.” Kira answered with such a low voice, I almost didn’t hear her just confess she and her boyfriend were freaks in bed.
“I’m sorry, what?!” Stiles bursted out laughing, completely shocked like the rest of us. “Attaboy, Scott!”
I laughed, along with the rest of the pack, as Stiles stood up and reached over the table, excitedly high-fiving his best friend.
“Okay, my turn.” Kira quickly spoke, desperately wanting to get out of this uncomfortable topic.
She spun the empty bottle and it landed on Stiles, everyone else was relieved they wouldn’t be the one suffering Kira Yukimura’s wrath.
“Dare.” Stiles smirked, challenging the japonese descendant.
The mischevious grin on her face hadn’t gone unnoticed as she folded her arms on the table and leaned in closer.
“I dare you to kiss Lydia.”
“Okay.” Stiles carelessly shrugged, getting up from his chair.
“I’m not finished.” Kira intervened and he stood there, waiting for her to speak. “With tongue.”
Everyone’s eyes widened in response. It was a known fact that Stiles was in love with Lydia, heck even she knew it. And Kira asking him to do this dare would be so nerve-wrecking for him.
This is the girl he’s always wanted to be with, afterall. Kissing her alone wasn’t going to be easy for him and Kira knew that. Especially since this would be their first official kiss together. It’s Kira’s revenge for his snarky comment, to make him feel all flustered and shy.
However, to everyone’s surprise, Stiles easily walked over to Lydia. He didn’t seem to be nervous at all, instead he actually seemed to move without a single care.
He hovered over the redhead and placed his hand behind her neck. I watched as they both leaned in and their lips touched.
A strange and unkown feeling came over me, seeing Stiles kiss Lydia. It was an unpleasant feeling and, for some reason, I felt inclined to turn my head away. And that’s what I did, my eyes focusing on the clock hanging up on the wall.
I could hear the pack cheer around me and I didn’t understand why I wasn’t shouting along with them. I’ve always wanted Stiles and Lydia to get together, so why am I not celebrating right now? And why do I feel like actual crap right this moment?
When I heard Stiles walk behind me and in front of his chair was when I looked back at the pack. They all were smirking at the two that had recently kissed and I just wanted them to stop.
“I do believe that it is, in fact, my turn.” Stiles sat back down and my heart fell into my stomach as I watched him wipe away her lipstick from his lips.
He spun the bottle in the middle of the table and I stared at his fingers, the same fingers that have done absolute wonders on my body.
I swooned, thinking back at how just this morning they were buried deep inside of me. Expertly moving against my sensitive walls, pushing me over my edge.
“Emma.” The sound of my name leaving Stiles’ lips had me pulled back into reality.
“Huh?” I asked, my eyes looking up at his golden brown ones.
“It landed on you.” Stiles pointed to the bottle and I noticed that it had, indeed, landed on me.
“Oh, uh.” I cleared my throat, swiftly pushing back my dirty thoughts and saving them for later. “Truth.”
“You, too?” Malia questioned, laughing at how I was also being a prude.
“Okay, then, Dare.” I shrugged, my interest in this game beginning to fade as I gazed at Stiles’ plump lips.
“No, no, no.” Stiles shook his head, smirking. “You chose Truth, now stick with it.”
“Fine.” I narrowed my eyes at him. Everyone else percieved it as me challenging him, but by the way Stiles’ eyes dialated slightly, he certainly took it as a seduction attempt.
“I think we can all agree that you’ve had your fair share of boyfriends in the past-”
“Where are you going with this, Stilinski?” I interrupted and Stiles chose to ignore my question.
“Which means you’ve had different sexual partners and different experiences.” He stated and I, immediately, knew where he was trying to get to.
“Just ask the question already.” I sighed, narrowing my eyes at him.
“Who was your best?” Stiles asked, genuinely wanting to know the answer.
“Not one of my ex-boyfriends, that’s for sure.” I practically whispered, but by the look on Stiles face, everyone had heard me.
“Oooh, this is getting juicy.” Lydia squealed, but all I could do was study Stiles’ expression.
His eyebrows lifted in wonder and I could read the very obvious question swimming in his pupils: Am I your best?
“Wait, who was it, then?!” Scott’s excited voice rang in my ears and I watched as Stiles’ eyes widened in fear.
“Let’s just say, he’s the person I last had sex with.” I answered not Scott’s but Stiles’ burning question.
He pursed his lips, trying to hide the incoming smirk, and grabbed his drink. Stiles’ intense stare leaving mine as he took a sip from his glass. I could feel the cockiness radiate off of him, clearly thrilled at the knowledge that he’s the best sex I’ve ever had.
“Seriously?” Malia audibly groaned. “You’re gonna be that vague?”
“I answered the question.” I shrugged, now looking over at the were-coyote.
She rolled her eyes at me and I mentally thanked every possible god out there for her not pressing further. Or any other pack member for that matter.
From the corner of my eye, I could see Stiles’ body relaxing back into the chair and I reached over to spin the bottle.
The game went on for an hour and it was, actually, fun. Laughter was the constant theme of the night as we watched each other do some pretty stupid and embarassing dares. Not only that, but we discovered a lot of dirt on one another and I was contantly shocked. Like Kira, for example, lets Scott chain her up in bed.
“Theo.” Lydia raised an eyebrow once the bottle stopped in his direction. “Which will it be?”
The werewolf that wasn’t in our pack, but still hung out with us anyway, thought for a bit before answering. I took the last sip of my beverage, everyone waiting for him to respond.
“Is it true that you have a crush on Emma?” Lydia smirked and I, immediately, spit my drink out in shock.
“What?!” I exclaimed along with a very familiar voice, the same voice that makes me melt whenever he sexily whispers into my ear.
I turned around to see Stiles looking at him in surprise and I’m certain we have the very same expression planted on our faces.
“You like Emma?!” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, continuing our previous question.
Theo cleared his throat and I could see the faint blush on his cheeks. He sat up straighter in his seat, trying to shake off his embarrasment.
“Yes.” He confessed and my eyes widened in response. Theo looked at me for the first time since the bottle landed on him and he seemed actually nervous. “I do.”
I felt anxious and it wasn’t a good kind of anxious. It was the type that you felt in a very bad and terrifying situation. Usually how I feel everytime I have to face the scary side of the supernatural.
“Oh.” I stated and from my peripheral vision I could see Stiles staring intently at me. “Okay, well you answered the question. Now you have to spin the bottle.”
I quickly tried to change the subject away from me. Look, Theo is great looking and what not but just… God, no.
Theo’s face faltered just for a second and if I hadn’t been paying close attention, I would’ve missed it. He reached over to the bottle and spun it. It didn’t take long for it to find it’s next victim and I, immediately, felt my body go rigid as it picked me.
“Of course.” Stiles sighed and I didn’t have to look at him to know he just rolled his eyes.
“Emma,” Theo grinned and my skin itched. “Truth or Dare?”
“Dare.” I let out a sigh of defeat.
“I dare you to go on a date with me.” Theo smirked and my stomach, instantly, turned.
My first instincts wanted me to look at Stiles and plead for help through eye contact. But, I knew that if I looked at him right now it could possibly raise suspicion. So, to save our own personal fun, I had to figure this out by myself.
“No.” I shook my head, folding my arms against my chest.
“No? You can’t say no to a dare.”
“I can when it’s invalid.” I pointed out, leaning into my seat.
“How is this invalid?” Theo raised an eyebrow, challenging me.
I felt all eyes on me, including Stiles’. They desperately wanted to know what I would come up with to keep myself from going out with Theo Raeken.
“Because if we were to go on a date, it wouldn’t be tonight. And since we’re playing right now, you have to pick a dare for me to complete at this exact moment.”
“Fine.” Theo sighed. “Then, I dare you to sit on my lap for the rest of the game.”
“Excuse me?” I scoffed, offended at his request.
“Well, I was going to dare you to kiss me. But, I don’t want our first kiss to be in front of everyone. So…” Theo lifted his hand and called me towards him with his index finger.
“Why do you want me to sit on your lap?”
“So, we can chat.” Theo shrugged. “And to get closer to each other.”
“Theo, you’re disg-” I began to protest but he interrupted me, instead.
“A dare’s a dare, Emma.” He taunted. “And I triple-dog-dare you.”
Everyone let out quite comical gasps at his challenge and I rolled my eyes. That is, everyone except for Stiles. If looks could kill, Theo would be long executed by now.
A sense of comfort flushed over me as I thought about how protective Stiles is. I know for a fact that he’s just glaring at Theo because he doesn’t trust the guy and would do anything to keep his friends safe. I profoundly admire his dedication to his close loved ones.
But, Theo’s got the upperhand here. A dare’s a dare, afterall.
“Fine.” I sighed and the entire pack looked shocked as I stood from my seat and made my way towards him.
I watched Stiles carefully as I relunctantly sat on Theo’s lap. To say he was furious was a complete understatement.
“Hi.” Theo whispered in my ear and an eerie chill ran up my spine. “You’re very beautiful.”
“I am here to fufill the dare and not your nasty little fantasies.” I turned to talk to him, our faces inches apart.
“Alright.” Theo stated, but not without smirking first. “I don’t want to do anything that makes you uncomfortable, anyway.”
“Too late.” I scoffed, rolling my eyes.
The game went in full spin and about two hours later, we all decided we had enough. It was, without a doubt, the most interesting game of Truth or Dare I’ve ever played.
Stiles’ eyes never left me the entire time. Well, occacionally he would glare over at Theo, but for the most part his attention was on me. It made my skin tingle and my cheeks blush.
There was even a moment when Theo’s hand settled on my upper thigh and I could feel the anger coming off of Stiles from where I was seated. His eyes were so furious I, honestly, thought that a laser beam would, suddenly, burst through his pupils and destroy the werewolf.
When I was finally able to get off of Theo’s lap and be free, I had never been more grateful. Look, Theo is handsome and all, but he’s just not for me.
My first instinct when the game was over and everyone stood up to either eat or use the bathroom was to walk over to Stiles.
However, a finger lightly tapping on my shoulder stopped me before I even could. I hesitantly turned around to whomever was trying to grab my attention, but not without noticing the roll in Stiles’ eyes first.
Of course it’s you.
“Hey, Emma.” Theo smiled too wide and I narrowed my eyes at him. “Look, I’m sorry if that made you uneasy in anyway.”
“Whatever, Theo.” I sighed, turning back around. But he placed his hand on my arm instead.
“Wait.” He called and I watched Stiles’ eyes look at his hand on my skin before I returned to the werewolf.
“What is it?”
“I, um-” Theo nervously scratched the back of his head. “I was wondering if you’d want to go out with me this Friday. Not as a dare, but as an actual date.”
“Not gonna happen, Theo.” I denied, immediately.
“Emma, I know I can come off as a bit cocky sometimes. But, I need you to know that I’m not.” Theo sighed, letting go of my arm. “I really do like you. I think you’re amazing and so beautiful. All I ask is for one simple date. One chance to show you there’s so much more to me than meets the eye.”
A pang of pity hit me as I watched him talk with such innocence in his voice. He really seemed to be telling the truth and normally I would be into a guy like this, but for some reason, I just didn’t feel compelled to him.
“I’ll think about it.” I sighed, looking for an answer that wouldn’t hurt him. “Okay?”
“Okay.” Theo smiled sweetly and I smiled right back.
The second I turned around I was met with a very annoyed Stiles Stilinski. His eyes watched closely as Theo walked passed him, his attention focused on the werewolf until he finally left the room. Funny enough, that’s when I noticed everyone else had dispersed as well. Stiles and I were alone for the first time tonight.
“What’s with the look of murder on your face?” I chuckled, grabbing the packet of peanuts that were on the table and popping a few in my mouth. “Not that I’m complaining. It’s actually very hot.”
“Who the hell does Theo think he is?” Stiles scoffed, finally looking at me.
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, sitting down on my original chair. “But, he clearly thinks he’s the shit.”
“How uncomfortable was it? To sit on his lap?” Stiles asked, his expression worried as he sat in the seat beside mine. “O-Or did you like it?”
I narrowed my eyes at him, a scoff making its way out of mouth.
“You’re kidding me, right?”
“Sorry.” Stiles sighed, rubbing his face with his right hand. “It’s just…”
“It’s just what?” I leaned in closer to him, noticing a small glimpse of fear in his brown eyes. “Stiles?”
Stiles blinked quickly before shaking his head and leaning against the back of the chair.
“I don’t trust him.” He spoke the statement he’s said to all of us over and over again. It’s practically written on his forehead at this point.
“Emma, did he ask you out after the game?” Stiles interrupted, his nerves too anxious not to.
“Yes.” I answered, eating more peanuts.
Stiles didn’t say anything, he just nodded. I am certain that I’m mistaken, but a part of me feels like I just saw hurt flash quickly in his eyes. However, it was gone before I could even check twice.
“What did you, uh, say?”
“I said I’d think about it.” I wiped the salt from the peanuts off on my blue jeans. “But, I lied.”
“You don’t want to go on a date with him?” Stiles furrowed his eyebrows.
“Hell, no.” I shook my head and chuckled.
“But, he’s like super good looking?”
“Do you not remember when I said I don’t ever want a boyfriend, again?” I questioned and Stiles’ eyes fell to the floor.
“Vividly.” He whispered so low it was almost inaudable.
“Stiles.” I spoke his name in a seductive tone and his head snapped up to look at me. “I know you care about my safety, but I could care less about Theo Raeken, right now. Do you know what I really want?”
He shook his head and with a smirk on my lips, I rested my hand on his right thigh.
“To go in that bathroom and let you have your way with me.” I grinned, my fingers lightly squeezing him.
“Here?” Stiles swallowed nervously, peering around the room to see if anyone was near.
“Mmhm.” I nodded, standing up to plant a kiss on his lips and then his jaw. Working my way up to Stiles’ earlobe, nibbling on it and scraping his skin with my teeth.
Stiles let out a satisfied hiss and I knew he’d be putty in my hands in a matter of seconds.
“What if they hear?” Stiles asked, closing his eyes as his fingers gripped my waist. “This house is in fact filled with werewolves.”
“Then, I guess we have to be really quiet.” I mumbled against his neck, the vibrations making him moan.
“Shit, let’s go.” Stiles excitedly spoke, grabbing my hand and pulling me towards the bathroom.
A hushed giggle escaped my lips as I let him rush me to the small room. I gently closed the door behind us and Stiles picked me up to place me down on the sink counter.
His mouth desperately crashed on mine and my hands grabbed his cheeks, keeping his lips in place. They felt so amazing moving against mine and I softly moaned into his mouth when he pushed his tongue inside.
Stiles’ tongue played with my tongue as his fingers rapidly unbottoned my jeans. Goosebumps made their way on my skin and he unzipped my pants, pulling them down and off my legs.
The denim fell on the floor and I spread my legs for him to settle between them.
“Damn, you’re such a good kisser.” I whispered when Stiles’ lips moved from my lips to my jaw and across my neck.
“You, too.” He smiled against my skin, lightly sucking on my pulse point. But, he didn’t dwell for too long beause we have a strict rule about no hickies.
The second he no longer had his lips pressed against me, I took the advantage to pull his shirt off his body. My teeth biting down on my lip as I appreciated his toned stomach.
“I don’t get how you swoon every single time you see me naked.” Stiles chuckled in a quiet voice as he opened the buttons of my pink blouse.
“Stiles, the sooner you realize you’re sexy as fuck, the better.” I whispered straight into his ear and he smirked at me before placing a lingering kiss on my cheek.
“Holy shit.” Stiles breathed out when he slid my shirt off my arms and, finally, noticed the pair of matching red laced panties I was wearing.
“Do you like it?” I smirked, looking up at him seductively.
“You have no fucking idea.” Stiles quietly moaned, attaching his lips back on mine.
All of the whispering and sneaking around had the hairs on the back of my neck standing up and my core getting wetter by the second. But, it was when Stiles removed my panties and put them up on a towel hook that I felt my skin tingle with excitement.
Stiles’ fingers slid the slickness in my folds and his lips worked fervently against mine, his middle finger moving slowly up and down.
My hands were wrapped around the back of his neck, my mouth concentrated on his and my mind focused on how he circled his finger on my clitoris.
He drew patterns against my nub and I felt my body relax into him. Stiles is definitely great with his mouth, but damn… his fingers are my true weakness.
Stiles’ other hand slid across my back and unclasped my bra. He quickly took it off and threw it some place unkown when he sqeezed my breast with his hand.
I let out a breath of satisfaction and his fingers increased his pace on my core. I moaned into his mouth at the feeling of two of his skillfull fingers now pumping inside of me.
My eyes rolled to the back of my head as he quickly moved inside of me, my body clenching in pleasure. It was when Stiles’ hooked his fingers against a sensitive spot that I knew I needed all of him right now.
Without even saying anything or detaching my mouth from his, I pushed his fingers out of me.
“Did I hurt you?” Stiles broke our heated kiss and looked at me, confused. “I’m so sorry.”
My heart swelled at his genuine concern and I bit down on my lip, shaking my head. Stiles, finally, understood why I had taken his hand away when I opened his pants and let them drop onto the floor.
He smirked at me as I licked my lips, appreciating the view of his boner straining against his boxers. Stretching out my hand, I palmed him over the cotton and Stiles hung his head with his eyes closed.
Pressing my mouth back on his, I pushed his boxers down enough to expose his dick. My hand wrapped around him and slowly pumped, Stiles’ forehead resting on my bare shoulder.
I took my time to work him and he kept kissing my skin when I increased my pace. My fingers grazed the precum on his slit and his hips twitched.
“If you keep doing that, I’m going to cum.” Stiles whispered and I smiled. He let out a hushed groan when I stopped pumping him.
Something seemed to snap inside of him because he roughly gripped onto my thighs and quickly positioned himself in my entrance.
I bit down harshly on my lip, grabbing his shoulders, as he slid inside of me. My nails dug into his skin with his cock filling me up entirely.
He was buried deep inside me and both of our bodies throbbed in excitement. Stiles fit his face in between my breasts and pressed soft kisses before I hitched my hips up, begging for him to do something.
He waited a few seconds before moving and I leaned my head on the bathroom mirror hanging right above the sink.
Stiles’ cock slipped in and out of me with ease thanks to how wet I was for him. I mean, kowing that I can have sex with this attractive boy whenever I damn please has kept me constantly wet and ready for Stiles to just take me and fuck my brains out.
Which was was he was currently doing.
A strangled moan escaped my lips when he attached his mouth on my nipple and Stiles immediately brought his hand up to my mouth. His fingers pushed past my lips and made their way inside.
“Suck them.” Stiles commanded with a husky voice and my core clenched around him in response.
Never breaking eye contact, I grazed my tongue on his skin and I could taste myself on it. Stiles picked up the pace of our connecting bodies as he watched me gladly suck on his fingers. Sure, it’s main purpose was to hide my moans, but it certainly didn’t fail to make us both even hornier.
Reattaching his mouth on my nipple, Stiles pounded his hips harder into me and I was thankfull his hand covered my filthy moans.
All I could think about was how much I loved this whilst being consumed by the feeling of him fucking me with no mercy.
It was when he bit down harshly on my nipple that I felt my peak near itself. My back arched and my core throbbing against his member.
“Fuck, I’m not gonna last much longer.” Stiles whispered and I hummed against his skin.
His lips moved to my neck, nibbling as one of his hands let go of my thigh and moved to massage the back of my knee.
“Go ahead, cum for me.” Stiles whispered straight into my ear, his hot breath dancing on my now sweaty skin.
My toes curled at his dirty words. It wasn’t often then he used them, but damn when he did… God help us all.
Stiles moaned into my neck when my hand moved towards our connecting bodies and pressed against my clit. It took me about three seconds of rubbing my nub before the wave of ecstasy crashed down on me and I was drowning in the waters of my own intense orgasm.
My body shook with such force that the cup that held toothbrushes fell into the sink. Stiles didn’t even bother to care because the feeling of my core clenching tightly around him had his own release reach him.
Stiles bit down on my shoulder and I could feel the muscles of his back arching against my hand as his hot liquid spilled into me.
The only sound that followed our incredible orgasms was the both of us panting whilst we came down from our highs. Stiles breathed into my neck and my legs and arms fell limp in exhaustion.
When we were both back into reality, Stiles pulled out of me and I felt cold without him there. He grabbed toilet paper and wet it, cleaning his dick from both of our juices. Stiles kindly cleaned me next and I blushed at his actions.
He helped me down from the sink and placed me on the floor. The second he let go of me, my knees went weak and I began falling.
“Whoa, there.” Stiles chuckled, grabbing me by the waist before I could actually hit the ground. “Having trouble standing?”
“Apparently.” I quietly laughed and he laughed with me.
“Here, hold onto the counter while I put your clothes back on.” He helped guide my hands to the surface and I gripped it.
Stiles slowly let go, trying to see wether or not I would slip again. My legs were wobbly, but I managed to hold on tight.
He took my panties off the hook and kneeled down in front of me. Carefully, I lifted one foot at a time for him to place them on my legs. Stiles slid them up as he stood.
I smiled, feeling slightly embarrassed, when he lifted it over my ass and snapped the waistband against my hips.
The jeans were a bit harder to put on me, but Stiles managed to do it suprisingly well. His arm wrapped around my waist and he told me to let go of the counter. I did what he requested and he pulled me towards the lid-covered toilet, sitting me down on it.
“Can you put your shirt and bra on?” Stiles asked, grabbing the two pieces of clothing and I nodded.
I took them from his hand and put them on my body, watching with a smirk as he put his own clothes back on. I don’t really know why, but I always get turned on whenever I see him either taking off or putting on his belt. It’s a strange confession that I have yet to tell him.
“Do you think they’re right outside?” I asked when he was fully dressed again and fixing his hair so it didn’t look like he just had sex.
“Shit, I forgot about that.” Stiles groaned.
With a sigh, he slowly opened the door just enough to peek through the small crack. He furrowed his eyebrows in confusion before pushing the door all the way open.
“They’re not even here.” Stiles stated, looking around to see if he could find anyone and eventually gave up. “Can you stand now?”
“I don’t know.” I shrugged, getting a grip of the hands he extending to me. “Let’s see.”
Once I stood up from the toilet seat, he slowly let go of my hands. Watching me carefully the entire time. We both immediately smiled when I was actually able to stand on my own again.
“You did it!” Stiles exclaimed, celebrating my conquest. “Good job!”
And then, for the second time tonight, Stiles kissed me unexpectedly. It wasn’t a kiss full of lust and it wasn’t chaste either.
One of his hands slid around my waist and the other got a hold of my cheek. I was so surprised that I didn’t even have the idea to stop him. I kissed him back fully and I could feel my head spinning in response.
Stiles slowly broke the kiss, but he kept his face close to mine. He pushed a loose hair behind my ear and my cheeks heated with a blush. Stiles smiled as his gorgeous brown eyes pierced into mine, making my heart flutter.
Suddenly, everything changed in one instant. I felt myself falling into a pit that I desperately wanted nothing to be a part of.
It was as if a switch has been flicked and it turned on this feeling that was deep inside of me, now bringing it to the surface.
It now all made perfect sense why I felt horrible when Lydia and Stiles kissed. Why I kept looking over at him when I was on Theo’s lap. Why, even though he’s cute and would be great to get into bed with, I wasn’t the least bit interested in going out with the new werewolf.
Looking at him now, I realize I see something I didn’t the night before. The person who was just a friend moments ago is now the only person I ever imagine myself with.
“Come on.” Stiles grinned, slipping a hand into mine. “Let’s go find our friends.”
My heart beated faster than ever as I let him pull me outside of the bathroom. He looked around the dining room, trying to find the others.
But, I couldn’t concentrate on helping him. I was too terrified at that fact that I fell in love with the one person I wasn’t supposed to.
I fell in love with my friend with benefits.
I fell in love with Stiles Stilinski.