underaged smut

On Underage Smut

As a 18+ roleplayer, I should NOT have to consistently remind minors over and over and over again that absolutely under no circumstances will I roleplay smut and anything relating to smut with someone who’s underage. It’s illegal. You’re going to get me trouble with the fucking law. Just because you don’t care doesn’t mean I don’t, and I’m not going to go spend time in jail because you just had to write porn.

“But I had to lie about my age! No one will RP with minors anymore!” 

Well gee fucking willikers! I wonder why that’s a thing? You think it has something to do with the fact that minors don’t care about the well-being of their adult partners and jump through hoops to get in on that saucy, naughty fiction?

Bitch all you want, but there’s a reason 18+ rpers won’t write with minors much these days, and it has everything to do with smut. Now how do you fix this? Just wait the next few years out and, when you’re finally legal, you can start sending in NSFW prompts. But, until then, keep it to yourself.

if u were not rping in 2012-13 i genuinely feel sorry for u. u missed so much. everybody was forced to tag their ooc posts but never their nsfw. nobody gave a shit abt underage smut. we all used the same gifs from the same gif hunts. nobody made their own shit. we all used these themes that everybody remembers but i can’t recall the name of. bios were in first person. threads were never cut. mobile rping was the norm. skype wasn’t a thing, only chatzy. there were no fancy tags, no formatting. it was an experience.

Incredulity // Jughead Smut

Summary: Fred Andrews is the single parent of twins. He walks in on his daughter with her girlfriend in the middle of sex. Following that breakup you got together with your brothers best friend whom doesn’t have experience in sex so you teach your boyfriend. Guess your not the only twin in a forbidden relationship…only one is legal.

Characters: Jughead x Andrews!Reader, Betty x Reader, Kevin Keller, Archie Andrews (mentioned) and Fred Andrews

Words: 3237

Disclaimer: I do not own Riverdale or the characters. I do not own the Comics either. Jughead is NOT asexual in his.

Warnings: Swearing, underage drinking, smut, former same sex relationship,

Author: Caitsy

Tagging: At the bottom

A/N Originally this was going to be a Veronica fic but apparently my subconscious was needy for Jughead.

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Jokes were always made about the Andrews twins, Archie was the boy that got hit by the puberty bus during the summer before sophomore year. You however had came out of the awkward phase a lot early than your twin brother, it was the end of middle school when you hit puberty in the most graceful way.

While Archie incredibly straight, you were bisexual with no real preference to be honest. Nobody believed that you were bisexual, especially your dad because he had never seen you look at a female before. Fred Andrews got a rude awakening when he walked in on Betty Cooper going down on his freshmen aged daughter. Next the whole town found out about the relationship, minus the sexual side, with the knowledge that Betty had been crushing on you. It was purely fun for you and experimental for her so it didn’t cause any problems when she discovered she was only into guys and actually liked your twin. You guys continued to be best friends.

It was amusing when your father walked in on Betty and you because he fumbled through the safe sex talk. He didn’t know much about safe sex between females but he tried his best even if both of you were embarrassed beyond belief. He was happy however that you wouldn’t become the parental nightmare of pregnant teenager.

It was the last day of summer that he caught you with your boyfriend in bed together and getting the shock of his life for the second time. Jughead and you had gotten together at the very end of freshman year. Nobody, even Archie whom knew everything about you, knew about it because there was no real reason that they needed to know. You were a slut by any means, you only had had sex with Betty so you didn’t care if someone found out that Jughead and you were together. The only thing was that you hadn’t gone that far yet.

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Praise

Innocent Churchboy!Josh is trying to teach you about God but you’re trying to teach him about a few other things..
Pairings: Joshua Dun x Fem!Reader
Warnings: weed use and vandalism mention ?? this is so vanilla it pains me. handjobs & thigh riding, praise kink is thrown in there for irony of it all
Word Count: 3.7k

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Pretty Princess (Wincest ABO)

AO3 Link: Here
Written for: @spnabobingo , @kinktober2017 , @thebunkerofletters inktober challenge day 14
Prompt(s) Filled(Kink|Ink|ABO): incest | Disney | heat/rut
Ship: Wincest
Rating: Explicit
Content Warning: smut, underage (Sam is 16), feminization, dresses, heat, bareback, implied mpreg, knotting, bottom!Sam, top!dean, alpha!dean, omega!sam, a/b/o dynamics
Summary: Sam is excited to go to a Halloween Party… And then his first heat hits.
Word Count: 1947
A/N: Questions, comments, concerns? Ask is open. (So is DM and AO3!)
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Sam took a deep breath, straightening the bright yellow dress over his hips. The cheap fabric crinkled a little against his chest, and his lower back itched where a stray seam tickled, but it didn’t matter. He was sixteen now, and Dean finally okayed him going to a party.

Sam had been asked to the local school Halloween party by one of the Alpha seniors he’d been crushing on since they arrived in this town a month ago. Maybe, Sam figured, tonight he could just be a normal guy.

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[ hey y’all! I had to move very unexpectedly, so i wanted to make a new post saying i’m still taking commissions!! i’m open to drawing pretty much anything, and I am now accepting nsfw stuff, tho I won’t draw underage character smut or anything non-consensual, sorry!

prices are as followed:
sketch- $5 (+$3 per additional character)
lineart- $10 (+$4 per additional character)
flat color- $15+ (+$5 per additional character)
complex- $20+ (+$ varied per additional character)

send me a pm or ask if interested! only accepting payments through paypal! I’m more than happy to discuss stuff and am very flexible and willing to work with y’all. if you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to contact me!

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Don't judge a fuckboy by his cover

Author: RandomCupcake

Length: Work In Progress

Rated: Explicit 

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Story Summary:

When college sweetheart Park Jimin gets dragged to a party by his friends one Friday night, being popular with both boys and girls, he’s not surprised at the attempts to pick him up. Of course none of them succeed because Jimin doesn’t sleep around, no matter what you hear about him. One guy, though, this confident, straightforward, almost aggressive guy has him stuttering and blushing like an idiot and he couldn’t tell you why to save his life.

Imagine his shock when he later finds out that this was, in fact, infamous playboy Min Yoongi and Jimin made a complete fool of himself in front of him. Cue annoying nosy friends and weird coincidences messing with Jimin’s emotions when what he really needs to be worrying about is his dance final.

And no matter what Hoseok tells you, Min Yoongi /is not/ Jimin’s type at all!

Birthday Drive (Wincest)

AO3 Link: Here
Written for: @spnkinkbingo
Square Filled: Road Head

Ship: Sam/Dean
Rating: Explicit
Content Warning: underage (Sam is 16), birthday sex, oral sex, rough oral, implied bottom!Sam, road head, PWP, smut
Summary: It’s Sam’s 16 birthday, and Dean wants to do something special for him. Sam’s got plans of his own.
Word Count: 2514
A/N: Tags are at the bottom, send an ask to be added to my tagslist!

“Happy birthday, Sammy.”

Sam blinked a few times, rolling over and looking blearily at Dean. “Huh?”

“It’s your birthday, man. You’re sixteen. I expected you to be jumpin’ around an hour ago.”

“What time is it?” Sam groaned, burrowing a little deeper under the ratty motel cover.

“About nine. Come on. I made you breakfast.”

“Where’s Dad?”

“Took off already, working on interviewing folks,” Dean said. Sam peeked at him over the covers.

“For how long?”

“Don’t know. He said he’d give you a break since it was your birthday. So we have the whole day to hang out. Why don’t we go for a drive?”

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Stop. Sexualizing. Underaged. Idols.

Still seeing blogs write smut about underaged idols. And some of them have the nerve to defend themselves… im sick 😷 this honestly needs to stop. Having a perfect stranger writing smut about you is uncomfortable regardless of age. But UNDERAGE!?! I’m almost 18, but when I see a link that leads to smut about a idol that is close to my age or younger absolutely makes me want to throw up. No excuses whatever can justify underaged idol smut. NOTHING.

kiss you all over (George Weasley x Reader) SMUT ***

Warnings: smut (underage, unprotected sex), swearing. 

Request: Hi can you write a George x reader where she’s stayin at the burrow and they sneak around to get naughty ;))

A/N: Yes, I am alive. No, I don’t want to be. This is my first actual George x Reader fic. The smut isn’t very good, sorry, I kind of got lazy because I’m super tired. Also, I just realised I wrote this a little differently to the request? oh well. Excuse the shitty title I had no idea what to call this other than George Weasley is a sexy beast so….?

You learn that dreams really can come true when you and George decide to get freaky and release all the pent up sexual frustration between the two of you. 


The Burrow is strangely quiet as it sleeps, yet you are wide awake. Perhaps it’s because the Quidditch World Cup is on tomorrow, perhaps it’s because of the wild, sex dream you just had featuring one George Weasley. Maybe it’s both. But whatever it is, it’s keeping you awake while Hermione and Ginny are fast asleep on either side of you.

Staring up at the ceiling, you try to steady your racing heart as you emerge from the orgasm your brain had just conjured. You feel hot and sticky, especially in one certain area, and you don’t think there’s enough water in the world to cool you down. The dream had felt so real. When you had raked your fingers through George’s hair, when his lips had spilled over your collarbone, when he had pushed inside of you with a wild moan of your name, it had felt as though it was really happening. Your subconscious was teasing you cruelly.

Hermione murmurs something in her sleep and rolls over, facing the wall. Ginny is lying flat on her stomach, dreaming peacefully. As you watch your friends sleep, you can’t help but wonder what George is dreaming of. You hope, somewhat vainly, that it’s you. But who can blame you? When you’ve had a crush on your best friend for as long as you have, you’re surely going to hope with every cell in your body that he’s thinking of you the way you think of him.

Feeling irritated and disappointed, you decide it’s better to get up rather than lie around, moping and thinking about George.

You slip out from the sheets and creep out of the room, trying to keep as quiet as possible. Every step you make sounds like someone’s dropping bombs in your ears but the rest of the house remains undisturbed. You walk past Harry and Ron’s room, Ron is sleep talking about spiders and if you had been less distracted, you would have stopped to listen. Maybe you’ll tease him about it in the morning and watch him go bright red.

Tip-toeing down the stairs, you cast a look over your shoulder, hoping you hadn’t woken up the house. Everything is still, and you nod with a satisfied expression filling your features. Until you crash into something hard.

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m/m ships are literally just the het ships of tumblr. example:

het ships:

  • often forced, pairing two characters who hate each other or abuse the other
  • extremely sexist, demeaning a female character because she “gets in the way” of the ship
  • usually pedophilic, whether it’s pairing an elder with a minor, or making smut of underage characters
  • reduces characters to stereotypes or one (1) personality trait
  • usually between two white characters, even when other characters have as much or more personality
  • will often dominate the fandom, causing extreme discourse and the harassment of other users
  • usually shipped by straight women
  • just in general not very interesting

m/m ships:

  • often forced, pairing two characters who hate each other or abuse the other
  • extremely sexist, demeaning a female character because she “gets in the way” of the ship
  • usually pedophilic, whether it’s pairing an elder with a minor, or making smut of underage characters
  • reduces characters to stereotypes or one (1) personality trait
  • usually between two white characters, even when other characters have as much or more personality
  • will often dominate the fandom, causing extreme discourse and the harassment of other users
  • usually shipped by straight women
  • just in general not very interesting


UPDATE: if ya’ll could stop ignoring the fact that this was (very obviously) strictly about toxic ships so you can accuse me of being homophobic or anti-m/m or whatever that’d be great

in response to this whole “underage smut” drama with IT.

Kids have underage sex, kids don’t follow the age of consent. I lost my virginity when I was 14 and became sexually active when I was 15. For me, because of my own view and experiences with sex, I only feel comfortable writing sexual scenes from age 15 onwards.


I don’t believe it’s sexualising a minor, since I am using myself as reference. However I understand that some people may see differently. I have no intentions to write any smut with people under the age of consent (16 where I live), and I probably won’t in the near future.


I just think as someone who became sexually active at a young age, my point of view might be useful for some people who seem to think teenagers don’t follow their dramatic hormones until it’s legal.

Homecoming (Peter Parker X Reader) SMUT

Pairing: Peter Parker X Reader

Requested: THIS WAS WRITTEN AS MY APOLOGY TO ERIN FOR SENDING HER ANGST

Warnings: smut, underage smut, virgin reader

Word Count: 1,509

Tag List: @parkersenses @tom-cinnamon-holland @thelifeofanengineeringstudent @grant-valdes-holland @parkerroos @toms-spidey @sunrisehunny @peterletmebeanavengerparker @spideyboys @jor-da-na @lil-spidey @captainswriting @quacksoff @spideyr00s @spideyyss @tomhollandisthicc @underoosie @marvelsdaughter @babyparker @spideyyparker @rooyeun @focused-on-holland @peterfightmeparker @quackson-tommy @spiderquackson @spiderween @spidermanpiederman

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“(Y/N), I like you. I’ve liked you for a really long time. I know we’re just friends but i really want to be more. Will you go with me to Homecoming?”

When Peter said those words my whole world lit up. He had been my best friend and long time crush up until that point. He had asked me right after he got back from his battle with Vulture (even though Homecoming was a year away). I know that he’s Spiderman and Ned and I help from a safe place as “His two person guy in the chair” Ned found me info and I talked to Peter over the coms. Ned had tried doing both at first but he tended to ramble and it threw Pete off of his game. Together, the two of us were a well oiled machine. We did our best to keep Peter safe and informed while he was out as our friendly neighborhood web slinger. I knew alot of things.But Peter liking me back? That I didn’t know. So when he’d asked me to Homecoming, I had kissed him. I didn’t know how he would react but I knew I wanted to do it. And when he kissed back I was in heaven. He had asked me to officially become his girlfriend that night  and of course I quickly responded Yes. Now it was the day of Homecoming and I had been thinking. Peter and I had done some sexual stuff but we hadn’t gone all the way. And I really wanted to. I wanted him to be my first (and hopefully my last too). So I had done my hair and makeup, slipped on a matching set of decent lingerie that I could hide under my dress, and put on my beautiful burgundy dress. I was nervous and excited to see Peter. He rarely ever dressed up, but when he did you could tell how muscular he actually was. When I heard the doorbell downstairs my heart began to pound in my chest. I was excited for the dance and nervous and excited for what might come afterwards. I had already told my parents that I was sleeping over at my friend Ruby’s house after the dance so they wouldn’t be expecting me back. Ruby had been totally down with the plan and even gave me a condom, which was currently inside the clutch purse I was holding. I walked downstairs and saw Peter standing in the doorway holding a corsage box. As soon as he saw me, his eyes darkened with an unfamiliar look and he gulped hard. “You look beautiful (Y/N).” He says, awe clear in his voice. “I got you this. May says it should work with your dress.” Peter explains, opening the corsage box. Inside was a beautiful white rose corsage with silver ribbon. “Peter it’s beautiful.” I gasp. He takes it out of the box and clasps it around my wrist all while my mother snaps about a million photos. He kisses me on the cheek not facing my parents and whispers in my ear “You look so stunning in that dress. But I think it would look better on my bedroom floor.” He pulls away and smiles. My eyes widen as what he just said sinks in. Was he thinking what I was thinking? I sure as hell hoped so.

My mom had dropped us off at the school after snapping about a million more pictures. I would be glad to have them later but I honestly just wanted to be alone with Peter. He led me inside and we got our tickets checked. He pulled me into the dimly lit gym filled with teenagers and directly onto the dance floor. “You really do look so beautiful tonight.” He says, kissing my lips as he held me tightly against him. We swayed along to the music. “Were you serious about what you said earlier?” I ask looking into his gorgeous brown eyes. “Serious as a heart attack. I want you.” He murmurs as he strokes my face with his hand. “I want you too.” I say with a small smile. We danced to about 4 more songs before Peter asked me “Are you ready to go?” I nodded and he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the back exit of the school. “We’re gonna travel my way.” He says warning me. I kick off my heels and grasp them tightly with my clutch.  He wraps his arm around my waist and shoots a web out of one of the hidden web shooters on his wrists. And suddenly we’re flying. I close my eyes because of the height but sooner than I expected we were standing on the fire escape outside Peter’s apartment. “May is gone for the weekend. She went to go see an old friend in DC.” He says, opening the window into his room. He steps in and holds out his hand to help me through. I step into his room and set my heels down. I turn to Peter and before I know it his hands are on either side of my face and he’s pinning me to a wall. He kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and onto my shoulder pushing down the strap of my dress. He sucks a dark mark into the soft skin of my neck and then makes his way back up to my lips. “May I?” Peter asks, gently tugging on the strap of my dress I nod and he unzips it and guides it down my body. His eyes study my body covered in the lace lingerie and they darken with….. lust? He picks me up and carries me over to his bed, being careful not to hit my head on the top bunk. He lays me down and removes his webshooters, jacket, shirt, and pants leaving him only in boxers. He crawls onto the bed and positions himself so that he is kneeled in between my thighs. I lean up to kiss him and curl my fingers in his tousled brown hair. He kisses me back passionately and grinds his lower half against mine. I moan lightly and he groans at the contact. He looks into my eyes and asks “How much do you like this lingerie?” “Not very much it’s older and I got it on sale and-” he cuts me off by tearing the bodysuit in two, pulling it from my body. I go to cover myself but he holds my arms back. “No.” He growls studying my quickly hardening nipples. He leans down and takes on in his mouth, sucking and swirling his tongue around the bud. He looks up as he does this to see my reaction. He switches and continues on my other nipple. I slide my hand down his body until I find the tent in his boxers. I rub my hand against it making him growl. He removes his mouth from my breast, making me whine at the loss of contact. His hand slides down to the Apex of my thighs. He slides one finger into my wetness and I moan, loving the foreign feeling. “God you’re so wet and ready for me.” He says removing his finger from me and putting it in his mouth, tasting me. He moves one hand to slide down his boxers as he kisses me roughly. I want nothing more than to stretch you out over my cock princess.” He says, revealing his hard cock. It was so big. How would that fit? “It’ll fit just fine sweetheart don’t worry.” He says, hand on my chin to make me meet his eyes. He reaches onto his nightstand and grabs a condom. I guess I wasn’t the only one prepared. He tore it open with his teeth and slid it onto his penis. “Are you ready?” He asks moving so that his tip was pressed against my entrance. I nodded and he gently pressed into me. The stretch was a little uncomfortable but not painful. He fully seated himself inside me and then began to thrust. The friction had me seeing stars. I was moaning like a wanting whore as he fucked me. He couldn’t hold back his moans, so he put his head into the crook of my neck and muffled then against my skin. I knew I wouldn’t last long and judging by his noises he wouldn’t either. He picked up his pace and moved on had to my clit circling it with his finger. The pressure in my stomach was becoming almost too much to bear. Peters thrusts became rougher and faster. He thrust into me one last time and he and I came, our screams of each other’s names filling the air. Once my aftershocks were over he pulled out of me and threw the condom away. “I love you so much, (Y/N).” He whispers into my ear, spooning me. “I love you too, Peter.” I respond sweetly. We then both drifted into an exhausted sleep.

Like Father Like Stepson

Pairing: Louis Tomlinson & Harry Styles (Larry)

Genre: Smut

Warnings: Daddy Kink, Underage, Bdsm, Slightly non-con scene 

Word Count: 7500

Summary: Louis has a complicated life being the stepson of prestigious business executive Harry Styles. It doesn’t help that he is forced to live along side two annoying step brothers Liam and Niall. With Louis’ bad temper and lack of boundaries, quite the eventful week is about to ensue. 

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Just Benefits, Not Friends - Stiles  (part 1)

.Request: OMG I love your work! It’s all so amazing! I have a request actually. Can you write a Stiles “Friends with beneftis” type of thing? I’ve seen you write smutty stuff previously… Anyway, if you can do it, thank you <3

God damn it. I only wanted to make a quick friends with benefits type of thing. But NOO… I had to go full crazy mode and write way too much. 
Well, guess what. This is going to have more parts. 

I think that the tutle sums it up pretty nicely.

Word count: 2525

Warnings: mention of nudity, smut, underage drinking, cheating, swearing

part 2 

Originally posted by pauily

“Soo,” you said, looking down at your hands. It was much more awkward than you expected it to be.

“Are we doing this?” Stiles, asked. It was quite obvious that he was stressed.

“Only if you want to.” you said, now becoming unsure yourself. For the first time that evening, Stiles looked into your eyes. “I do. I really need this” This was the whole encouragement the both of you needed. As soon as he said those words, you jumped up from your place on the couch and straddled him, with a passionate kiss.  

“God, I hate you so much,” you moaned out once his lips moved to your neck.


It all started on Saturday. You were getting ready for a party at Lydia’s place.

“Oh my god, this will look so good on you,” Lydia squealed as she showed you a short dress. She threw it at you, which was a sign that said: PUT. IT. ON. You laughed and quickly went to the bathroom to change.

When you came back, Lydia gasped: “Wow, it’s even better than I thought. I am a genius.”

“Everyone knows that, Lyds,” you smiled and looked into the mirror. This dress definitely showed a lot. Your ass was barely covered and your boobs were practically spilling out of it.

“You sure about that,” you asked your friends as you looked at yourself, “isn’t it a bit too much. Or actually, too little?”

“I think you look hot. Every guy will drool over you.”

“I’m not sure my boyfriend would like that.”

“Who cares. You can still have some fun right.”  Suddenly your phone buzzed. Lydia picked it up and checked it. “Speaking of the devil.” she handed you the phone and you saw that he had send you a picture. You opened it and almost immediately dropped the phone with a scream, It bounced on the bed right next to Lydia’s leg.

“What happened did he - OH MY GOD! What the hell?” she started to laugh and put the phone back down on the bed.

“Stop it!’ you threw a pillow at her, but couldn’t help it but smile a bit too. Lydia threw the pillow back. She picked up the phone to look at the picture again. “Has he send you more of these,” she asked.

“No, and stop looking. That’s my boyfriend that you’re staring at!”

“But why did he send you that?”

“I don’t know. Maybe he thinks -”

“Wait, he’s typing,” Lydia said. The two of you look on the screen as the three dots moved up and down as your boyfriend was (hopefully) explaining why he had just send that.

Can’t stop thinking about last night ;)
U ready for tonight?

“(Y/N)! Did you guys do it last night? You told me you were studying with Malia.” she slapped you on the arm, but you were only half listening.

“Lydia. I was studying with Malia last night… and I’m not seeing him tonight.” tears were forming in the corners of your eyes. It all made sense now. “He, he told me that he couldn’t go to the party tonight because he w-was…” you started crying. Lydia got up and walked over to the other side of the bed where you were sitting.

“Shh. it’s okay. Call him.”

“What! I can’t call him now.”

“Yes you can and you will. You have to let him know what a dirty piece of shit he is.” she handed you your phone and gave you that kind of look that only she could give anyone.

“Fine,” you groaned and got your phone. It took you only a few clicks and the phone was ringing. The picture of you and your boyfriend kissing was shining brightly on the screen. Before you always thought it was so cute, but now it made you sick. After a few rings he finally picked up.

“Hey babe.”

“Hi sweetie. Whatcha doin?” you asked in the sweetest voice you could possibly use.

“Er - nothing. Just watching some tv. You?”

“ I was planning on going to that party I told you about, you remember that. But actually, I’m not sure if I want to go anymore as you won’t be there. Do you maybe want to hang out tonight?” Lydia gave a confused look, but you just shushed her and listened to the answer of your lying scumbag of a boyfriend.

“I would love to babe, but I made plans with the guys tonight.”

“That’s weird. You told me that you didn’t have plans tonight.”

“It was a bit of a last minute thing.”

“Well, have fun tonight with the bitch you’ll be fucking,’ you said with a wide smile, “just remember for next time you send a dick pic: make sure you send it to the right person…and oh yeah, it’s over,” and with that you hang up. As soon as the picture of the two of you disappeared you went to your contacts and blocked his number.

“Well done, girl.”

“Thanks. Now I can at least wear what the hell I want without feeling bad.”

“And we are so gonna get drunk.”

“Definitely” you agreed.


4 hours later, you and Lydia were ready to go. Your makeup and hair was on point and you had found an amazing pair of heels to match the dress that Lydia gave to you.

“I think Scott and Stiles will be here in a minute,” she said as she checked her phone.

“Wait, Scott and Stiles?”

“Yes, they are picking us up in the jeep. I thought I told you that.”

“Well, you didn’t.”

“Oh c’mon, (Y/N), Are you seriously still mad at him about that. It was years ago.”

“Maybe, but he is still acting like an arrogant dick. I just got rid of one asshole in my life and right now, I don’t need another one.”

“Don’t be so melodramatic.” she rolled her eyes.

“I am NOT being -” but you couldn’t finish your sentence as you were interrupted by the loud noise of a car horn. “How classy.” you said.”

“They aren’t our dates, they’re just giving us a ride. Let’s get going.” She opened the door and literally pushed you outside. Just like you expected, the blue jeep was parked at the end of the driveway. Scott and Stiles were talking inside. They looked as if they were arguing about something. When they noticed that you were standing outside, Scott stopped talking to Stiles and waved at you. Stiles just rolled his eyes.

“Hey guys,” Lydia said as she opened the door to the backseat of the jeep. She got in and you followed quickly. Stiles said a high, but that was it. You sat down and didn’t say a word either.

“Hey (Y/N),” Scott said. You gave him a small handwave.

“What? Grumpy that your boyfriend isn’t here to suck your face off.” Stiles grinned.

“Shut up Stilinski!” you told him and started to look out the window. But before, from the corner of your eye, you could see Lydia slap the back of Stiles’ head. It did make you feel a bit better.


You have hated Stiles ever since you met. It was the first day of High School and you didn’t know anybody as you had just moved to Beacon Hills with your mom.

You were standing at your locker in a break, when somebody bumped into you and spilled their drink on your back.

“What the hell!” you screamed. You turned around and saw him. Stiles was laughing his little ass off, while your back was soaking wet. “Sorry,” he managed to say between laughs.

“No, you’re not.”

“Hey, it was just an accident. Don’t have to be such a bitch about it.”  

“And you don’t have to be suck jerk.”

And you never stopped arguing since.

“We’re here.” Stiles stopped the jeep and you immediately got out. Without waiting for Lydia (because you knew she would catch up even before you got to the front door) you made your way towards the big house filled with drunk teenagers. In need of some alcohol, you walked fast.

“(Y/N), wait!” Lydia caught up with you not even two seconds later.

“I need a drink. Like, right now.” you said. Pushing open the door, you realised that this was no average party. Literally the whole school was there. It was only a good sign, because that meant that there was a lot to drink.

As soon as you stepped in, you were offered a drink by the host. You didn’t recognize, but couldn’t help but notice that he was really cute. You picked up the shot glass from the tray he was holding and easily drank it.

“And there is much more where that came from.”

“Could you show me then,” you asked with a smirk. He returned the favour and told you to follow him. Unfortunately, Lydia stopped you.

“Don’t go and spoil the fun, Martin.” the guy said.

“Go and be a fuckboy somewhere else, Andrews.”  she said. The boy gave a quick wink and walked off.

“Let’s get something to drink.” without waiting for an answer, you pulled her with you to the kitchen. It was surprisingly not that full. There was a table in the middle of it, with every inch covered with some kind of bottle. You walked over to it and started to examine what was in front of you.

“Holy shit, they’ve got Polish Spirytus.”

“Isn’t that like, 90% pure alcohol?”

“95 actually.” you said as you unscrewed the bottle and took a plastic shot glass from a stack. You filled it to the rim and drowned it in one. It burned your whole mouth, but it was worth it.

“I wonder how they got it. I think it’s illegal in most of the states,” you said as you put the bottle down.

“Can you promise me not to drink that anymore.”

“Yeah. one is more than enough for me, Lyds. Don’t worry.” Lydia poured herself a drink and left.


The party had been going on for already a few hours and you maybe had left the kitchen once… to go to the toilet. You had not drank an insane amount of alcohol, but it was definitely not healthy. At one point it was only you in it. Then Stiles came in. a drink in his hand and he was followed by some girl.

“So you’re on the Lacrosse team, huh,” she looked rather impressed. You turned around from them and did your best not to burst out in laughter. Your drunk mind could not handle this right now.

“I guess, you could say that. I haven’t played a lot yet, but - wait!” before he could even finish his pathetic story, the girl rolled her eyes and left him. It was rather clear that he had given up as he didn’t even try to go after her. He just walked to the table with bottles, opened one without looking what it actually was and took a shot of it.

“Bad luck with the ladies?” you said.

“Even worse now that I see you’re here.” he rolled his eyes at you.

“No need to be so rude. Just trying to be sympathetic.”

“That’s a first,” he laughed, “how would you know how I feel. I don’t think I have ever seen you without some stupid jock walking behind you like on a leash.”

“There is no jock here right now, is there?”

“I guess.”

“Let’s be honest, Stiles. This night sucked for the both of us, let’s not make it a competition to see who’s sucked more.”

“I would probably win,” he mumbled, “I probably tried to talk to every girl here, and they all blew me off. It’s starting to become really depressing.”

“No need to be so hard on yourself.” you said.

“Easy for you. Everyone loves you.”

“That’s not true. You hate me and Steven apparently doesn’t like me either.”  

“You broke up?”

“If you can call “him sending me a dick pic that was supposed to go to another bitch and then me dumping his cheap ass” breaking up, then yes, we broke up.” you said and took another sip from your glass.

“Oh, sorry.”

“Not your fault, is it?”

“No, I meant about the thing I said to you in the jeep.”

“Oh that.” you chugged the rest of your drink down when an idea popped up into your drunk brain.

“Hey, Stiles” you caught his attention, “how desperate are you?”

“Please don’t call me desperate. But, yeah. I would like some action.” that was everything you needed to hear. As you stepped closer to the boy you thought how you never would have done this if you were sober. But neither of you were, so who cares? Right?

Before he could ask you what the hell you were doing, you kissed him. It was a kiss like you’ve never had before. It surprised you that Stiles had not pulled away. Maybe he was really desperate. Maybe he was so drunk that he didn’t know how to move anymore. Maybe it was both, but he was kissing you back so you didn’t care. Somehow your hands found its way to gripping his soft hair as one of his arms (the other hand was still holding his drink) was draped around your waist.

The kiss had turned into a full-on makeout session and you were praying to every god you knew that nobody would walk in on you. You were in no rush into making this stop. Unfortunately Stiles was. He pulled away from you and even took a step back.

“What just happened?” he looked really confused.

“We sort of kissed.”

“Yeah, but why? We hate each other, remember?”

“I do. But I also remember how you said that no girl wanted to talk to you.”

“I didn’t say that nobody wanted to talk to me!”  

“Whatever. I just thought,” you looked at Stiles a bit unsure, “seen that you probably finally want to have a sex life and I don’t have a boyfriend anymore, we could…”

“Become friends with benefits?”

“For that, we would have to be friends first.”  you laughed.

“How would this work exactly?” he raised an eyebrow. You smirked and stepped a bit closer to him. Closing the gap that he had created before.

“It’s quite simple. If one of us, ever has some urges or needs, we can just help each other out.” you said as you traced some circles on his arm. The alcohol was really changing you into a different person. A person who Stiles clearly liked, because seconds later he said: “Fine, I’m in.”

“Good.” you whispered into his ear. You could feel him hitch a breath and that was your sign to back up. “Well, I’ll see you around. And one more thing,” you said before you stepped out of the kitchen, “I do not have sex with someone I haven’t made out with.”

“But you have made out with me, like just a moment ago.”

“At least a few times. I’m not a slut. Remember that, Stilinski.”