#dylan x reader

wear something sexy, she said. talking about your best friend of course.

out of all the costumes you could’ve chosen, you had you opted with the not that basic formula 1 driver. the costume showed off your figure extremely well, flattering you.

the process of getting ready wasn’t that long this time considering the costume didn’t need any fixing up. once you were ready you headed to the party and now you found yourself leaning against the counter of the house where the party was taking place.

a red solo cup in one hand and your phone in the other. your friend was somewhere among the crowd partying and having fun. you stood beside the counter scrolling through instagram until you felt another presence beside you.

you turned and met a pair of blue eyes. “i like your costume.” he complimented. the first thing you notice about this man is not only his bright eyes but also his bright pink hair.

it’s not every day you talk to someone with pink hair. “thank you.. i like your hair.” you smiled, sipping your drink.

the man squinted his eyes in suspicion. “do you mean that or are you just saying that because that’s the first thing you noticed about me.” he pressed his lips together to suppress his smile.

you rolled your eyes. oh this guy thinks he’s funny.. “no! i’m serious, i like your hair. it’s very unique.” you laughed, pulling out a big grin from him as well. he squinted his eyes as he laughed.

his mouth moved once again but this time you couldn’t hear him over the music. you let him know but he couldn’t hear you either. he then looked around and waved you over to follow him.

you both found yourself outside in the backyard under a gazebo that was decorated with colorful lights. “i said unique isn’t always a good thing.” he shrugged, getting closer toward you.

you tilted your head. “seems like someone’s said something about your hair in the past, huh? you’re very skeptical.” you raised a brow. he frowned and put his hands up in defense.

you both continued for what seemed like 30 minutes but when you checked the time on your phone it was nearly 1 and there were many more drunk people present than there were before.

“so i meant to ask, how did you find yourself here at this amazing party?” he spoke. you both were sat on a swinging bench.

“my friend invited me here.” you fiddled with the cup that once held your drink.

he hummed. “where are they now?” the way he was sitting back against the bench looking straight into your soul had you thinking.. things.

you shrugged your shoulders. “don’t know.. think she found some guy. i just let her do her thing. i’m not afraid to be alone.”

dylan admired you for that, for not being afraid of being alone. it was attractive to him. “well you’re not alone. you got me.” he grinned, his eyes low. you both looked at each other for a few seconds, your gaze talking amongst themselves. you looked down and blushed. dylan noticed and poked his cheek with his tongue. “you wanna go somewhere else?”

somewhere else? you knew where this was coming from but at this point, you didn’t care, you knew he found you as attractive as you found him — why not act on it?

you nodded before you both stood up and headed inside. “wanna go to mine?” he mentioned.

you thought about it before nodding once more. “yeah sure.” you smiled and he licked his bottom lip with a laugh. he made sure you walked in front of him through the crowd of people before you both walked to the front yard and toward his car.

he opened the door for you to climb in before closing it and crossing over to the driver's side. you pulled out your phone to text your friend.

to mya 👩‍❤️‍💋‍👩:

don’t wait up, i met a guy and he is super chill super nice, and yes im sober, love u!!

you drove for 10 minutes max before he pulled up to a condo complex. he parked in his garage and climbed out opening the door for you once more. “welcome to my humble home.” he chuckled offering you his hand. you took it happily and climbed out of the car.

he closed the door and placed his hand on your back guiding you to his door. you both stepped inside and you were met with his room.

hie bedroom had a door toward his own bathroom and then to the garage. he was clean and organized, with nothing on the floor and nothing that seemed dirty. a big turn-off for you was usually if someone was dirty and unorganized.

you set your bag down on the floor beside his bed. “very organized. i love.” you stated still looking around the room. he had a lot of posters and a few guitars strung up in the walls “do you play?” i pointed.

he looked toward his instruments. “yeah kinda, i’m part of a band, wallows. don’t know if you’ve ever heard of us.”

you tried to remember and realized you’d heard a song of theirs a while ago. are you bored yet?

“wait yeah i have heard you guys. never knew. so wait what’s your name, never got it.” you say on his bed.

he followed closely sitting closer than he was at the party. “dylan.” he offered his hand. you looked at him then at his hand and grinned. “and yours?”

you went ahead and shook his hand. “y/n..” he kept your hand in his grasp, refusing to let it go.

“you’re very beautiful y/n.” his voice sounded confident and sultry. the way he looked in his bedroom lighting had you clenching your thighs together.

“are you going to kiss me or what?” you shot at him. he smiled at your comment. it was like an eternity before his grasp on your hand tightened and pulled yours toward him to connect your lips with his. it was strong and coming as he placed hands on your face, one settled on the back of your head. your hands immediately went around his neck and your legs straddled his waist.

he gripped your hips with force opening his mouth into the kiss. you did the same feeling his tongue enter your mouth fighting for dominance. you easily gave it up moaning into his mouth.

you felt his hardness growing beneath you the more you both were locked in the heated kiss. he groaned when you over ever so slightly on top of him. “so beautiful.” he gasped as he pulled away. “can i make you feel good pretty girl?” he kissed your lips a few times.

you nodded, feeling entranced by the way he looked. his hair disheveled and lips an irritated red. he stood up with you as you clung to his waist and laid you down on the bed. he stood up and removed his shirt before hovering over you. he started off by kissing your lips then your cheek then trailed them to your neck. he licked and sucked love bites bringing up your blood to your skin.

he hummed against your skin. “gonna let me take this off you?” his hands smoothed up your body over the leather of your costume.

you bit your lip and laughed. “been thinking about it all night.” you said breathlessly. he chuckled before reaching in the back and unclasping what held the top part together. he then moved down to the zipper and pulled it down. you then helped him by removing it off the top of your body and he did the rest pulling it down and tossing it to the ground.

beneath your costume you wore a black lacy but dainty lingerie set, always wanting to feel sexy regardless if anyone was going to have the privilege of seeing it.

dylan knelt down and swiftly brought his fingers toward your panties. he pressed down in your clothes clit. “can feel how wet you are... need to taste you so bad.” he whispered through the dark, barely getting to see his face because of the small lamp that lit up the room.

he brought himself closer to your center pushing your panties to the side. you swear you heard a tiny whimper escape him as he took a kitten lick. you tried your best to keep your legs open for him as he began to take another lick.

he ended up pulling back and removing your underwear fully before settling down in between your thighs. you bit your lip when you felt his breath blow into your sex. he looked up at you through his lashes before latching his lips onto your pussy. your mouth opened up at the sensation letting out a sigh.

he sucked and made the most pornographic sounds. “god… taste so fuckin’ sweet. gonna give me a sugar high.” he groaned against your pussy, the vibrations sending a jolt through you. “didn’t even need to do all that trick or treating shit, got my sweet thing right in front of me.” he smirked, scanning your face for a reaction.

your hand connected with his hair tugging on it gently. the stimulation from dylan’s tongue was so anticipated it had brought you closer and closer to release faster than you thought.

the more dylan spent time eating you out the more your legs started to shake. “fuck — right there dylan, gonna make me come so fucking good.” you moaned throwing your head back against the duvet.

dylan didn’t want you to cum yet, he desperately needed you to cum around him so he sucked on your folds one last time before climbing up your body. he kissed you while your brain still had been fuzzy from the pleasure of his mouth.

you felt his body heat leave from on top of you then you proceeded to hear the clinks of his belt buckle. you heard him toss it to the ground before speaking up. “want me to wear a condom?” his voice was low and hoarse. you looked up and saw how hard this man was.

you shook your head. “no jus… just fuck me please.” you pleaded, needing him buried deep inside you.

he nodded grateful for your answer not thinking about any consequences that could come up in the future. he dropped his pants and boxers down before stepping out of them. he then removed his top and returned to his spot above you once again. he pumped himself a few times before nudging your entrance. “ready baby?” he questioned earning an eager nod. “c’mon, wanna hear your pretty voice say it.” he whispered kissing your neck.

your chest moved up and down as you muttered the words dylan was looking for. “mhm... i’m ready. please just need you inside me.”

that’s all he needed before he obliged and inched inside you. you felt yourself become full. he stretched you out so good. your hands gripped the bed sheets before holding onto his back. your nails dug into his skin as he pulled out then pushed back into you with slight force.

his tip nudged your g spot over and over causing your stomach to swirl and tighten with each push. his head fell into the crook of your neck, loving the way you wrapped around him so good. “fucking made for me.” he stated groaning in your ear.

the sounds he made just pushed you further and further toward your orgasm. your eyes squinted shut. “shit! so so good dylan. gonna cum soon.” you moaned threading your right hand in his hair. your legs wrapped around his own waist allowing dylan to hit deep inside you. the new angle bringing a new feel and sensation.

his thrusts began to move faster and harsher. “go ‘head, gonna cum too — fuck — cum all over my dick, yeah?” he rasped, his words were just what you needed to spasm and scream his name as you reached your release. your legs shook and your hands scraped up his back.

dylan followed, letting go fully wants he knew you had reached your high. his cum filled you up so good and dylan didn’t stop fucking it back into you. his hips faltered feeling the overstimulation and became sloppier but he pushed through regardless. as he slowed he saw his cum practically leaking out of your tight pussy with a smile plastered on his face.

you lay there as he surveyed the way you had been fucked dumb. he looked so good with the fucked-out look he had on and his disheveled pink hair. “nice to meet you dylan.” you wore a lazy smile.

he licked his top lip. “wanna get to know you more if that’s okay.” he smiled, laying beside you falling onto his back.

you pretended to think before looking toward him. “hmm, sure i guess.” you shrugged followed by a giggle.

It was never really a relationship. You'd been mates since you were kids, knocking about Derby with fuck all to do until you were old enough to knock about in Manchester instead. You'd kissed, you'd had sex, you'd shared a flat for five and a half weeks until Dylan moved in with Matt and left you in the lurch with the rent. Half his things were still cluttering up the flat, owing to the fact you were the one doing his laundry because Matt's machine hadn't worked since he moved in and neither of the boys could be arsed to get it fixed. Dylan hadn't even given you his set of keys for the flat, treating your bed like a rest stop when he was too pissed up and sky high after a night out to remember he wasn't supposed to live there anymore. It was never supposed to be a relationship, but every time he walked in with that stupid grin and takeout for two, you wanted it to be.

You looked around at the peeling wallpaper and the stained carpet, remnants of the people who had lived there before you lingering because redecorating cost money you just didn't have to spare. If you were smart, you'd pack up and move back to Derby. Your mum and dad would take you in in a heartbeat, and you could probably talk your way back into your old job if you put a little charm into it, but that meant leaving behind Dylan and you weren't sure you had it in you to abandon him. You had stuck together from playground trouble to the plight of the dole. You'd be leaving a piece of yourself in Manchester with him.

"You have got to hear this. This is audio gold," Dylan announced as he let himself in, brandishing a bootleg cassette like a golden chalice. He slid it into the player sitting on the kitchen counter and turned it up so loud you almost wept for the woman next door with the baby that never slept through the night. Almost. She was a pretentious bitch that looked down her nose whenever she copped Dylan leaving in the early hours, like you were the single mother fighting for child support from a maybe-father.

Dylan closed his eyes and moved his body to the music, hands rhythmically alternating in the air. The carefree grin he wore when he was in the zone always made your heart feel tighter. You rolled your shoulders and started to dance in your chair, nodding your head to the beat. Dylan pulled you to your feet, moving his body around yours in abstract shapes with enough enthusiasm to create the world's only two-man rave.

"Coming out tonight?"

"Haven't got enough for the door."

"Don't worry about that, I'll get you in. Matt and I have something planned. Come on. Come out tonight. It's never as good without you." Dylan shot your conviction down with a pet lip, hands clapping together like he was praying to you.

"Alright!" you relented. "Pick me up on the way. I've gotta get changed after my shift."

"Yes! Out on the town with my best girl!"

"Dickhead," you laughed and shoved him.

"My sweetheart? My darling. Princess! No… beloved light of my life." Dylan cackled when you whipped him with a twisted tea towel. "Did you have a chance to sort out those boiler suits? Can't rob a fag machine in my England shirt, can I? I'll look a right tit banging on about switches and faults looking like I'm there for a piss up."

"Dylan, babe," you hung your arms over his shoulders and kissed him. "You look like a tit on your best days."

"Oh very funny," Dylan shook his head. "I don't know why I come here."

"Sex, food and laundry services. Usually in that order."

"You should be a comedian. You'd fit right in with the other wankers."

You laughed and dropped your head between your elbows, "Fuck you too. The suits are on the back of the bedroom door. I even ironed them for you."

"You, my lovely, are Derby's shining star." Dylan gave you a brief kiss, "I'll show you a good time later, yeah? I'm late already." He moved into the hallway, slipping a tenner into your jacket while you weren't looking. "Oh and keep the tape! Made that one up for you last night. Got loads of proper tunes on it."

Matt was leaning against the van when Dylan got outside, watching him panting to catch his breath. Sometimes Dylan wondered if there was a vendetta at the council to make sure every lift in the north broke down before anyone bothered to fix them. "What the fuck took you so long?"

"Matt. Mate. You can't just run in, grab shit and get out. You gotta sweeten the ladies up a bit. She's not a doormat."

"Did I say she was? Didn't need to spend twenty minutes picking up two suits though, did you?"

"God help any girls you get with." Dylan pulled on his boiler suit and got in the passenger seat.

"What part of this are you not getting?" Matt zipped his own suit up and started driving, speeding to make up time. "If we don't get in early enough, the landlord will stop us. If we fuck it up, we don't have any coin to get into the rave tonight."

"If there is a rave tonight." Dylan huffed, leaning against the window and watching the road race beneath them.

"Don't start. The Captain is never wrong about a party."

"You have got to get out of his arse, Matthew. You've never even met the geezer. He's probably a right cunt."

"You're a cunt. He's the real deal."

"Yeah, well, if there is a party then I promised our laundrette we'd pick her up on the way so he better not go radio silent tonight."

"Here we go."

"Shut up, Matthew."

Dylan hit play on the cassette player, letting the music wash over him. It was the same song he'd played for you and it dragged his mind back to that moment. Flashes came between the lines of the road across his vision of those pockets of bliss where it was just the two of you. He didn't know if he'd have ever really left Derby if you hadn't been by his side; he knew he wouldn't have lasted in Manchester as long as he had without you to lean on. You were more than his best mate, you were the constant that kept him going through the hard times, and one day he was determined to pay you back for it all. He didn't notice when the van stopped.

Matt shut off the music. "You ready?"

Dylan faced him. "Let's have it."

They walked into the pub through the open fire door. Dylan held back, keeping his eye out for any additional staff and the landlord while Matt did the talking to the woman smoking behind the bar. "All right, love. We're here about the fag machine."

"What about it?"

"Ah, your coin dispenser needs a new trip switch."

"Eh?"

"It's proper fucked, love." Dylan backed him up.

"Well I'll go get t' landlord, he's still bed," the bartender flicked her ash and turned toward the back.

"Oh, don't worry about it. We've got a new one in the van. Just be two ticks." Matt fobbed her off as he and Dylan lifted the machine out the door.

"Hurting my back, this is, Matthew," Dylan huffed.

"Good, that means it's full."

"Can we not park closer to the fucking doors next time?" He reached ahead to open the boot.

"What you fucking doing, you fucking little bastards?!" The landlord shouted out of the window above them.

Dylan caught the machine as Matt ran around to the driver's seat. "Oh, yeah, fucking lovely, Matt! I'll break my back while you play fucking Buggy Boy up there. Leave me to graft. I want a bigger percentage for this one, mate." He finally shoved it in and climbed on top of the machine to pull the boot shut.

The engine stalled on them. "Oh, mate!" Matt kept turning the key, watching in disgust as the landlord ran out of the pub bare bollocks naked to attack the van.

"What the fuck!" Dylan could've gone his whole life without seeing some pervy old cunt's sagging cock bouncing in his face.

"Give me my fucking machine back, you little bollocks!" The landlord opened the boot and grabbed Dylan by the ankle. He tried not to look as he kicked himself free, crawling deeper into the van to escape. "Who do you think you are?!"

"Matthew! Drive, drive, drive, drive, drive!" Dylan shouted, clawing towards the front. His shoe came off in the landlord's hand, making him fall back far enough for Dylan to yank the boot shut again. "You dirty, dodgy bastard!"

The van finally came to life and Matt put his foot down to get them out of there.

Stiles Stilinski. Your twin brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve had a crush on for forever. He’s had feelings for you, as well, but chose not to act on it. He masked it with a crush on Lydia and then dated Malia. It made you sad seeing him and Malia kissing and all that, and in turn… it hurt him. 

It hurt him because his best friend’s feelings got hurt on his account. So, he decided then that he didn’t want to be with Malia anymore if it was making his best friend hurt. Of course, Malia wasn’t too thrilled that he was putting his best friend over his girlfriend, but in time, she came to understand… plus, she had mad feelings for someone else.

Stiles had stood on your doorstep, waiting for you to come down after your mom had answered the door. With tear stricken cheeks, you had stood in front of your best friend, listening to him explain everything before giving him the biggest hug.

“You didn’t have to break up with her, though,” you had said.

“Eh, she had feelings for someone else, anyway,” he replied.

Looking at each other, you both smiled and said Theo’s name at the same, laughing at the fact that you both were completely in sync.

That was three months ago.

Today, you, Scott and Stiles were standing in the living room of your first ever college apartment, looking around at the furniture that your mom and Stiles’ dad brought up. They stayed until the bedrooms were a little bit put together, the living room furniture was up, and most of the pizza was eaten.

With a big smile on your face, you stretched your arms out, saying, “Can you freaking believe it?! Our own apartment!”

The boys chuckled, adjusting their ballcaps. 

Slapping your hands on the other part of your thighs, your smile fell. “You aren’t excited? We’re gonna be living without our parents for the first time in our lives!” At seeing their eyebrows meeting their hairlines, you sighed loudly. “Okay, fine. Don’t be excited. I am gonna get a slice of pizza and head to my new bedroom to be excited… alone!”  

You heard chuckles behind you as you closed your new bedroom door. Leaning against it, you sighed to yourself. Sure, you saw yourself living with Stiles and Scott, but… more so Stiles… alone… as a couple.

Scott and Stiles had sat down on the couch, TV turned on to the latest Mets game for Stiles. He looked towards the hallway where the bedrooms were, quietly releasing the deep breath he had taken.

“Don’t worry,” Scott said. “She’ll come around.” Looking back at his best friend, Stiles replied, “What are you talking about?”

Chuckling, Scott threw his head back before looking at Stiles to say, “I can smell the chemosignals all over the both of you. I don’t see why you never asked her out.”

“Uhm, because she’s your sister and I didn’t want you to kick my ass,” Stiles spoke. “Plus, I know for a fact she doesn’t like me like that.”

“How do you know?”

“Because all she does is talk about some guy in our class and how happy he makes her.” Stiles looked down at his lap, messing with his fingers. “She’ll never see me as anything but her twin’s best friend.”

Without missing a beat, Scott replied, “You underestimate her too much.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked, looking at this best friend, eyebrows drawn together.

“I can literally smell the chemosignals on the two of you. It’s quite annoying, actually.”

Sighing, Stiles tilted his back on the couch. “What should I do then?”

“I don’t know,” Scott said. “Maybe talk to her? You never know what she’s thinking unless you actually have a fucking conversation with her.” He looked over at his best friend before sighing. “Look, I know she’s my sister, and I’m okay with the two of you pursuing… whatever. Just make sure that I’m your best man at the wedding. And… take it slow.”

All Stiles could do was nod his head and look back towards the hallway, not knowing that you were sitting at your door, listening to every word that was said between your brother… and your crush.

~~~

“Stiles, quit.” Silence for a moment. “Stiles. Quit.” Another moment of silence. “Stiles!”

“What’s going on?” Scott asked.

“Stiles won’t quit messing with me,” you said, typing on your laptop. “I’m trying to focus on my work and he won’t quit doing one of two things; poking me or throwing popcorn.”

“What are you? Five?” Scott asked.

You looked at your twin, softly smirking at the death stare he was giving his best friend. “Would you quit fucking messing with her? She’s got a paper due tomorrow.”

Stiles looked at you, eyes narrowed as you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re such a child.”

“You’re the one who won’t leave me alone!” you exclaimed. “Don’t you have your own work to do for your classes?”

Leaning back, he tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Finished it all.”

“Uh-huh. And what about your criminal justice class?” you asked, an eyebrow cocked.

All movement from Stiles stopped as he quickly thought about it, jumping up from his seat, spilling all the popcorn from the bowl he had in his lap onto the floor in his haste to get into his room to finish his homework.

You looked at Scott, as he slowly looked over his shoulder at you before the two of you couldn’t control your laughter. At the sound of Stiles’ voice yelling at the two of you to shut up caused your laughter to come out even harder, the spazz smiling to himself at hearing the one sound he loved more than anything; your laugh.

~~~

Papers were all over the table, your third cup of coffee almost empty, empty take out containers where papers weren’t, a loud sigh coming from one of you every few minutes. Finals were in a few days, so the three of you were studying your asses off, needing to pass these finals before the Spring semester.

You went to take another sip of your coffee before you realized the cup was empty. Groaning, you got up from the table, looking at your brother and best friend. “You guys good on coffee or do you need more?”

At the same time, Scott and Stiles looked into their cups, Scott holding his up. “I’ll take another cup.”

Reaching for his cup, you took it from his hand, looking over at Stiles, who was already making to stand. He looked at you and nodded with his head in the direction of the kitchen. “Your hands would be full. Come on.”

You watched his back as he retreated the few feet to the kitchen, your feet moving when he looked back at you, the coffee pot in hand. Once you were by his side, you looked at the pot, grimacing, “I need to make more.”

“I got it,” he said, already moving to pour the rest of the coffee into your cup.

You couldn’t help but look at his profile as he moved, the tension in your body almost becoming apparent. A throat clearing had you looking at Scott, his lip up in disgust the smallest bit. What you didn’t notice was Stiles turning his head over his shoulder to look at his best friend before putting his eyes back down on you, letting the moment take over as he leaned in a little closer.

Your mouth dropped open, forgetting for a moment Scott was sitting in the next room. He shook his head, looking back down at his papers, going back to studying. Sighing to yourself, you looked back at Stiles, seeing his eyes already on you. But what shocked you about looking back at him was the fact that he was so close to you, your lips almost brushed together.

Taking a shaky breath, you closed your eyes, not wanting this to be the moment you finally kissed Stiles. You watched each other for a moment, eyes dancing between the others eyes and lips before you closed your eyes, readying yourself.

Stiles was more than ready to be with you, but because of Scott, he didn’t want to do that to his best friend by dating his sister. It didn’t matter that Scott basically gave him the okay to date you. Stiles felt that he would be, almost betraying Scott by being with you.

The moment you were waiting for never came, however, as Stiles had moved back to his seat, going back to studying. As he sat down, he mentally beat himself up about not kissing you. You cleared your throat, turning to walk to your room, where you pressed your back to your door and slid to the floor, trying to control your breathing.

~~~

“This is the stupidest movie I’ve ever seen.” “It’s not stupid.”

“Yes, it is.”

“How?”

Stiles looked at you as you challenged him, your brows raised. He sighed and said, “It’s about a ship sinking!”

“It’s more than just about the ship,” you said. “Titanic is a classic! It’s a love story while also being about the sinking of the ship.”

“I know what it’s about,” Stiles deadpanned. “You’ve made me watch it a million times. I don’t want to watch a movie about a sinking ship. I’d rather watch–”

“I’m not watching Star Wars,” you interrupted.

“Star Wars is a classic!” he exclaimed. “More of a classic than Titanic.”

Looking from him back to the television, you raised a brow and said defiantly, “We’re finishing this movie.”

“No.”

“Then go in your room and watch your stupid movie while I watch mine.”

“So, you admit that this movie is stupid.”

“No! I’m admitting anything because it’s not.”

“But you just said–”

“I was talking about Star Wars.”

Smirking, Stiles said, “Yeah, sure,” before lightly shoving you. “I’m just messing with you.”

Shoving his hand from your shoulder, you mumbled to yourself, eyes back on the television in front of you. A few moments later, you jumped a little to your left, swatting Stiles’ hand away. “Stiles, quit.” Another light poke to your side as you tried not to smile. “Stiles, please.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re worse than Scott,” you said, screaming at the end when Stiles full on started a tickle attack on your sides. “Please!! Stop!! Stiles!!”

The smile on his face grew from ear to ear, Stiles loving the way you laughed when you were amused, especially in this moment. Since the two of you were sitting up against the back of the couch, he had pulled you into him, his fingers never stopping their attack.

“Stiles, please stop, it hurts!!” you said, your laughter dying out. 

He made quick to stop his attack on your sides, your head laying on his shoulder. You closed your eyes, sighing before you opened your eyes again, tilting your head back to look at him, the angle giving you sight of his chin.

Stiles tilted his head down, causing you to laugh a little. “What?” he asked.

Reaching up, you poked under his chin. “That gave you a double chin.”

He gently grabbed your hand, bringing the palm of your hand to his lips, the movement causing your breath to hitch. Locking eyes with you again, Stiles knew that he wanted this moment to be the one he kissed you. 

The moment, however, was interrupted by the deadbolt on the door unlocking, Scott walking through not a moment later. 

You glared at your brother, sending a death stare as you stood up. “You’re a fucking moment ruiner, you know that!” You walked to your room, slamming your door shut, falling face first onto your mattress, your muffled groans reaching Scott’s ears as he stood in the living room with Stiles still sitting on the couch, hands on his face.

“What happened?” Scott asked, confused. 

Sighing loudly, Stiles wiped his hands down his face, resting his hands on his thighs. “I think we were about to kiss and then you walked in.”

“Really?” Scott’s tone was almost one of… incredulity. “You were really about to kiss her?”

With an exasperated sigh, Stiles stood to look at his best friend. “Yes, Scott. I was. A perfect moment ruined.”

“Don’t let me ruin it,” Scott said, calmly. He knew exactly what was going on with the two of you. “Just snatch her up before someone else does.”

~~~

Finals were finally done, and you couldn’t be more than happy at that fact. You were laying on your couch, almost asleep when a knock was heard on the apartment door. Groaning, you got up to answer it, opening the door to see none-other than Malia standing on the other side, a smile on her face. 

“Hey,” she said, trying to look in your apartment. “Is Stiles here?”

“No, he’s out celebrating with Scott,” you replied. “Why?”

The look she gave you almost stunned you. She was looking at you like you should’ve known why she was there. “Because we have a date? He was supposed to come pick me up, but called me and said to wait here for him.”

“Yeah, he’s not here, sorry. Plus you guys broke up, sorry, bye!” you rushed out, closing the door in her face. Leaning against the door, you heard her sigh and walk away, muttering something about you being a bitch or something.

You didn’t care as you laid back down on the couch, the door opening about an hour later, waking you from your sleep, not realizing you actually fell asleep.

The sound of Stiles’ laugh had you tilting your head to the side, trying to see who or what he was laughing at. Scott followed in behind him, saying something completely stupid that Stiles laughed even harder at.

“What are you two girls laughing about?” you asked, moving your arms behind you to rest on your elbows. You looked right at Stiles, lifting your eyebrow in what you hoped was a seductive way.

Watching as he visibly gulped, you smiled to yourself, bringing a leg up to bend at your knee, moving it side to side. “What’s wrong, Stiles? Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re gonna wish my tongue catches something,” he retorted.

That stopped all movement coming from you, a shocked expression on your face as you sat up to cross your legs. Deciding to play his little game, you rested your elbows on your knees, resting your chin on your laced fingers. “And what would your tongue catch?” “Your c–”

“Let’s end that conversation!” Scott exclaimed. “I need to hear that information.”

Snickering, you looked at your twin, asking, “What’s wrong, Scott? Don’t wanna hear about your best friend thinking sexually about your sister?”

Scott put a hand to his forehead, not believing this line of questioning was happening as he groaned.

“Because Stiles, here, has mas-”

“Let’s not,” Stiles rushed, a little louder than normal. “I agree with Scott. Let’s not talk about this.” He quickly walked past the couch you were occupying, a chuckle from you as he did. Stiles closed his bedroom door, pressing his back to it, his head thudding on the wood behind him. He didn’t want that secret about him getting off to the thought of you getting out there for Scott to know.

What Stiles didn’t know was that you got off to the thought of him. You didn’t know him nor Scott to know it was an almost every night thing. The same being the case for Stiles. You decided to form a plan, a devilish smile crossing your face as you stood up on the couch to climb over it.

Scott noticed the look on your face, following behind you as you made your way to your room. “Sis, what are you doing? I know that look.”

“Forming a plan,” you stated simply. Going to your dresser, you pulled the drawers out, looking for an outfit with a seductive vibe to it. Once you found it, you turned your back to Scott, smiling to yourself before moving into your closet to retrieve your silk robe.

“What kind of a plan?” Scott raised an eyebrow, curious as to what you were up to. As he silently took a deep breath, he got his answer in the form of your chemosignals. “Gross.”

Poking your head out of your closet, your hair fell over your shoulder. “What gross?”

Scott turned around, hands up in surrender by his head as he walked towards your bedroom door. “I’m going to Allison’s. I don’t want to be here when you’re screaming Stiles’ name.”

You gawked at him, not sure what to do with that information. After a moment of standing there with your mouth open, you looked back into your closet, shrugging your shoulders. Putting on the lingerie, you weren’t sure if you felt comfortable in it, but you shrugged, putting the robe on before walking out of your room.

Walking to Stiles’ room, you knocked on the door, the spazz stopping all movement from the other side of the door before he answered, “Yeah?”

“Hey, Stiles, I was thinking of watching a movie,” you said. “Wanna watch with me?”

He got up from his bed, almost tripping on his shoes as he replied, “Yeah, sure. What movie?”

“42. That movie about Jackie Robinson?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll watch it. Get everything ready? I’ll be out in about five minutes.”

“Perfect.” You smiled to yourself, walking into the living room to look for the DVD, knowing damn well Stiles purchased it the moment it was released on disc. Once you found it, you turned on the TV and the DVD player, putting the disc in the player.

After the DVD’s menu came up, you turned on your heel and walked to the kitchen, getting all of yours and Stiles’ favorite snacks and drinks. Bringing them back to the living room to set them on the table, you had a smile on your face, hopeful that this plan of yours would work. You sat on the couch, bringing a blanket to your lap, careful to cover your legs and bringing it up to your chest, getting all warm and cozy. 

The menu played for about four or five rounds before you started to get a little tired. Sighing, you laid your head back on the couch, your eyes closing of their own accord. Tapping on your forehead had you slowly opening your eyes, seeing Stiles above you.

“Hey, sorry,” he whispered. “It took longer than I thought.”

You sighed angrily, removing the blanket from your body before you got up from the couch, revealing your robe to Stiles. 

He took a sharp intake of breath at the lingerie that had poked through a little when you started to walk back to your room. With a confused look on his face, Stiles watched you walk, asking, “Hey, wait. Aren’t we gonna watch the movie?”

“Watch it by yourself,” you answered, a tad aggressively. You went to slam your bedroom door shut, but Stiles stopped it. 

“What the hell is the matter? Why are you angry?”

You huffed a laugh, resting your hands on the footboard of your bed. “This was such a fucking dumb idea.” Looking at him, your eyes burned with disappointment and anger. “I dress up in this stupid ass lingerie to try and make you all - I don’t know - hot and bothered, but instead I kind of get stood up by my best friend. The very best friend standing here, gawking at me. The very best friend I have the stupidest crush on.”

Stiles smirked a little, walking into your room and shutting the door. “You have a crush on me?”

Scoffing, you stood up straighter, turning your body to face him as you said, “You’re fucking dumb. I’m in love with you, but you’re too fucking blind to see it. I mean, going to Lydia’s three times a week when I’m dressed in sweats and a sweatshirt? The fuck is that about?”

Hanging his head, Stiles sighed a deep sigh before looking at you, a flash of anger in his own eyes. “You think I go to Lydia’s? I don’t. I sit outside the apartment door or in the quad to think… and to also calm my fucking dick down.”

“So you admit it?”

“Admit what?”

“You’re in love with me.”

“I have been for years. You’re just too blind to see it.”

“So now you’re calling me blind?”

“That’s–” Stiles took a deep breath, releasing it. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying, Stiles?”

He didn’t say anything; he just looked at you and acted on instinct. Reaching for your cheeks, he cupped them and brought your lips to his. 

You knew exactly what he was doing before he knew. When you felt his lips on yours, you reacted quickly, kissing him back with just as much fervor. Teeth and tongues clashing and fighting for dominance before you felt yourself being lifted off the floor, your back meeting the mattress.

“Since you’re half naked anyway, I won’t have much to take off,” Stiles said, removing his own flannel and tshirt. “Take the robe off.”

You sat up, doing as you were told, taking the robe off. Staring at Stiles, you couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit insecure until he walked closer to you, gently cupping your cheek with a small family on his face. “What are you smiling at, Stiles?” you whispered.

“You,” he simply stated. He crawled on the bed, hovering over you as you gently laid back on the mattress. With a soft whisper only you could hear, he said, “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

Smiling, you rested your hands gently on the sides of his head, basically cupping by his ears. “Same here. Now, are you gonna fuck me or just hover over me?”

Stiles wasted no second or minute as he placed his lips on yours. Both of you moaned as your tongues touched, the teenage boy above you fighting for dominance. As the two of you made out like horny high schoolers, you undressed each other, your hands running down Stiles’ lean abs.

“Damn,” you breathed. “I knew you played lacrosse, but I didn’t think you’d get abs from it.”

“Blame it on Finstock,” Stiles chuckled.

“Oh, I won’t blame him. I’ll go back to Beacon Hills and thank him.” 

Stiles laughed harder at that, pressing his lips back on yours. Once he got a look at your naked form, the fire in his eyes was evident; he wanted this, he wanted you. “God, you’re stunning.”

You smiled a little at his praise of you, keeping that same smile on your face as you watched him kiss his way down your stomach, getting onto his knees at the edge of the bed and pulling you closer. “Stiles,” you whispered. “Do something.”

It didn’t take the spazz not a moment later to put his mouth on your hot and wet core, your head pressing into the mattress more as he lapped, licked and kissed at your cunt. Moans of his name were spilling out of your mouth like a prayer, one of your hands cupping one of your breasts while the other went to Stiles’ hair, keeping him in place.

Stiles loved the reaction he was getting from you, a smile on his face as he felt your hips bucking, your pussy gliding along his tongue as you started to chase your high. When he inserted two fingers into your core, he moaned at the warmth he felt, wanting to feel it with his cock instead.

“Mmmm,” you moaned, eyes closed. “M’so close.”

Taking his mouth off your pussy, Stiles’ eyes stayed locked on his fingers pumping in and out of you. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. Let go.” Once he heard your loud moan, he put his mouth back on you as you came, feeling your cunt squeeze his fingers. He replaced his fingers with tongue, lapping all that you were giving him.

When your high came down, you had to almost push Stiles off of your core as it was becoming a little oversensitive. “Okayokayokay.” You breathed, bringing your hands to your hair as Stiles kissed his way back up your stomach and the valley of your breasts. 

“You did so good,” Stiles whispered, kissing your cheek. “I’m also very hard for you right now.”

You chuckled, pressing your lips on his, feeling his hardened erection on your sensitive core. Gasping, you screwed your eyes shut, a small and quiet whimper coming from your throat.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles asked, quietly.

“Hm,” you hummed. “A little sensitive. Your tip is pressing at my entrance.”

Stiles looked down, seeing that his tip was, indeed, pressing at your entrance. He looked back up at you, smoothing your hair down next to your temple. “Can you give me one more?”

Nodding, you sighed. “I could give you a hundred more if you asked.”

“Shshshshit,” he muttered, sitting back on his knees. “W-were are your condoms?”

“Scott has some in the bathroom, top right drawer,” you answered, confused. You brought yourself up on your elbows, looking at him with furrowed brows. “You don’t have any?”

He thought about it for a moment, giving off that I have an idea look he sported a lot in high school before closed his eyes and sighed, getting off the bed and going to your door. Poking his head out after he opened the door, he checked to make sure the coast was clear before booking it to his room, a laugh sounding from your throat as you laid back on the bed.

When he returned, you lifted your head to look at him, a smile on your face as he had walked back in mid-laugh. “What’s so funny?” You shoot your head, saying, “Nothing,” with a smile on your face, watching as he rolled the rubbed onto his cock.

“Ready?” he asked, gently guiding the head of his cock through your still wet folds to gather your arousal on him. When he looked back at you while you were nodding, he gently pushed himself in, a groan coming from the both of you. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

“Stilessssssss,” you moaned. 

As he pulled back a little, you shivered, your slightly sensitive core still recovering. The shiver was also from pleasure, loving the way he was stretching you out.

“You’re so fucking big,” you groaned, looking into his eyes. “I love the way you feel inside me. I never want you to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave your pussy, either,” he whispered, pushing back at a slow pace. He kept this pace up, not wanting to really overstimulate you, but your hands roaming down his back told him otherwise.

“Faster,” you whispered.

“But you’re–”

“I don’t care. I need to feel you. All of you. Gimme everything you’ve got.”

The two of you stared into each other's eyes, looking for any signs of hesitation. When Stiles didn’t see any in your eyes, he nodded his head and quickened his pace, moans spilling out of you as he fucked you into almost oblivion.

He pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach, whispering for you to get onto your hands and knees. Once you were in position, he pushed his cock back inside of you, a happy sigh from you as your head dipped down.

More and more moans were spilling from the two of you; you being the loudest. Once Stiles felt his orgasm coming on, he stopped his thrusts, putting his hands on your stomach to pull your back to his chest.

You rested your head on his shoulder, turning your head so that your nose could touch his neck as his thrusts started again, one of his hands gliding down your stomach to your clit, where he started to draw circles.

“F-f-f-f-f-f-fuck!” you all but screamed. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his lips meeting your forehead. “Cum again for me.”

Just as both of your orgasms hit at the same time, Stiles held onto you so you wouldn’t collapse onto the bed. He was still thrusting into you, your hand going over his, a sign he’d learned for him to not stop what he was doing.

You felt as if you were going to cum again, and you voiced as such. Just as Stiles pulled out from you, clear liquid spilled from your core, a scream coming from your throat that had Stiles spilling another load into his condom. 

He helped you lay down on the bed as your body shivered. “Holy shit. You squirted.”

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you chuckled.

Stiles returned the laugh, bending to press his lips against yours.  “I’m gonna go get cleaned up and then I’ll come back and help you, okay?”

You felt like you couldn’t say a word, so you nodded, sighing when his lips quickly pressed to yours.

Stiles walked out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall. He grabbed a baby wipe you had for your monthly’s, wiping himself off after he removed the condom. After he wrapped the baby wipe around the condom, he threw it into the trash, grabbing a washcloth from the drawer to wet with some warm water. 

He left the cloth on the bathroom counter while we went to get a shirt, some boxers and pajama pants on. Once he was dressed, he grabbed the washcloth from the bathroom and went back into your room, where he noticed your sleeping form.

Gently cleaning your core, he didn’t want to wake you, although you stirred at the feeling of something rubbing against you again.

“No more orgasms,” you whined. “I can’t take any more.”

Stiles chuckled, setting the folded washcloth on your dresser as he went into your underwear drawer to retrieve a pair. “Don’t worry. You’re gonna have another one tonight.” Next, he went into your pajama drawer, grabbing out a pair of shorts before walking back to you.

He helped get you dressed, giving you the shirt he was wearing before your sexcapades. The two of you laid in your bed under the covers, Stiles on his back with you cuddled into his side. 

“That was amazing,” you whispered. “I’ve never had sex that great before.”

Stiles lightly chuckled, kissing your hairline. “There’s more where that came from, lover.”

It was your turn to chuckle, resting your hand on his chest. “I like it when you call me that.”

“Call you what?”

You tilted your head back to look at him, smiling as you said, “Lover.”

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A/N 2:  hi, friends! this one was my first time adding praise & squirting into a smut piece! should i do it more? let me know what you thought about! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Notes: yes, a dvd player is mentioned because i'm a thirty year old millennial who's fucking nostalgic. okay? lol

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He shouldn’t have let you come with him and Laura, you weren’t already infected like she was and neither had the desire to save Chris.

But no matter how he felt you persisted that you go with him.

You wanted to make sure he wouldn’t get harmed.

That brings us to now, Ryan’s been infected and you were on the hunt for Chris.

The three of you walked into a dark room, you stopping near the door with Ryan “How are you feeling?” You hold him up.

“I’ve been better.” He muttered.

Laura moved into the middle of the room “I think we found Chris.” she looked into the darkness.

You and Ryan follow Laura, seeing a werewolf Chris tied up to a pole.

Ryan was about to speak when Chris charged at us, breaking through the floor.

Chris was on top of you trying to maul you while Laura had just begun to transform.

Ryan ducked for the table, quickly grabbing the gun.

Laura jumped towards Travis, attempting to attack him.

Ryan looked over to the now werewolf Laura until he heard a blood-curdling scream. He whipped his head over to you, watching as your organs were ripped out of your torso.

He yelled as he lifted the gun, shooting Chris.

He watched as his manager dropped to the ground.

Laura had turned back and begun to thank Travis for sparing her while Ryan just dropped.

He held his now-dead lover in his shaking arms.

“I’m so sorry..” He muttered through broken sobs. “I shouldn’t have let you come.”

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Dylan Lenivy:

Ryan and Laura had just left for the Hackett house and Kaitlyn, Dylan, Abi and I had gone out to check if we could leave with the van.

The four of us made it to the van and Kaitlyn decided that Abi should hide in the bunker.

As she was walking down, the rest of us walked towards the van.

“I don’t know if it’s just me, but the van looks like it’s moving?” Dylan points out.

“You’re right.” Kaitlyn lifts the gun “Open the door.” she nudges you.

You cautiously walk over to the van, ghosting your hand over the handle, you look towards Kaitlyn as she nods your way.

You start to push down the handle when the door aggressively opens from the inside, throwing you far into the dirt.

You rush back to try and get behind Kaitlyn as the werewolf jumps towards you. You turn around, face to face with the werewolf as you yell for Kaitlyn.

“SHOOT IT!” Dylan yells.

Kaitlyn shakes as she tries to fix her aim onto the werewolf.

You cry out as its sharp teeth tear into you, ripping through your limbs.

“SHOOT IT KAITLYN!” Dylan screams before it tears into your torso, clawing out your organs.

Kaitlyn shoots the werewolf, a shivering screech being heard before it jumps and runs off into the woods.

Dylan can’t help but stare at your now lifeless and dismembered body. His heart dropping and his eyes watering at the sight.

He mutters a mantra of ‘No’ and ‘Please’ as he drops down beside your mutilated corpse.

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Jacob Custos:

(Maybe a bit too inspired by his interaction with Emma but that's alright)

You were walking around an unfamiliar part of the forest you had run into trying to shake off the werewolf on your tail.

You look around hoping to find someone or something to help you find somewhere safe to camp the night out.

It took a while but you eventually found a figure that looked human.

You ran to the figure, noticing it was Jacob upon getting closer.

He turns your way as you call out his name, remaining still as you hold onto him.

“You’re alive!” You exclaim, pulling away to look at him. Your hand resting on his cold cheek.

“No, I’m not?” He responds dryly. He pulls away, “I’m- I’m nothing..”

“What do you-” “Stop it!”

You take a step back as Jacob starts hysterically cry-laughing, words becoming incoherent.

His voice lowers and words start sounding more inhuman. 

You watch in horror as your boyfriend’s body bursts into blood, the familiar look of a werewolf now charging your way.

You scream as your body’s mauled by the man you loved. All noise stops as the sharp teeth rip into your neck, throwing your head off to the side. 

The sun rises and waking back up in his own body, Jacob sees the bleeding head of his lover, glancing at the torn corpse beside it.

He falls down beside you, moving to rest his head on your chest, tears falling down his cheeks as he whispers apologies to your deaf ears.

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Nick Furcillo:

You and Emma never got along but you never thought she would stoop this low.

Everyone knew that you and Nick had something going on, even if the two of you never outwardly said it.

You shake your head, maybe you were overreacting a bit.

You lift your gaze, cursing as you realize you have no idea where you are.

You turn around, trying to retrace your steps before you hear a faint voice calling out your name.

You smile as you recognize the Aussie’s unmistakable voice.

“Over here!” You call back. 

He pants as he stops in front of you.

“Sorry, got a little too serious for me.” You look off to the sky.

“Yeah, I understand.” He shoots a half smile, moving closer to you.

You look his way at the sound of the steps.

Your faces now inches apart and eyes locked together.

You both move closer before-

“HGGRRR”

Your heads turn, now being faced with a terrifying humanoid figure. 

“RUN!” You hear Nick yell before sprinting in the opposite direction of the beast.

You stand for a second before your legs find the strength to run.

You start turning and twisting through trees to try and trick it, somehow catching it off guard a couple times.

You drop down behind a rock, trying to hold your breath as you hear the ragged breathing and scratchy growls approach. 

Your head feels airy and your lungs feel like they’re going to explode, you can’t hold it any longer.

Tears start falling down your cheeks as you attempt to silently let your breath out, failing as you choke on the collected saliva in your mouth.

You hear a screech before it starts crawling towards you. 

You stumble on your feet before eventually pulling yourself up and running towards Nick.

You were so close.

Your body hits the ground as it jumps on your back, it’s clawed hands slamming your head into the dirt. 

“Y/N!” Nick screams, running towards you as the beast rips into your body.

The beast leaps onto him biting a chunk out of his leg before the sound of a gunshot echoed into his ears. 

He watched as it ran away, quickly glancing at your unmoving body before pushing himself backwards and wobbly running to the campfire.

Tears flowing as he collapses in front of the other counselors.

“Nick?! What hap-” “Y/N!” He frantically bawls. “I- He’s- Help him!” His choked out sobs becoming incoherent.

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A/N: Sorry if the pacing is weird or if it doesn't flow that well, I wrote these half-asleep. 

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