#tee wolf

Y/N’s POV

I gasp when Stiles shoves me into the wall, lips biting into that weak spot on my neck. I am so on board with this as Stiles' clumsy hands unbuckle my jeans, shoving them to the floor,along with my boxers, to let me kick them off while he practically rips my shirt open. I go to pull that off too but he stops me, cognac eyes so dark they look black as his voice comes out rough, "No, leave it on."

I hum in agreement, sliding to my knees while he throws his teeshirt aside. His watches as I undo his jeans, pushing them down with a groan when I realise he's gone commando. His long fingers tangle in my hair, groaning around the two fingers I force past his lips when I swallow as much of him as I can in one go. A growl slips from my throat when he tugs in my hair, the smell of his arousal filling my every sense and making me impatient.

With a sound of protest from Stiles I pull my fingers from his lips, only for him to groan when he watches me to begin to ride those exact fingers. Trying to prep myself quickly because although I wish we could take our time we can't, the rest of the pack will be back soon and I really don't need the 'safe-sex-between-a-human-and-a-werewolf' from Derek speech.

As if understanding the urgency Stiles pulls me back to my feet, "Up." He grins challengingly, knowing I don't like being treated like a dog but that challenge is such a turn on, especially the fresh wave of arousal that washes off of him. I quickly wrap my legs around his waist and sink down five of the nine inches he's packing at this angle. Stiles curses, hands gripping my hips as his heated gaze meets mine, silently asking if he can. I nod and as soon as he gets the go ahead he's pulling back and thrusting up while pulling me down, causing me to cry out in surprise and pure lust because I didn't expect Stiles to be able to hold me up let alone move me his way.

He presses my back to the wall, bracing his hands either side of my head before thrusting again and I cry out in surprise as the other four inches slip in, making me feel fuller than I've ever felt before, "Fuck baby boy." A hand ghosts over my stomach and I whine when it stops over the spot where my stomach is bulging from his length, "Taking it all." He praises to which I preen at, watching as he pushes me against the wall by the shoulders, him watching the slide of his long length against my stomach every time he thrusts up.

I take this position until he starts to brush my prostate but not quite hitting it right. It forces a frustrated growl from my throat as I grab Stiles by his hair and yank him into a hot and dirty kiss that has him burying to the hilt and slamming into my prostrate properly, the kiss turning to us panting into each other's mouths as he slams into me, before his lips trail down my neck to try and leave a hickey on my neck as he read somewhere that it is possible to make it permanent.

"Shit!" I cry out, throwing my head back as Stiles slams into me especially hard, hitting that sweet spot head on, "Don't stop." I whine, scrabbling my hands down his back as his teeth scrape down my exposed neck, sucking a hickey just below my jaw. I tighten my legs around his hips to pull him closer, causing him to thrust deeper than I thought possible and he groans with his breath hot against the fresh hickey he's left.

I hear the door open and try to tell Stiles the others are back but his thrusts speed up, making me let out a strangled moan and his name. Stifling them by biting his shoulder, knowing the pain of my fangs is a small kink of his.

"Almost there baby," He groans into my neck and I whine in agreement, a sound leaving my throat when he reaches a hand between us to jack me off in time with his erratic thrusts, "C'mon Y/N, come for me." He pants, thumb ghosting the slit.

One more thrust and tug pushes me over the edge. I can't help but throw my head back again, arching my back and crying out loud enough for the wolves downstairs to get the gist of what's happening up here. I paint my chest and some of my chin as Stiles thrusts sloppily a few more times before he comes with a shudder and my name breathed into my neck. His hands bracing himself against the wall and legs shaking as he pants into the crook of my neck.

"They're home." I mumble, stealing a kiss before sucking a few more hickeys along his pale skin. He hums, letting me down and going to wipe my cum off of me but the wolf in me grabs his wrist with a growl.

"Watch." He murmurs soothingly so I let his wrist go, a mewl escaping my lips when he swipes it up on two fingers before spreading it across his torso, knowing what that does the to wolf inside me. The rest he licks from his fingers before stepping away so we can get redressed. I stay leaning against the wall, eyes slipping shut as I feel Stiles load begin to slide down the inside of my thigh and if I'm being honest it turns me on.

I jump when Stiles' fingers collect his come to spread across my chest as it's a sign of possession - your mate smelling of you. It makes me weak at the knees, so much so Stiles has to clean me up and helps me get my boxers and jeans back on before he whispers, "I guess we go face the music now."

I nod, stealing a soft kiss from his plump lips before following him down the stairs as I do the last few buttons on my shirt up so they don't see the come still on my chest. I'll get rid of it when it starts to dry and flake.

"Well sounds like you two had fun." Erica teases as soon as we join them in the living room.

Derek sniffs the air and adds with his usual glare but amplified by hundred, "A little too much fun."

"Come on Y/N, let's go get some coffee." Lydia suggests and the rest of the girls quickly agree. I sigh, glancing at Stiles to see if he'll be okay with the boys - especially Derek and Scott who don't seem entirely comfortable with us at the moment. Probably because they haven't had the talk with us.

"Go have fun." Stiles assures me, grabbing the front of my shirt and yanking me into a kiss before licking up the underside of my chin, pushing me away in time to see the blur of white on his tongue. It makes me mewl because he just ate my come in front of the whole pack and I just wanna pin him to the wall and fuck him senseless right now.

"Out," Derek grabs my shoulder, "You're going into heat and I need to talk to Stiles about it."