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Chapter 4

S2 Episode Four

SUMMARY: Stiles witnesses a new attack firsthand. The pack tries to get a hold of the bestiary. Y/N and Scott continue the dating charade and finally find out what the hell the new monster is.

WORD COUNT: 7719 *gasps and clutches pearls*

TW: cursing, arguing i feel like i need to stop posting a tw bc these mfs stay cursing and arguing

“They’re coming back, so we don’t have much time to talk,” Deaton explained before checking Scott’s wound, only to see a healthy scar beginning to disappear. “Delvoux blood. Powerful stuff, huh?”

“How do you know all of this?” Scott questioned as you stepped back towards Stiles, his hand instantly made his way to the small of your back. “Actually how do you know anything?”

“It’s a long story,” He replied. “What I can tell you is that I know about your kind. Your kind, I can help. Y/N, I can only tell you what I know. The rest is up to you. But this?”

He motioned over his shoulder.

“This is something different.”

“Do you know what did it?” You asked, desperately wanting to ask more questions about his previous comment but refraining due to the urgency of the situation.

“No. But the Argents will. And this is the crucial part,” Deaton looked back at Scott, speaking urgently. “They’ll have some kind of record or book. Little have descriptions, history, notations of all the things they’ve discovered.”

“All the things?” Stiles whined. “How many different things are there?”

“They’re here,” Scott breathed. You both looked over at him with wide eyes before you all opted to run into the dark hallway that led towards the kennels. Scott made sure to stand the closest to the door in an effort to protect his best friends. His eyes looked over at you before slowly putting his index finger to his lips. You nodded.

“I’m starting to think I need to buy a more prominent close sign,” Deaton spoke, warning you all of their presence. Stiles noticed the fear in your eyes and took your hand in his reassuringly.

You all listened into the tense conversation; the creature had easily cut through bone and organs with a single swipe. It was evident that it was no longer just werewolves and hunters you needed to fear; this was an entirely new beast. Something faster, stronger, and more dangerous. It didn’t seek to eat prey like the usual natural predators; it’s only purpose was to kill.

After they left, Deaton told you all to go home. He didn’t want you to stay too long with this killer on the loose. You all crawled back into your car and made your way to the Beacon Hills car shop. You all spoke of the night before deciding to put a pin in the conversation so that you could all gather your thoughts and brainstorm ideas.

“Are you sure you don’t want us to come with you?” You furrowed your brows.

“Yeah, I’m sure. It's gonna take about an hour anyway. You need to get the car back to your dad. I don’t want you to piss him off,” Stiles smiled. You sighed. “I’ll be fine. Get outta here!”

“Okay! Okay!” You laughed as he reached over to kiss your cheek before making his exit. Scott was quick to take the front seat. “God, I can’t wait to have my own car.”

“Join the club,” He chuckled before you drove away. You had intended on driving him back to his car but you took off into one of your usual conversations, stopping to sing along to one of your dad’s infamous burned CDs. You pulled into the school parking lot and parked next to Melissa’s car, only to spend the next hour and a half chatting and giggling. Once the much needed, lighthearted conversation came to a lull, you both decided to talk about the night’s events again for the next twenty minutes.

“I think it should be pretty easy to convince Allison to help us get that journal,” Scott shrugged, readjusting in his seat before sighing. “I’m actually still a little bummed that she canceled on me tonight. I was really looking forward to seeing her tonight.”

“Oh, I’m sure you were,” You rolled your eyes, making him laugh. “Hey, at least you got to spend time with your best friend!”

“Yeah, except he had to go to the shop,” Scott smirked. Your jaw dropped as you playfully punched his arm.

“Asshole!” You laughed.

“I’m kidding! I’m kidding!” He giggled. “This has actually been really nice.“

The sound of your distinct ringtone went off, reminding you that it had been well over an hour since you’ve heard from your boyfriend. You looked down and saw his caller ID.

“Hold that thought,” You smiled before answering. “Hello?”

“Y/N. Could you come pick me up?” Stiles’ voice sounded frantic.

“Yeah. What’s wrong?” You sat up, gaining Scott’s full attention. The car fell to silence, only the sound of the faint rainfall and phone call protruded through it.

“I saw the monster,” His voice was shaky. “I have no clue how it did it but it paralyzed me somehow.”

“Oh my god. Are you okay?” You felt your heart sink.

“Yeah, I am but..” He trailed off. Just from the way he spoke, you knew he saw the monster claim its latest victim. He sighed. “Can you, uh.. could you come pick me up?“

“We’re on the way,” You responded. Scott buckled in again as you sped back towards Tucker’s garage. It didn’t take very long to arrive seeing as you frantically sped down the streets of Beacon Hills. You were greeted with a line up of cop cars and ambulances. “What the hell..?”

Scott looked over to catch Stiles walk towards the car before taking a seat in the back of your father’s car. You both turned to him, hearing his shaky breaths. The rain had now picked up. He was soaked.

“I saw it. I had temporary paralysis too but it didn’t come anywhere near me. I think it was from skin contact to its venom,” He began, looking at his hands. He went on to explain everything he saw and experienced that night; the reptilian beast, the way it crushed Tucker, the way it just ran away after seeing him. “Deaton was right. It's not like you. I mean, its eyes were almost, like... reptilian. But there was something about them.”

“What do you mean?” Scott asked.

“You know when you see, like, a friend in a Halloween mask, but all you can see are their eyes? And you feel like you know 'em, but you just can't figure out who it is?” Stiles finally looked up, careful to avoid your gaze. Your soft, caring, ever-loving gaze; it would cripple him emotionally after witnessing the horrendous death of a man. You didn’t take it to heart, you knew him well enough to realize that he was trying his hardest to push off the impending panic attack.

“Are you saying you know who it is?” Scott furrowed his brow.

“No,” Stiles shook his head, looking back down for a second. “But I think it knew me.”

———

You dropped Scott off at the school once again before driving back to your place. The second he hopped in front, you didn’t pressure him to talk. You simply took his hand in yours and asked, “Your place or mine?”

“Can we drop by my house so I can pick up some clothes? I can’t drive us to school tomorrow because they’re impounding my Jeep,” Stiles’ eyes wandered to your delicate hand in his own, rubbing at the back of it with his thumb.

“I almost forgot about that. Yeah, for sure,” You nodded, making a quick stop at his house and quickly returning to your father’s apartment. You explained enough of the night’s events to your dad. He wasn’t angry and even agreed to letting Stiles stay the night again. You warmed up leftovers and ate in a comfortable silence before going to bed.

Stiles finally opened up about the night; not just the events but how they made him feel. The task that had been impossible in the past was effortless when he had you in his arms. Being vulnerable around you was second nature now, especially when you rubbed his chest the way you were in that moment.

You fell asleep before him, and with that, so did his racing mind. His thoughts slowly came to a stop the more he talked to you, but nothing calmed him down more than when he heard the familiar sounds of your drowsy breathing. He rested easy with your arm wrapped lazily around his torso as you slept peacefully beside him.

———

“I'm so sorry about the other day. I'm trying. We'll get through this. Uh, I know, because I love you. I love you more than-“ Stiles cut himself off at the sound of your giggles, looking away from Scott before groaning. “Oh, my God, I can't. You and Allison just have to find a better way to communicate.”

“Come on, you guys are the only ones that we can trust!” Scott pleased before shifting his attention to you. “Is she coming to the game tonight?”

“Mhm. She said she wouldn’t miss it for the world,” You smiled. “But we really need to get that journal. I’d offer to go talk to her but I have class in a couple minutes.”

“I think Deaton meant to call it a Bestiary,” Stiles replied.

“What?” Scott asked.

“A Bestiary.”

“I think you mean bestiality,” Scott giggled.

“No, dumbass. It's like an encyclopedia of mythical creatures,” You chuckled.

“How am I the only one who doesn't know anything about this stuff?”

“Okay, you're our best friend, you're a creature of the night... It's kind of, like, a priority of ours,” Stiles explained.

“Okay. If we can find it, it can tell us what this thing is-“ Scott began.

“And who,” You chimed in.

“...We need that book!” The boys shouted simultaneously.

“Keep me updated?” You stood up, gathering your book and binder into your arms. “I really need to get to class.”

———

“She thought it was bestiality too?!” You threw your head back in laughter as you drove Stiles to the Lacrosse field for the game. “I do not want to know what’s going on in their heads.”

“That’s exactly what I said!” He grinned. “Thanks for the ride. I gotta go warm up! I love you!”

“I love you too,” You giggled, getting out of the car. The stadium was already filling up with eager lacrosse fans.

Your eyes panned over the crowd, seeing Allison sitting with her grandfather and making a mental note to steer clear until she gave you the signal for when she got a hold of the keys. You opted to take a seat next to Melissa, hugging her as you greeted her.

“Hi, sweetheart!” She grinned, holding you tightly before scooting over and patting the seat next to her. “I was saving you a seat.”

“Thank you!” You smiled, happily plopping down next to her.

“I find it so odd that you want to sit next to me instead of your friends,” She laughed.

“We’ve been lacrosse buddies since middle school! I’m not about to give up that title just because I made new friends this year,” You shrugged. “Plus, you’re cooler than they are.”

“You mind telling Scott that?” Melissa joked, making you chuckle. “Oh! It’s starting!”

You watched as the boy nicknamed The Abomination plowed through a good percentage of the team, leaving Coach no choice but to play the kids he would otherwise never give a chance. You looked over at Allison to see her holding out three fingers as the keys dangled from her hand. The signal.

“I’ll be right back,” You excused yourself.

“Okay, sweetie,” Melissa smiled. “I’m gonna go get some popcorn.”

You both got up and walked your separate ways. You made your way to Allison, reaching for the keys, only to see Stiles’ hand beat you to it. He looked back and smirked as you jogged to catch up to him, making his way to the school.

“Hey! That was my job,” You giggled.

“Sorry, I just couldn’t stand to watch that Hulk of a man break another set of legs,” He shivered.

“Jesus, that guy is OP as fuck,” You huffed. “You think he’s a werewolf?”

“No, Scott would’ve noticed by now I think,” He shook his head.

“Oh, so he’s on steroids,” You smiled at the ground as you stepped onto the sidewalk.

“Oh yeah. Man's roided up,” He chuckled. “Man, I really thought it was him too. I don’t think this is gonna be as easy as we thought it was.”

“What? Who said this was gonna be easy?” You laughed.

“Scott,” Stiles paused as you raised your brows. “Okay, yeah. That’s on me for believing him. He’s a dumbass.”

“Such a dumbass. But he’s our dumbass,” You commented, making him chuckle.

You continued to talk for a few more minutes before you heard sobbing coming from a familiar car. “Oh my god. Is that Lydia?”

“Fuck,” You breathed. “I should probably go talk to her. You good going in by yourself?”

“Yeah, it should be easy enough. Go check up on her, I got this covered,” He smiled, giving you a quick kiss before jogging into the building. You drew in a breath, still a little bitter about the way she treated you the other night. Regardless, you swallowed your pride and walked up to her car.

“Hey, Lydia,” You said softly, making her jump. “It’s just me. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing,” She wiped her tears. “It’s okay if you don’t wanna talk. I’ve been such a bitch to you lately.”

“Yeah, maybe a little,” You smiled, making her chuckle through the tears. “But you’re still my friend. Can I hop in?”

“I don’t wanna talk about it… but, uh.. I could use some company,” She said as you settled into her passenger’s seat.

“Okay,” You nodded, placing a reassuring hand on her back. Lydia cried for a few more minutes as you gently rubbed up and down her back. Once she collected herself again, she apologized for her behavior at the rink. You smiled, hearing the sincerity in her voice alone was enough to forgive her. You spent the next half an hour trying to cheer her up by talking about anything that came to mind. You even began making her laugh towards the end.

“I really appreciate you, Y/N. This year has been…” She drew in a breath before continuing. “Rough, to say the least. You and Allison were the only good things that came out of it. Thank you.”

“For what?”

“Just for being you. Thank you,” She reached forward for a hug you gladly accepted. “But I’m really tired from the crying. I think I’m gonna call it a night.”

“Okay, drive safe. Call me if you need someone to talk to,” You smiled before getting out of the car. You looked at your phone to see if Stiles had texted.

7:32 PM Stiles: THIS JOURNAL IS SO HARD TO FIND FOR WHAT

7:40 PM Stiles: oh, hope she’s okay lol

7:43 PM Stiles: i’m like 90% sure it’s not in here but i’ll keep looking :/

You chuckled at his messages, looking at the building to see the principal’s office lit up. You walked towards the entrance, only the sound of your feet to keep you company. The path was darker than usual, it seemed like a few light posts had gone out recently. You felt a funny feeling arise in your chest before you noticed a second pair of footsteps behind you. They were much too heavy and calculated to belong to your boyfriend.

You turned around and held out a defensive hand, ready to use any type of magic to ward off the potential threat. You watched Isaac gasp and flinch.

“Jesus! Be careful with that thing!” He breathed. “I’m not here to hurt you.”

“That’s hard to believe,” You scoffed, refusing to put your hand down. You wanted to make your hand ooze with black smoke to intimidate him but knew you’d probably end up hurting him on accident. You hadn’t gotten around to training your powers so they were incredibly unpredictable. Seeing as he hadn’t tried anything, that option seemed a little premature. “What do you want?”

“I’d like for you to put your hand down,” He chuckled. You didn’t cave in. “Or not. That’s fine. Look, I just wanted to apologize for the other day.”

“I don’t need to hear your heartbeat to know that’s a hot load of shit, Lahey,” You rolled your eyes, putting your hand down cautiously.

“I’m not,” He began. “I really do feel bad-“

“Feel bad for trying to beat up my best friend or siding with the bad guy?”

“Uh, both?”

“I have somewhere to be,” You spoke with annoyance.

“I’m serious, you know,” He called as you turned around. “Just know my intentions are never to hurt you.. or your friends. I’m following my alpha’s lead but I draw the line with you.”

“Because of my blood?” You narrowed your eyes.

“Not exactly. Remember that night when I first turned and you did that thing with your eyes to stop me from killing Stiles?” He looked around, stepping closer as he lowered his voice. “I don’t know what type of witchy bullshit that was but I literally can’t bring myself to hurt you. And I’ve tried. But it’s like I get paralyzed. And I can’t get you out of my mind. I’m constantly thinking of you to the point that it has been getting in the way of my training. I think you made some sort of bond that night.”

“Did Derek tell you to say that?” You scoffed, making his face drop.

“What? No,” He was offended. “He’d probably kill me if he knew I was telling you this.”

“I don’t believe you,” You shrugged. He paused, narrowing his eyes with an amused smile plastered on his face.

“Your heart skipped a beat,” He leaned against the stairway’s railing.

“Look, I’m sure I left some sort of impression but a bond would require us both to feel that way. And I don’t. But even if I do believe you, what do you expect me to do about it?” You snapped. “Did my heart skip a beat that time?”

“You’re pretty when you’re mad.”

“Wanna see how pretty I look when I send you flying into the parking lot?” You smiled sarcastically, making him quickly glance at your hand to make sure you weren’t acting on your threat. You smirked, almost feeling guilty at how much satisfaction his fear gave you.

You felt the familiar sinking feeling in your stomach pull your gaze towards stands before a panicked roar on the field erupted. You felt a magnetic pull towards Scott.

“You better go check on him,” He looked over at the field. “That didn’t sound too good.”

You quickly jogged back around the stands and to the field only to be greeted by a crowd that was making its way towards a wounded player on the ground. You quickly ran around them and saw Scott sprawled out with his right heel practically touching his right elbow. You darted up next to him and Allison, sliding a bit on your knees as you beat the crowd to him.

“Oh my god, your leg!” Your heart clenched empathetically.

“Pull me up,” Scott breathed as the crowd began gathering round.

“But-“

“Y/N. Pull me up please!” He pleaded urgently. You extended your hand as he rose up from the ground before wrapping an arm around you for stability.

“Don’t move!” Coach ordered.

“Scott!” His mother called.

“It’s okay! It’s okay!” He chuckled. “I’m fine! I’m fine.”

“I could’ve sworn I literally hear bone breaking from where I sat,” Melissa breathed.

“Heard it? I felt it,” Coach added.

“Guys, seriously, I’m fine.”

“We should go,” Allison walked up to her grandfather.

“Hold on,” Gerard paused as the crowd dispersed. “I wanna ask him one more thing.”

You stuck around to hear Gerard invite you both to dinner, not taking any excuses as an answer. You were about to protest one last time before Scott agreed. You shot him a glare. “We’ll be there!”

“Ah! That’s what I like to hear!” The old man grinned, walking away as he called out again. “We’ll meet you there after the game.”

“Are you fucking kidding me?!” You hissed after he was gone, taking his hand off of your shoulder. “We?! We’ll be there? No. No, no, no. I’m not going with you!”

“Y/N, please? I-“

“No, Scott!” You shouted, earning a few glares from the players who walked back on the field. You rolled your eyes and guided Scott back toward the sideline as the game started up again. “I’m tired of playing along with this stupid fucking charade! You saw the way Stiles reacted last time! No way.”

“Just this once!” Scott begged. “I mean.. This will be the last time! I swear to God. I’ll tell Stiles about everything, okay? I’ll send him a text right now. He can’t get mad if this stupid fucking charade saves my life! Not to mention, there won’t be any hiding or lying! Please!”

“Scott,” You groaned.

“Please. Please. Ple-“

“OKAY FINE!” You exclaimed. “Oh my god. Are you twelve? You fucking owe me big time! Call him and explain right now. And if he’s not cool with it, you’re on your own, got it?”

“Okay! Okay! I will! Thank you!”

You smiled and flipped the bird before taking your seat next to Melissa once again. You both chatted as Scott grinned and shot you a thumbs up, running back into the last couple minutes of the game.

8:14 PM Stiles: i’m gonna kill him. those cold-blooded murder documentaries you watch will make a whole ass episode dedicated to me

8:15 PM Y/N: dedicated to us*

8:15 PM Stiles: THIS. this is why i love you

8:16 PM Stiles: btw can’t find the journal. i’m gonna try to look around the secretary’s office now. i’ll call if i need you

You smiled and turned off your phone to watch the rest of the game.

———

“Oh, good! You’re back. Dinner’s almost ready,” Mrs Argent called from the kitchen as the four of you wandered into her home.

“How was the game?”

“Why don’t you ask the star player?” Gerard smiled. The couple’s gazes shifted disapprovingly to your best friend.

“Hi,” He pursed his lips.

The dinner was eaten in awkward silence. Small chat was attempted by Gerard to no avail. You kept your eyes low, smiling from time to time as you looked around.

“Alright,” Gerard wiped his hands off with a baby blue napkin. “Why is everyone so quiet? Is it that uncomfortable that they dated?”

You almost choked on the green bean you swallowed at the way her parents looked at Scott.

“Did you ask them if they’d be uncomfortable?” Chris questioned.

“Okay, I know it’s been a few centuries since I was a teenager, but even back then, we dated and broke up all the time!” His father smiled.

“We’re fine. Besides, they’re dating now,” Allison smiled. “Right, Scott?”

It took every ounce of you to hold back an eye roll when you saw the look of utter admiration on Scott’s face when he responded; he couldn’t help but to look at Allison as if she’d hung the stars. “Yup.”

“You two are dating?” Mrs Argent questioned. You smiled and nodded. “You will never cease to amaze me with the women you manage to pull.”

“That’s exactly what my mom said too,” Scott chuckled, choosing to ignore the obvious insult.

“Oh, I see,” Gerald sighed. “Y/N’s the reason you broke up.”

“No!” You all tried to speak at the same time, pausing when you realized how quick the unanimous response was.

“No, uh..” Scott wiped his mouth before continuing. “Things just got.. complicated between me and Allison. We broke up way before we got together. I only caught feelings for Y/N when we were both nursing each other’s broken hearts from our previously failed relationships. Our families are really close so they always said it was only a matter of time.”

That was oddly convincing, you thought, impressed at the effortless fib.

“Plus, Allison broke up with me,” He finished. You choked down a laugh at the way Allison’s mouth dropped open.

“No offense, Scott,” Chris spoke up with a forced smile. “But I think maybe Allison felt the two of you were just growing apart.”

“As if the father’s opinion isn’t biased,” Gerard interjected. “How do you know they weren’t as passionate as Romeo and Juliet?”

Your lips parted at his rude comment. Even as his fake girlfriend, that fucking hurt! Why would he even say that in front of his (fake) girlfriend?

“Well, Romeo and Juliet commuted ritual suicide,” You deadpanned, earning a smile from Chris.

“Exactly. They could’ve used a little less passion,” He agreed.

“Can we please talk about something else?” Allison blushed.

“Brilliant idea,” Her mother muttered.

“Scott,” Chris instructed. “How about you help me grab dessert from the kitchen?”

You turned to him with wide eyes as he got up, knowing that couldn’t be good. The two walked out of the room and disappeared behind the door, leaving the four of you alone. You smiled up at Allison, desperately trying to change the mood. “So, uh, how’d you do on the Econ exam?”

“A, you?” She mirrored your expression.

“Same,” You giggled.

“Smart girl,” Gerard chuckled. “Victoria, did you know Y/N is well on her way to becoming the valedictorian in their grade?”

“No, I actually didn't,” She replied. “There’s a lot of new things I’m learning about her tonight.”

“She also knows French!”

“Oh?”

“Uh, yeah,” You laughed uncomfortably at the spotlight, not quite knowing how he knew that about you. “My dad taught it to me growing up. He worked internationally in France and Canada so I also picked it up when we traveled.“

“French!” Gerard grinned. “Our family comes from France!”

“Mine too,” You smiled and decided to compliment Mrs Argent on the meal. “Mes compliments au chef. C’est magnifique.”

“Merci beaucoup,” She thanked you with a smile as the men returned with the dessert. The table fell to silence once again.

“Do you mind if we’re excused?” Allison asked. “There’s actually some notes from English I need to go over with these two.”

“Mhm,” Gerard responded sweetly before the three of you got up and followed Allison up to her grandfather’s room. You all looked around quietly for the leather bound journal for a few seconds before Allison pulled back a jacked from a piece of furniture only to reveal a safe.

“There goes that plan,” She frowned.

“Wait..” You furrowed your brow. “Scott, people use stethoscopes to crack the code on those things all the time. What if you-“

“Already on it,” He grinned, he kneeled down beside the safe and pressed his ear up to it as he fumbled with the knob, opening it only seconds after.

“Do you wanna hit a few banks later?” Allison asked, making you all chuckle. Scott grabbed the leather journal, seeing only old recipes written on the pages. “Oh my god. It’s a cookbook.”

He placed it back in the safe before your phone buzzed. You grabbed it to see Stiles calling.

“Y/N, no,” Scott ordered. “Shut it off. We can’t-“

“Hey, I’m a little busy,” You answered regardless. “Can I-“

“Y/N!” His voice echoed as the sound of water splashing filled the background. “That lizard thing is here and I’m trapped with Derek at the school’s pool. I need your help! Bring Scott!” He said breathless and with urgency.

“Okay, okay, we’re on the way!” You looked at Scott before the phone call ended. “We need to go.”

“What? What about the book?” Allison asked with concern.

“We’ll figure it out later,” Scott kissed her. “Stiles needs our help.”

You all ran downstairs to bid her family a polite farewell before you hopped back in Scott’s mom’s car and took off. You arrived in a matter of minutes, running straight in.

“WAIT!” Scott ran up in front of you. “Stay behind me. I don’t want you getting hurt.”

“Okay. Go! Go!” You turned him by his shoulder before you both took off running again, whipping corners and descending from stair cases similarly to when Peter kept you all hostage in the school for a night. Scott burst through the doors to reveal two very tired men in the pool. You saw Stiles reach for the diving post in an effort to stop swimming before he and Derek sank into the water. Scott growled, shifting into his werewolf self, and pulled them out.

“Oh my god, are you alive?” You breathed out as you cupped his cheeks in your hands. He breathed heavily but nodded. “Derek, you alright?”

As you spoke you saw a figure on all four approach at an ungodly speed. You looked up in fear, holding your hands up and closing your eyes. You didn’t even think to use magic, but it seemed to come naturally when you were angry or afraid. It still controlled you. You felt the familiar black smoke surround your hands but were too afraid to open your eyes to reveal what you’d done.

“Oh my god,” Stiles muttered. “How the hell are you doing that?”

You finally opened your eyes to see the creature jump over a sort of translucent black mist surrounding the three of you, instead it went for Scott. You couldn’t tell if it was some sort of force field or if provided you al with invisibility. Maybe it was something else entirely. To be frank, you couldn’t care less. Because whatever you just did, it was working.

“I don’t know,” You shook your head, looking over in time to see Scott fly into a mirror. “But stay inside of it.”

“What do you mean? No, don’t go out there!” He shouted.

“I’m getting really tired of playing good girl and listening to everyone’s damn orders today,” You murmured as you stepped foot outside of the mist. “HEY!”

“WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING!?” Scott cried as the lizard looked over at you before approaching. You held out your hands, feeling them kick you back as you sent a force flying into the creature, sending it flying with bone shattering force to the opposite wall. It quickly got back to its feet and shot you a look of utter anger before charging once again.

You felt a bigger kickback when you sent another force out of your hands, sending it flying back for a second time. It landed with a thud, grunting a little before hesitantly getting back up.

It quickly snapped out of its fear. With a look of death, it ran at you with its full speed, almost not giving you enough time to prepare. Almost. You screamed, feeling the same black mist that surrounded Stiles and Derek begin to appear on your hands. This time it was darker than ever, hiding your hands completely in its smoke. You sent as much force into it as you could. It flew back and fell into the ground. Silence followed when the creature didn’t so much as twitch.

“What the fuck, Y/N!?” Scott shouted with anger from his wall. “We aren’t fucking killers. Why’d you do that?!”

“It’s not dead!” You argued.

“It looks pretty dead to me,” Stiles grumbled as the black mist around him dispersed.

“You need to get in control of your fucking powers. Don’t let them control you! You caved into your urge to kill tonight-“

“I don’t have an urge to kill!” You argued. “I’m not like you!”

“You’re right. Because I can actually control it,” He contended. Your lips parted in disbelief.

“Guys, maybe we should just-“ Stiles began.

“I recognized that look, Y/N. I was the same way!”

“I didn’t mean to fucking kill it, Scott!” You shouted. “I just wanted to stun it so we can get the fuck out of here. We’re wasting time! So let’s go!”

“There’s a teenager in there that you might’ve just murdered and you want to leave?!” He was persistent. He wanted to have one of your infamous arguments. At times, the two of you were capable of arguments that only siblings could bounce back from. Good thing you were bonded. “Own up to your actions!”

“I DIDN’T KILL IT!” You snapped. “Look, Scott! It’s breathing. And you should be thanking me because you didn’t exactly have that fight under control.”

“Guys?” Stiles’ spoke cautiously. “The monster-“

“Yes, I did!”

“No, you didn’t!” You spoke to him in a condescending tone. “I had it under control. And for that matter, I fucking saved you!”

“Hey! Hello?! Guys!” Your boyfriend raised his voice to no avail. “It’s g-“

“At what cost?!” Scott pointed over to where the monster laid, only to see it was gone. “Where’d it go?”

Your heart dropped at the sight. You walked back towards Scott out of habit as you both looked around. He picked up a shard of the broken mirror as a defense.

Suddenly, the monster jumped from high ground and appeared beside Scott, hissing before it walked at an eerily slow pace. Whatever it’s next move was, it was calculated. Scott held out the mirror and snarled.

The monster took a glance and tilted its head. It seemed to be entranced at the sight. You both furrowed your brows in confusion before it jumped on the wall beside you and climbed out of the room, breaking the glass ceiling on its way.

“Now who saved who?” He said smugly.

“Can we just drop it? It’s alive, alright? The argument is over,” Stiles sighed.

“The argument’s not about the fact it’s alive. It’s about how she almost killed an innocent person.”

“Innocent? Oh my god!” You scoffed. “I’m so tired of talking about this!”

“Then stop talking and listen!”

“All I’ve been doing is listening to you! The fake relationship, the dinner with the Argents- Scott, I basically obey your every command! Even when I know for a fact that you’re wrong!” You paused, seeing his face fall slightly. You breathed heavily from the force exerted, both from the yelling and the magic. “You know what? Never mind. I’m done with this conversation.”

You turned on your heels and marched out of the auditorium, making your way to his car. You barely held it together as you walked out of the building, feeling you vision blur as you looked at the empty parking lot. You wiped at the stray tears on your cheeks and tried to collect yourself before the whole group walked out.

You’d stuck through thick and thin with Scott. You defended him since you were children. You were his shoulder to cry on, his rock. You helped him master his new powers and never doubted his morals or his heart. Out of all people, you’d assumed that he would be the one to understand what it feels like to be controlled by supernatural abilities and the process of learning how to control them. He was doubting your morality simply because it didn’t align with his own. He was doubting you as a person, a friend, simply because you almost killed a beast that has claimed numerous victims and would continue to do so unless it was put down.

Yet, you didn’t know how to feel; betrayed because of his lack of confidence in you, or afraid. He was normally the last person to question your motives. Could he be right? Were your thoughts, your conscious, being corrupt by the black magic?

“Hey, you okay?” Stiles' voice interrupted your thoughts. You turned around, making his soft smile fade at the sight of your tears. “Oh, Y/N..”

He reached out for you, pulling you into an embrace. His hands gently rubbed your back as you heard your faint sniffles against the crook of his neck. “Sorry it took me so long to come out here. I had to yell at him for a couple of minutes for being such a dick to you.”

“Really?” You chuckled, making him smile.

“Yeah, my voice actually feels a little hoarse now,” He cleared his throat as you giggled and pulled away slightly to look him in the eye. “And I normally don’t really get involved in your arguments but that was so out of pocket.”

“Agreed,” You smiled as he wiped the last of your tears. “Thanks for always standing up for me.”

“Of course,” He let out a breathy chuckle. “We’re in this together now, right?”

“Yeah, but you’ve done that ever since we were kids.”

“It’s because I've liked you ever since we were kids,” He admitted. “Scott never stood a chance when it came to whose side I’d pick in an argument. Especially after that one time he threw away that flash drive that had our fifth grade field trip pictures on it just because his hair looked weird. You were so-”

“Flash drive..” You repeated quietly.

“Yeah, remember? You took pictures of us at Disneyland-“

“Oh my god. Stiles,” Your eyes lit up as you looked back at the school. “Gerard’s keys had a flash drive! Do you think the bestiary was on it?”

“God, you’re so fucking hot when you do that,” He grinned before you both took off into the school. You quickly grabbed the keys from the principal’s office, ran past Stiles’ locker to grab his laptop, and darted back to Scott’s car to look at the contents.

Within a matter of a couple minutes, the two of you set up a makeshift desk on the hood of his car and scrolled through the documents on the flash drive. Scott made his way back over to the two of you.

“Is this the bestiary?” He spoke up hesitantly.

“If you can call it that. Is this even a language?” Stiles huffed.

“It’s Latin,” You recognized some of the words from the Romance languages you spoke.

“How long would it take you to learn Latin?” Stiles asked you.

“Using magic? I could probably learn it in a matter of a week and translate it.”

“A week?!” Scott asked. “I don’t know if we have that long. We need to figure out what this thing is now.”

“It’s called the Kamina,” Derek approached with his pets alongside him.

“You knew the whole time?” Stiles’ tone was nothing shy of annoyed.

“No. Only when it was confused by its own reflection.”

“It doesn’t know what it is,” Scott said.

“Or who,” Derek affirmed.

“What else do you know?” Stiles questioned. You slipped your hand in his for emotional support, receiving a squeeze.

“Just stories. Rumors.”

“But it’s like us?” Scott asked.

“It’s a shape-shifter, yes. But it’s not right. It’s like a..” Derek paused to think about how to phrase his next sentence.

“An abomination,” You finished, earning all eyes on you before Derek frowned and nodded. He turned to leave before Scott called his name.

“Derek! We need to work together on this. Maybe even tell the Argents-“

“You trust them?” He hissed.

“Nobody trusts anyone. That’s the problem!” Scott snapped. That’s rich coming from you, you thought. “While we’re here arguing about who’s on what side, there’s something scarier, stronger, and faster than any of us, and it’s killing people! And we still don’t even know anything about it!”

“I know one thing,” Derek lowered his voice. “When I find it, I’m gonna kill it.”

Your eyes widened, knowing it was a promise and not a threat. You looked over at Stiles who wore a similar expression.

“We have to save that kid,” Scott turned with a huff. “We can’t let him get away with murdering it.”

You stayed quiet. To be completely truthful, you disagreed. You thought it was morally wrong to keep it alive. It not only risked the lives of countless people, but you had a feeling there was no negotiation that could be done to lure it back to normal. It was unethical to keep it alive. The last thing you wanted to see was the people in this town, the people you loved and grew up with, torn to shreds one by one.

“You don’t agree?” Scott asked you. He scoffed. “When did you become so heartless?”

“Hey, back off, man,” Stiles stepped in as your eyes darkened with anger. “We can settle this when the topic isn’t so fresh. Let’s regroup tomorrow, alright? We don’t wanna speak out of anger.”

The ride was filled with tense silence. Scott dropped you both back off at Stiles’ house before leaving to pick Melissa up from her late shift.

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“You okay?” Stiles asked, kneeling down in front of you. “You wanna talk about it?”

You shook your head.

“Wanna take a shower?” He followed up. You nodded and he grabbed a few of his old garments before you made your way to his bathroom.

The scalding hot water seemed to be the only thing that had relaxed your tense muscles. The anger slowly washed off with the grime from the day. You got to thinking about the night’s events.

When you got angry, it was hard to distinguish which thoughts were truly yours and which ones came from the magic’s toxicity. Every part of you screamed at you, telling you were right. That thing did deserve to be put down. And you would’ve done it yourself if it meant saving those you loved. You didn’t feel as if you were talking with your emotions or with a black-misted mind. It seemed rational. But if you couldn’t tell last time, what was the difference now?

You allowed these thoughts consume you as you mindlessly washed your body before turning off the water and drying off. You tossed on your boyfriend’s clean clothes and made your way back to his room to see him on his computer.

“All yours,” You mumbled, still deep in thought as your dried your hair.

“Okay,” He nodded, looking over at you. He noticed your shoulders and overall stance ease with the shower. “I’ll be quick.”

And he was. It was only a few minutes before he wandered back in, rubbing the towel fiercely against his hair and discarding it in the corner of his room. You laid on his bed, stomach down with your head resting on your hand. You were so zoned out that you didn’t even notice him enter.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” He sat down beside you and rubbed your back. “You’re worrying me.”

“Was I wrong?” You flipped on your side to look at him. “I feel like I can’t tell if I speak and act with my mind or my magic-intoxicated subconscious anymore.”

“Honestly? I have no clue who’s right or wrong. I don’t think it’s a question of if the magic is fucking with your mind, it’s more about the morality behind the situation. I mean, personally, my morals lie with the best interest of those I love, but I don’t necessarily know if that’s a good or bad thing. I guess you’re both right in a sense,” He shrugged, placing his hand on the soft curve of your neck. “It wasn’t an uncalled-for discussion. But the way Scott went about it was all wrong.”

“That was such a pageant girl answer,” You huffed, making him chuckle.

“You’re right. What I meant to say is you’re so right! Fuck Scott. You know what? Fuck morality and ethics for that matter! Let’s just run away and never come back!” He said, making you giggle. “What do you think? Scotland? New York City? Ooh, what about Mexico?”

“I hear Mexico is pretty this time of year,” You smiled.

“México it is!” He cheered before you both burst into a fit of laughter. You sat up, wanting to shift the conversation to a more serious topic.

“So what about you? How are you doing after tonight?” You asked.

“Exhausted. Sore. Traumatized,” Stiles admitted. “I don’t think I’ve exerted that much energy since like elementary school when we played that two week long round of tag.”

“That bad?!” You laughed, recalling the sweet childhood memory.

One summer, you all decided to play a ‘never-ending game of tag’. When you weren’t it, you’d avoid the boys like the plague. When you were tagged, be it from one of them hid in your closet or invaded your soccer practice to tag you, you’d sneak into their own houses, t-ball games, or ask their parents for a ride somewhere to try to tag them. You all barely slept towards the end in fear of one of your friends tagging you in your sleep.

At one point, you and Scott decided to chase Stiles around Beacon Hills for hours, not telling him who was it. You didn’t stop until he fell and sprained his ankle. It was only one of the various injuries you’d all acquired in the midst of the two week long chaos. All of your parents scolded you and forbid you from ever playing tag for longer than a few hours a week.

“Almost. I’d argue that last day of tag was still, to date, the most exhausting experience of my life,” He spoke as he got under the blankets, patting the spot next to him so you’d join. You gladly abided, taking your usual position; your leg lazily tossed on top of his own while you rested your head on his chest.

“I’m so sorry,” You sighed. “I can’t even imagine. I wish I would’ve checked on you earlier.”

“It wasn’t your fault,” He yawned and kissed your forehead. “Don’t feel bad. It led to us figuring out what the hell that thing was. I will, however, need two to four business days to recover before we even think about having sex though.”

“Damn it. I was hoping we’d do it tonight.”

“Really?! Because I was totally kidding! I’m fine. I’m not even sore!” He sat up quickly, making you laugh. “You were kidding weren’t you? That was a mean joke. Don’t ever do that again.”

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry!” You giggled, looking up at him. “I’m actually really drained from today anyway. Let’s just sleep tonight and maybe reconsider in two to four business days?”

“Okay, as long as you aren’t holding out for me. Because I could totally perform FYI,” He yawned, making it very evident that he could not. “I was just warming up in the pool earlier.”

“Oh? So you and Derek were-“

“I knew your dirty mind would say something as soon as the words left my mouth,” Stiles interrupted. “Goodnight, asshole.”

“I love youuu,” You smiled up at him. He failed at holding back one of his own.

“I love you too,” He grumbled dramatically before reaching over to turn off the lamp on his nightstand.

CHAPTER 5 ->

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thelittlestkitsune · 7 years

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twentytwo // smut.

A;N: So, I want to give a ginormous shout out to my girl Mal aka @mf-despair-queen she gave me the idea for this fic and I kinda maybe got carried away. Also big ol thank you to @redstringlovers for being super supportive and constructive. I love you all and I hope you enjoy xox

Pairing: AU.

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.

Word count: 15,246 words.

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“Thanks for flying all the way out here for my birthday Ads” You spoke into your low mein, your chopsticks pressing against your lips as your best friend laughed at the other end of your sofa. “You know I'd do anything for you! Especially take time off work.” You gave her a pointed look, your eyes rolling. “Did you actually take time off or did you just leave?” She shrugged her shoulders, her smile widening as she looked away. “Tomato, tomato. I hated that job anyway.” She laughed as you shook your head. “One-day Addie, you’re actually going to have a job that you stay in for more than 3 months.” You spoke, your mouth full of food. “Yeah and one day, you’re going to actually leave your house for any other reason other than work.” She joked as you sighed, stretching your legs out from underneath you as you turned towards her. “I mean I would, but Peter has me working all these weird hours. The middle of the night is not usual business hours unless you’re a hooker or a drug dealer.” You laughed, looking at Addie as she piled noodles onto her chopsticks messily. “Maybe he’s both? To me he sounds like a power-hungry psychopath.” You nodded your head. “Yeah, well he pays well enough, even if I have to sacrifice my actual birthday.” You shrugged your shoulders. “But didn’t you say his nephew bargained that you could get this weekend off at least?” You shot her a look, placing your takeout on the coffee table. “It’s not the weekend, it’s a Wednesday night and if I'm being honest, all I want to do is sleep. Even Derek couldn’t get through to him that I wanted a Friday off” You sighed, resting your head back against the couch.

“Yeah well, I didn’t travel all the way from Columbus so you could sleep.” Addie laughed, shoving her food down as she grabbed your wrist. “Come with me.” You went slack as she pulled you, your body dead weight as she hoisted you from the couch. “You’re coming out with me tonight, and we’re going to get really drunk and make really bad decisions.” She commanded as you stood reluctantly, dragging your feet as she pulled you through to your room. “Don’t you always make bad decisions? Why do I have to be witness to this?” You scoffed as she glared at you. “Rude, but it’s your birthday?! We should be celebrating!” She whined as you gave her a pitying look. “Actually, my birthday was on Sunday, today is just another day. And can’t we celebrate by watching crappy reality TV in our pyjamas?” You pleaded with her, pulling puppy dog eyes as her blue eyes connected with yours. “No, we’re going to get you looking like a human being and get you laid. What kind of clubs do you have round here?” You shrugged, not knowing much about the town you had just moved to. “I heard there’s a pretty good gay club?” You sat on your bed, pulling your legs up against your chest. “You’re not gonna find a man there Lu.” You gave her a pointed look, your brow arched above your eyes. “I’ll find plenty of men, I just won’t be their type.” She nodded, her lips curled up in a smile. “You’ve got a good point. How about I look for a place to go whilst you shower? You smell like something that died in my fridge.”

Your mouth hung open as she pushed you towards the bathroom. “Oh, fuck you! Plus, I can’t go, I’m bloated from all that Chinese food.” You cradled your stomach, pulling your t-shirt from your skin. “Well that’s what spanx are for.” Addie retorted as you racked your brain for another excuse. “I haven’t shaved my legs and I don’t have any razors left!” You exclaimed as Addie pointed a finger to the unopened box of razors on your sink. “Fine, you asked for it! I can’t go cause i’m on my period!” You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest. “Don’t lie to me Lu, I know fine well you’re not on your period, we’re synced remember? Have been for the past 10 years?!” Addie gave you a pointed look, her finger wagging at you. “I thought you knew better than to try and get out of this. Nothing you say is going to make you stop me dragging you out!” You pulled a face, sticking your tongue out at your best friend. “What if I was pregnant?! You wouldn’t drag me out then?” You raised your eyebrows at her, shaking your head slightly. “Yeah, I wouldn’t drag you out, but you’d actually have to you know, have had sex in the past 2 years?!” She joked as you sighed. “I guess you just don’t care about my unborn child! I’ll go out with you, but you can go fuck yourself if you think I'm wearing heels.” Addie smiled at you as you scowled, closing the bathroom door in her face.

You surveyed yourself in the mirror, noting the bags under your eyes. You sighed, pulling out the hair tie from your hair as you started the shower. “Do I have to wash my hair?” You whined, knowing that Addie could hear you. “YES! Using dry shampoo for the 3rd day in a row is not a cute look. I’m picking an outfit for you!” She shouted as you heard the doors to your closet open. “Nothing tight?! And No heels!” You shouted, panic on your face as you heard her slamming about. “Yeah okay mom, let’s just put you in the convent now!” She yelled, disappearing out of earshot as you neared the shower. You peeled your sweats from your body, shivering slightly as the cool air touched your skin. I just need to get clean, then maybe I’ll want to go out more. You stepped under the water, the blisteringly hot water trailing over your tired body as you sloughed off the weeks work. You closed your eyes as you leant against the cool tiles, water running into your eyes as you sighed. Maybe going out won’t be such a bad idea. Peter had pretty much run you into the ground, working strange hours most of them after midnight. You’d been living on coffee’s brewed with red bull for the longest time and it was starting to take it’s toll on you. You pulled away from the wall as you heard Addie pound on the door to the bathroom. “Hurry up asshole, we’re gonna miss entry if you don’t get your shit together.” You flipped her off, quickly shaving your legs as you let your hair condition.

What felt like an eternity passed as you finally stepped out the spray of the water, wrapping a towel around your body as you padded out the bathroom. Steam billowed out behind you, your hair dripping around your shoulders as you saw Addie reach into her suitcase. She produced a towel, walking into the bathroom as you exited. “You better be somewhat ready by the time I get out?” She cocked an eyebrow at you as she closed the door, the water running as you stripped off your towel. You dried your skin, pulling on clean sweats as you sat on your bed. You lost track of time as you sat there, your hair still soaking as it seeped into your sweater. You heard the click of the door, steam slinking into the room as Addie emerged, her face flushed bright red. “How do you even stand in that shower for more than two minutes?” She panted gripping her towel to her chest. “It’s like molten lava, I think I just lost like 10 pounds in sweat.” She gasped, a chuckle leaving her lips. Her expression changed as she looked over you, noting your hair and the sweats. “You’re not even remotely ready.” She scowled, her head shifting to one side as she pointed at your vanity. “Get ready, we’re leaving soon.” She demanded as you pushed yourself from the bed. “Fine, sorry I lost track of time, I’m so tired.” You whined as she disappeared out the room.

She returned moments later, a bottle of wine in her hand as she sat it on the vanity next to you. “Here, have a drink!” You looked at her, your brows quirked as you noted the lack of a glass. “Addie, you seem to have forgotten something?” You asked her as she nodded slowly. “I had a feeling you were going to say something like that. So I got you this.” She produced a swirly straw from behind her back, a grin on her still red face. “You’re the worst, you know that?” You laughed as she placed the straw into the neck of the bottle. “Yeah but you still love me. Now, get ready!” She scolded again as you grabbed the straw, downing some of the wine. Your eyes scrunched together as she grabbed your TV remote, setting up your old playlists from college as she collected her clothes. Music blared through your apartment as you dried your hair, your wine slowly dwindling in the bottle. You transformed in front of your mirror, your tired skin looking more alive as you swept makeup on, your hair still piled on top of your head. “How long you going to be?” Addie asked from the bed, makeup sprawled around her as she applied mascara. “Well judging by the wine I have left, maybe like half an hour?” You responded, your spirits lifted as the lyrics to your favourite song came on. “Make it 15?” Addie shrugged as you nodded. “Sure, but I gotta tank this then.”

15 minutes later you were peeling yourself out your sweats for the second time that day. “So, what fresh hell have you selected for me today!” You gave Addie a knowing look as she walked to your closet. “I don’t think I've ever seen you in this? So, this is what you’re wearing, plus you have the cutest pair of flats to go with it?” She produced a dark green velvet wrap dress with ballet flats. “Well I'm kinda glad you chose that, it’s new and I've been looking for an opportunity to wear it.” She chucked the dress to you as you caught it clumsily. “Where did you get it? I’ve been looking for something similar for months.” Addie asked as she pulled on her tights, her body twisting to get into them. “Argent’s, it’s this cute little boutique downtown. Allison and her best friend Lydia own it, they opened a few months back. Everything is super cute. We should go there tomorrow?” You responded, slipping the dress over your head, being careful as not to smudge your makeup. “Yeah if we’re not dying of a hangover. If I go anywhere tomorrow it’ll be McDonald's.” Addie laughed as she pulled the straps of her play suit up. “True, can you chuck me the flats?” You pointed to the shoes on the floor raising your arms as Addie pelted them across the room. “I know you hate flats but can you like not take my eye out?!” You squealed as you lunged to catch the other shoe. “You’re not gonna like how it looks, you know you should be wearing heels.” Addie schooled as you shot her a glance. “You’re not wrong, I look like I’m 15?!” You joked, slipping the flats onto your feet. “Heels it is.”

You were already regretting your decision as you arrived at the club, Addie linked on your arm for stability. “Where are you taking me? This place doesn’t look legit.” You glanced over the warehouse, a single blaring neon light above the door. “It is legit! I swear! Would I take you to some place that wasn’t?” You gave her a knowing look, her face flushing red. “Don’t even bring up senior year of college. I thought that it was a club!” She defended herself as you suppressed a laugh. You cast your mind back to the night you were put in the back of a cop car, glaring at your best friend as she grinned at you. Addie pulled you back to the present, her grin the same as it was that night. “How was I supposed to know it wasn’t a club? It didn’t really advertise itself as an underground casino!” You shrugged, laughing at the memory. “You know it’s going to be on our permanent records forever.” You reminded her, watching as she shrugged. “It’s one hell of a story though.” You nodded in agreement, walking forwards to join the line of girls trying to get into the club. “Lot’s of girls are out tonight, is that a usual thing?” You wondered out loud as Addie shrugged. “Probably? I don’t know? I don’t live here.” She stood, wobbling on her heels as she leant against the wall. “I haven’t lived here that long either. Maybe we should ask the bouncer?” You asked, popping your head around the long line of people. “Sure, I’m coming with though, all of this estrogen is making my boobs hurt.” Addie chuckled as you grabbed her hand, wandering over to where the bouncer was. “Excuse me? Is it normal for this many people to be out on a weeknight?”

The bouncer turned to you, his eyes dancing appreciatively over your curves, his lips curling into a smile. “You’re not from here are you?” He asked, his eyes finally snapping up to meet yours. “No sir, just moved here from Columbus, Ohio.” He laughed, the board in his hands seemingly minuscule compared to his giant frame. “My moms from there. Names Boyd.” He reached out a hand to shake yours, his skin warm against yours. “Interesting name Boyd, I’m Lucy and this is Addison.” You pointed to Addie as she smiled, her eyes glancing over the other girls in the line. “Nice to meet you ladies. Seeing as though you’re new to town why don’t you go on in. I won’t tell anyone I swear.” He smiled, his hand releasing yours. “Thank you Boyd, come in when your shift is over and i’ll get you a drink?” He nodded, waving you into the club. “Addie, take note, that’s how you’re nice to people. I know it’s a hard concept for you to master but if you actually try maybe it’ll get you somewhere.” You laughed as you entered through a series of black doorways, the smell of perfume and tequila heavy in the air. “You might wanna save some of those nice things to say once you see where we are.” You heard Addie say as you entered through a jewelled doorway, the music pounding through the buzzing room.

You cast your eyes over the room, a bar off to your left, illuminated with strip lights featuring topless waiters. You furrowed your brow in confusion, noting the tables that lined a catwalk, a large neon sign above a podium saying ‘Do not touch’. You sighed as you turned to Addie, a sheepish look on her face as she pushed you forwards. “You brought me to a strip club?!” You near shouted, your words barely audible over the bass of the music. “Incorrect. I brought you to Ladies Night-” She said indignantly. “- It just so happens to be at a strip club!” She finished, flashing you an innocent smile. You rolled your eyes as she pulled you to an empty table near the stage. “I can’t believe you. You’re actually insane.” You laughed as you sat down in a chair, looking over the card in the middle of the table. “But are you angry?” She asked, pulling her jacket off as she fixed her hair. “A little bit. If I had known we were coming I would’ve brought more cash.” You chuckled, watching as Addie visibly relaxed. “I still hate you for this though.” You added, her back straightening a little bit. “I thought you needed to know the kind of talent here in Beacon Hills. Sue me.” You gave her a knowing look, figuring there was more to it than that. “Okay, you got me. They have half price drinks all night and no entry fee. Your girls on a budget now she hasn’t got a job!” She threw her hands up in defeat as you pulled your jacket off.

“Well my girl, you’re getting the first round. I am not nearly buzzed enough and you’re the one who dragged me out kicking and screaming.” She nodded quickly, standing as she looked over at the bar. “I don’t mind going to the bar, I mean have you seen that bartender?” She pointed lewdly at a lanky brunette, his hair glowing almost golden in the dimming light. “He looks like just your type. You know what I mean. Looks corruptible but is probably filthier than you are!” You laughed as she nodded. “Well, I guess I'm getting all the drinks tonight then.” She winked badly, smoothing out her playsuit as she sauntered over to the bar. You watched her wait there before her bartender of choice glanced at her, quickly making his way over to her. Can’t take her anywhere I swear. You smiled to yourself as you glanced around the room again. “Excuse me?” You heard a male voice say from behind you. A stocky guy with spiked blonde hair stood there, a tray in his hands. “Yes?” You asked, your eyes trailing over his abs. “I’m Theo, I’ll be taking care of you tonight, if there is anything you need at all, then just give me a shout.” He smiled, his white teeth bared in an almost predatory way. You can take care of me anyway you want.

“Okay, sure.” You nodded meekly, your lip caught in your teeth as you watched him lean over you placing two drinks on the table. “As it’s your first time in our care, the first round is on the house.” He smirked, staying haunched over you as you felt a blush creep through your skin as he straightened off. “Theo was it?” You asked, your eyes wide as you caught his blue ones. “Yes, but you can call me whatever you like.” He winked as you felt something twinge inside of you. You swallowed thickly, your fingers itching to rake through the scruff on his chin. “But what do I call you?” He asked, his eyes trailing over your neck as you felt shivers run down your spine. “Lucy” You spoke with a dry mouth, reaching for the drink he provided you. “Well Miss Lucy, sit back and enjoy the show.” He winked again as he walked off, his back muscles tensed as he gripped the silver tray.

Addie swerved through the swarm of people, drinks gripped in each hand as she sat in her seat. She didn’t even take notice of the drinks already on the table as she sipped her cocktail, her brows raised. “You look happier.” She smiled, setting her drink down. “I had an unexpected surprise. You look,-” You surveyed her face, her bright eyes sparkling in the low lighting. “- like the cat that got the cream. Go on, what’s his name?” You asked, settling back in your seat as you watched Theo walk behind a curtain. “Isaac.” she grinned, biting down on her straw. “Biblical.” You added, gripping your glass as you looked around, noting Theo had not yet made a reappearance. “I want to be with him in a way that would be announced as unholy.” She glanced over at him, your eyes following hers watching as Isaac smiled from behind the bar. You turned to her, quirking your brow as you sipped your drink. “You’re unbelievable.” You joked as the music lowered, the bass now shaking the walls. “Guess it’s show time.” You cast your eyes to the stage, confused as the curtains were still drawn. You heard the music start, but there was no sign of anyone. Slowly they pulled back, showing Theo with his back to the audience. He swung his hips to the beat, completely oblivious to the onlooking crowd.

THIS ONE.

Cheers erupted from the women next to you, choruses of jeers and whoops filling the air as Theo turned around. “I didn’t know I had an audience. Want me to carry on?” You felt yourself screaming a yes, your face flushed as you looked over his body. The single bowtie on his neck came loose as he shrugged off the waistcoat he was wearing when he served you. His eyes locked with yours as he walked down the stage, his fingers at his belt. “I see we have some newbies in the crowd tonight. How about I show them some hospitality?” He smiled a toothy grin as you swallowed, your fingers white knuckling around your glass. Screams surrounded you as girls clambered out of their seats, hands reaching for Theo and his body. All you heard was the music as he reached your table, standing on the seat nearest to you, the spotlight following his every move. You squinted as you looked up, your face level with his abs as he grabbed a drink from your table. “I don’t think you’ll mind if I take this sweetheart?” You shook your head, your mouth dry as you licked over your lips. He winked as he downed the liquid, his body rippling to the beat of the bassy song. “So how’s about it girls? How about I take these off?” You heard Addie screaming in your ear as she reached for your hand, her fingers gripping your own.

Theo looked out at the crowd, his eyes scanning the crowd before he lowered his gaze, sliding the belt out from his belt loops, his hands graciously running over his already impressive bulge. Girls around you screamed as he rolled his hips, fingers grasping at the material of his trousers. The air was so thick you swear you could cut it with a knife when his fingers pulled the tearaway pants from his skin, revealing the tight black briefs he wore underneath. Your ears rushed with blood as you bit your lip, watching as he jumped down from the seat beside you, pulling your seat out from the table. He reached a hand to you, his hands gripping your wrist as he hoisted you to his body, his cock hard against your core as he ground against you, his muscles flexed as he walked forwards. He paused for a moment, setting you down on the stage as he turned around, running his fingers through his hair, pulling another girl from a different table. He hitched her over his shoulder, stepping onto the stage next to where you lay. His arm gripped around your hips as he pulled you over his other shoulder, not even breaking a sweat as he carried you to the back of the stage. He set you and the other girl down, sliding onto his knees as he made his way down the stage once more. Mounds of money lay at his knees as he thrust into the air, the music trailing off as he panted.

You panted along with him, your heart hammering in your chest as he wandered over to you again. “Come with me Ladies, I think I owe you both another drink.” You nodded as he took your hand, his almost covering your entire fist. The other girl sat there in awe before she took his hand, him leading you both off the stage. “He’s an Omega right?!” You heard a male call, his voice booming even without a mic. “Welcome to the wolf pack ladies. My name’s Scott and I’ll be your host for tonight. Your alpha if you will!” You turned slightly as Theo led you to the bar, his arms flexing as he signalled for Addie’s favourite bartender Isaac. “Two kanima’s for the ladies.” He winked as Isaac smiled, your eyes falling back on the tanned muscular guy on the stage. His abs literally shone under the lights of the stage, his skin stretched thin over the muscles on his arms. You squinted, barely making out the marks that littered his body, his black leather pants clinging to every inch of his legs. “What’s a kanima?” You asked Theo, your eyes falling on the clear liquid. “Known for it’s venom. It’s lemon and lime infused vodka with crushed ice. It has a special kick to it, but that’s a trade secret.” Theo winked as his hands coasted over your back. “Enjoy ladies, now if you’ll excuse me. I have to go prepare for another set.” He almost purred as he disappeared. Addie was almost vibrating in her seat when you returned, her face lit up as she near screamed.

“Jesus fucking wept.” She joked as you told her about the free drinks on the table. “So when can I move in, cause if this happens every Wednesday night i’m going to need to be about for it.” She joked as two guys came on the stage, the dark stranger from before long gone. His voice still boomed out as he welcomed the Alpha Twins. They pulled a large frame with them, both of their movements in perfect synchronicity as the music started up once again. THIS ONE. They moved faster than your eyes could track, their movements precise as the bass dropped, their bodies moving into the crowd as they dance atop tables, fingers running over shirts as they ripped them leaving the material in tatters around the club. Bills flew through the air as they bucked their hips against girls, bright red faces and grabbing hands as they tutted, pointing towards the sign above the stage. They both paused, taking a second before flipping off their respective tables, your head pounding as the din in the room became a roar, girls clambering to get nearer to the twins. They took to the stage, returning to the frame, working choreography as they teased over the crowd, hips circling as they lowered the band of the boxers that clung to them. Suddenly the music cut out, their faces turning to the crowd as they shrugged, pulling the frame as the lights cut out as well.

THIS ONE.

Addie gasped aloud as all you heard was gunfire, strobe lights illuminating the stage as something was chucked, landing with a clang as smoke filled the room. “Ladies, I have to ask you to remain seated and do not panic.” You heard Scott boom, his voice steady as you saw laser sights hit girls in the crowd. They froze in fear, the beginnings of a track playing as someone moved in the shadows. Lyrics blasted as the lights came up, a guy with his back to the crowd, a gun in his hand. He swayed slowly, ducking into a roll as he came up in the spotlight, his face covered with a helmet, a riot shield in his hands. FBI blazoned on his chest as he chucked the gun to the side, the shield tossed down the catwalk. His hips bucked as he reached for his helmet, long fingers gripping onto the base before pulling it over his head. The crowd went silent as he shook out his hair, brown locks of hair falling over his forehead as he lunged forward, jumping to his feet as he pulled at the tactical vest that strapped over his shoulders. He paused, reaching for his gun as you watched shadows move through the crowd, screams erupting from girls as the guy on stage aimed for them, the shadows falling to the ground as the song continued.

You watched with rapt attention, your eyes glued to the mystery guys hips, the cargo pants he wore slung low on his hips as you caught glimpse of where his happy trail ended. You reached into your bag, clutching a wad of ones as he passed your table, his hands grazing your skin as he thrust towards you, his fingers running through your hair as he shoved his crotch in your face, Addie’s screams overpowering the music. Your eyes tracked up to meet his as he moved backwards, his utility belt stuffed with bills as he pulled his pants off, revealing a toned set of legs, his body almost completely covered in moles. He jumped back onto the stage, his gun in his hands as he shrugged off his last piece of clothing, his ass tensed as he shot at an unknown figure in the crowd. He dropped to the floor, army crawling before halting, his gun gripped in his finger as machine gun firing sounded, the strobe lights behind him flickering as every girl in the audience roared, their chest emblazoned with red sights. The music cut out as did the lights, the mystery dancer from before disappeared, the smoke finally clearing from the room. “He’s classified, but damn he likes to show off am I right ladies?” You whooped as Scott walked back onto the stage. “How is everyone enjoying tonight?” He shouted, as you heard yourself hollering back at him. “Well how about another show?!” He hyped the crowd as you slammed your fists on the table, sipping on your drink.

“Well let’s turn up the heat. It’s getting hot in here isn’t it Parrish?” He questioned as you watched a tall guy walk out, a hose dangling between his legs. THIS ONE. The opening bars to Hot in here by Nelly shook the club as you looked at Addie, her eyes wide as she licked over her lips. “I’m gonna go outside for a second. It’s almost too hot in here!” You joked as you pointed to the guy known as Parrish, your eyes lingering on his firemans get up. “Enjoy.” She said as she waved you off, her eyes never leaving the sight of the gyrating fireman. You stood, a little unsure on your feet as the cocktail hit your system, a tingling in your skin. You made your way back to the entrance of the club, flashing your wristband to Boyd as you stood in the parking lot, your skin cooling off almost instantly. Sweat clung to your chest as you reached into your bag, grasping your pack of cigarettes. “Do you have a light?” You heard a guy say as he sidled up to you, his face dark in the dim parking lot. “Yeah, just give me a moment.” You nodded as you dug in your clutch bag once more, producing a lighter. He reached for it, his long fingers latching over yours briefly as he lit his cigarette. “You enjoying the show?” He asked, his voice deep as he moved into the light, his lips pursed around the filter. “Yeah, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I arrived here tonight. It was my best friends idea to come-” You felt yourself babbling, the alcohol hitting you more now you were in the fresh air.

“Do you wish you didn’t?” He breathed, smoke spilling from his mouth as he exhaled, his eyes trailing over your chest. “I don’t know yet, lemme see the whole show and I’ll let you know.” He wandered next to you, his face illuminated by the neon lights. Your eyes latched with his as you realised who you were talking to. “You’re the FBI guy?” You asked, your lips pursing around your smoke as you took a drag. “Names Stiles.” He smiled, his lips curled up in a lopsided smirk. “You are?” He nodded towards you. “Lucy.” He nodded, fingers grasping at the roll up in his mouth. “Guess I’ll catch you after the show Lucy.” Your name rolled off his tongue as you felt something twinge inside you for the millionth time tonight. “Catch you around Stiles.” You waved him off as he headed back inside, Boyd waving him in as he turned to you. “Enjoy your night Miss Lucy and don’t miss the full moon salute. It’s a real show stopper.” He winked as you discarded your smoke, your skin hotter than it was when you came outside. “Thanks Boyd.” You smiled as you headed back inside, the roar of the audience filling your eardrums even as you were a few doors away from the main room.

You took a deep breath as you walked through those doors again, the sight before you bringing a smile to your face. Addie was on the stage, bound to a chair with a hose as the guy known as Parrish ground his hips against her, his appropriately named hose hitting against his stomach with every thrust. The song dwindled to an end as Addie laughed, freeing herself from the hose restraints. “Well that was a scorcher huh!” You heard Scott laugh, waltzing on stage. He smiled into the crowd, the light hitting his eyes in a way that made you swear they flashed red. “We still doing good ladies?” The crowd screeched as you downed your drink, realising the glasses on your table were empty. “Addie, how about I get this round?” You nodded towards the bar, signalling her bartender friend was no where to be seen. “Sounds good!” She smiled as she handed you a wad of cash, probably more than the drinks would cost. You sidled through throngs of giggling girls, bachelorettes and sweet 21’s as you approached the bar. You waved to the bartender as he ID’d a pretty young brunette, his eyes lingering on her skin for a fraction too long. “Can I have two Banshee’s?” You asked him, looking for some sort of a name tag. “Sure thing, do you want them flaming or ice cold?” He asked, his blue eyes connecting with yours. “Ice cold.” He chuckled, his lips curling into a smile. “Sounds like the girl they’re named after. I would know.” He laughed, digging into the ice bucket.

“Well it’s too hot in here and I think I just need something refreshing” You joked, your hair flipping over your shoulder as you flirted. “I get ya, you’re new here aren’t you?” He asked, his eyes flickering up your body almost predatorily. “Yep, not long moved here. You?” You asked, watching as he expertly poured gin into a tall glass. “Originally who knows? I lived here for a long time. Then I moved to London, just needed a change of pace.” He explained. “An American werewolf in London huh!” You joked, his eyes widening as you read the menu, giggling at the cocktail names. “Yeah something like that. Jackson by the way.” He smiled, handing over the drinks as you handed him the cash. “Nice to meet you.” You smiled, weaving your way back through the crowd as Scott continued to host the show, bringing some of the dancers onto the stage for hot seats. “Addie, why aren’t you up there?” She shook her head. “Maybe I don’t want to.” She shrugged, her brows high above her eyes, the same look she always gave you when she was lying. “You’re out of cash aren’t you?” You prodded, giving her a knowing look as she nodded. “There’s an ATM just near the door, it’s no charge to get cash out. I know you, you spent it all on the fireman didn’t you?” She nodded sheepishly, standing to go to the cash machine. “I’m a sucker for a man in a uniform.” She shrugged again, tapping you on the shoulder as she headed for the door, leaving you at the table.

Theo and Scott were wrestling on the stage, their bodies intertwined as Scott pinned him down, a roar shaking the room as Theo swore he could out dance Scott. “You want to see an Alpha?!” Scott roared as the room applauded. “I said, do you want to see an Alpha?!” He roared again as the crowd screamed, Theo scarpering out from underneath Scott’s grip. “Kira! How about you play my track and I’ll show you a true Alpha!” He signalled to the DJ in the corner, a small Japanese girl that looked as sly as a fox, large headphones perched around her neck. The lights dimmed as the stage cleared, Scott kneeling in the middle of the catwalk. He faced away as the room went pitch black, a growl erupting through the crowd as he turned back, luminescent red eyes glowing in the dark room. The lights came up as he jumped into the crowd, his body moving on all fours as the growling got louder, speakers booming the intro of his track. THIS ONE You laughed as the music droned on, your spine tingling as you watched him crawl onto the stage, his face different from before. Hair had grown on his cheeks, his eyes that blood red you had seen briefly as the light shifted. His nails raked over his chest as he ran across the stage, his body moving almost animalistically. Dedication to his craft huh. You laughed as he crawled along the stage, his back arching to the bass of the song as he ran his fingers through his hair. He howled as the tempo changed a deep house track running through the club.

You don’t know if it was the smoke or something in your eye but you could swear he changed again in front of your eyes, his teeth bared as he rolled against the floor, pulling girls up from the crowd and laying them in a line on the catwalk. He took to the back of the stage, kneeling in a running position as he hurtled through the air, his muscles stretched as he landed. The crowd applauded as the track continued, his body rolling over the girls on the stage as you chewed on your straw. Addie returned at some point, but you were glued to the stage, your eyes never leaving the tanned so-called alpha. “Earth to Lucy?!” She waved in your face as she unfurled your fist, stuffing a load of bills in your hand. “Go nuts, he’s clearly your favourite.” She laughed as you nodded dumbly, your lips dry as you licked over them. You waited until he passed your table, his body brushing yours as you pushed the money into the band of his briefs, his eyes looking over you as you smiled. You watched him wink, those red eyes piercing into you as he moved through the tables, pressing himself into girls, his cock twitching in his briefs.

The music ended as he took to the stage again, taking a bow as women littered the stage with bills, his fingers grasping at notes. “Thank you, Ladies. Now are you ready? I heard that someone in the crowd is having a birthday?!” He scanned the crowd as your face went red. Luckily one of the new 21ers yelled, her lithe body jumping out the seat. “Happy Birthday! How old are you today?” Scott asked as he got her up on the stage. “21.” She said shyly, her face bright red. “How’s it been so far?” He asked as she nodded excitedly. “Best birthday I've ever had.” She laughed as he cajoled her. “Who’s your favourite act tonight? I won’t kill you if it wasn’t me.” He pressed the mic into her face, her small voice almost unheard over the speaker system. “The Alpha Twins.” She giggled, hiding her smile. “Well it just so happens they are waiting for you in the Red Room, so if you follow Theo, he’ll direct you to your birthday present.” She looked shocked as she took Theo’s arm, her little legs tottering towards the curtained room. “But I heard she isn’t the only birthday girl in the audience.” He smiled, your face dropping as you watched Addie jumping in her seat pointing towards you. “Lucy in the sky with diamonds, get your cute little ass over here.” You sunk further into your seat as you shook your head at Addie. “I hate you.” You joked, eventually standing up, only to smooth down your dress.

“Now a little birdy told me that you didn’t know what you thought of the show.” He joked as you remembered the conversation you’d had with the FBI guy outside. Stiles was that it? “He says he’s willing to give you a second chance at witnessing the show first-hand, do we have a deal?” You nodded as Theo appeared again, his arm outstretched, ready to lead you to the other curtained room. You don’t know what washed over you as you spoke, your voice clear as it rang through the chattering room. “What if I want two dancers? Like the other birthday girl?” Scott turned to you, his lips pressed together as he spoke. “And what other dancer would you like?” You swallowed thickly, pressing your legs together as you cleared your throat. “An alpha.” You declared, the room jumping into action with hollering and whooping. “You heard her ladies. Looks like my duties are needed elsewhere. I’ll leave you lovely women in the very capable hands of Theo.” He chucked the mic across the room to Theo, who caught it without looking. “Well look who’s finally the Alpha around here?!” He shouted, the crowd screaming in reaction. “Now Lucy, if you’d like to come with me, your birthday present is waiting just behind that curtain.” Scott whispered in your ear as he led you off stage, pointing to a green veil, the light beside it red. “I’ll be right behind you.” He whispered again, his lips ghosting over your skin as you tried to quell the burning inside of you.

You pulled back the gauzy curtain, your mouth falling slack as you saw how small the room was, the walls blacked out as strip lights illuminated dark corners. Faux candles scattered the sideboards, oils and random liquids decanted into jars. You didn’t pay them much attention as you spotted Stiles on the loveseat in the middle of the room, his back facing you as you wished to run your fingers through his hair. “Birthday girl!” He smiled as he turned around, his face properly visible for the first time all night. He was all cheekbones and lips, moles speckling his pale skin as he stood, his dark honey eyes quickly running over you. “Nice of you to join us, I see you sprung for the premium package.” You furrowed your brow in confusion, walking to sit on the loveseat he not long vacated. “I didn’t get this. Addie must of bought the package when I was outside.” You shook your head, reminding yourself to thank her later. “When you were with me?” Stiles asked as he leant against the wall, waiting for Scott to come through the curtained door. “That would be the time that I was outside.” You chuckled nervously, your eyes trailing over the room as you tried to avoid looking at him for too long.

You sat in awkward silence, not knowing what to say to Stiles as you waited for Scott. Your eyes caught Stiles’ abs as the neon hi vis vest brushed back as he twiddled something in his fingers. “You seem nervous” He joked, pointing at your jiggling leg as you pointed back at his twiddling fingers. “Right back at you, first night on the job?” You laughed as he shook his head. “Nah, I’m just a different person when I’m here.” He shrugged nonchalantly, your eyes drawn away from his happy trail as Scott stepped through the door. You sighed, your eyes glued to Scott’s oiled chest, your lips caught between your teeth. You sat back against the love seat, your legs crossed as Scott walked in front of you, fist bumping Stiles as he swung around to talk to you. “Hi.” He spoke slowly, his gaze falling over you as he eyed you up, chocolate brown eyes boring into your skin as you breathed a hello back. “Has Stiles explained the rules of the Green Room?” He asked as you shook your head, giving Stiles a small smile. “We haven’t really talked much.” You added as you turned your attention back to Scott, your hair flipping over your shoulders as your eyes caught his. “Usually we can’t shut him up. It’s called the Green Room because nothing is off limits. You can touch, a privilege only a few can afford.” He continued as he moved closer to you. “You get one dance, but it doesn’t have to end there. We’ll have a drink with you after the show. How does that sound Lucy?” He cocked his head as you pressed your legs together, excitement running through your veins.

“That, sounds like I owe my best friend a drink. At least.” You giggled as Stiles smiled, his eyes crinkling as he moved behind the love seat, his hands resting on your shoulders. He bent down to talk to you, his low voice reverberating over your skin as Scott disappeared into the corner, his fingers flicking at a switch as music began to play. THIS ONE. “Now just sit back, and relax. Enjoy yourself.” You blinked slowly as the lights lowered, Scott’s body precariously close to yours as he ground his hips. Stiles rubbed over your shoulders, his long fingers trailing over the crook of your neck, your nerves raw as you leant back into his touch. Scott reached for your hands as he pulled them to him, your fingertips running over his abs, the skin blazing hot as he straddled your hips, your legs coming uncrossed at his weight. Stiles moved his hands, feather light touches grazing your arms and rib cage as he toyed with the material of your dress. Scott’s body rolled against yours as he ran his fingers over the exposed skin of your thigh. His fingers gripped you closer to him as he hitched your legs over his hips, his cock twitching against you. You watched him through lust blown eyes as he stripped off the vest he wore, ripping it from his body as he planted his feet on the floor. He pulled you up against him, rolling himself against you as he supported you; his hands splayed against your ass. Stiles’ touch left you as Scott stood you on the table in the middle of the room.

You tracked Scott as he walked the room, your attention otherwise diverted as you felt Stiles’ hands on your body, his hips bucking against your ass as he swayed your hips against his. The beat of the music flowed through your body as he turned you to his chest, your fingers stripping the vest from his body as you unbuttoned his jeans. You lost yourself in the music, the feeling of Stiles’ hands on your waist as Scott appeared behind you, the scratch of his jeans against your legs as he rolled over you. You turned to face them both, stepping wobbly off the table, falling back into the loveseat as you watched them, their hips rolling counter clockwise of one another, the movement hypnotising as jeans were ripped from legs. You bit back a moan, one you didn’t realise was on the top of your tongue as they paused, their fingers in the bands of their briefs before Stiles jumped from the table, sitting in the space next to you. He smirked as his hand brushed your hair from your neck once more, nails raking at your skin as he pulled you atop his hips. You bucked slightly, a growing need building within you as his cock pressed against your inner thigh, the material of your dress bunching at your hips as Scott breathed over your neck.

Stiles lips were almost on your skin as the music began to lower, the sound of it trailing off as you wished it would never end. They moved from your skin, taking place in the centre of the room as they lowered themselves to the floor, biceps curling under taut skin as they crawled towards you. The music ended as they took places at your knees, their lips pressing to the skin on the back of your hands, each set of eyes piercing your own as they panted. Your fingers released from theirs as you ran your fingers through their hair, something you had wanted to do all night. You panted as they stood, their lips swollen as they reached for your hands, pulling you to your feet. You smoothed over your dress as Scott placed his hands on your shoulders, Stiles ducking down to grab your feet. Together they hoisted you up, both of their grips on your skin sent electricity through your skin as you swallowed thickly. They walked together, carrying you from the green room as they took you back to your seat. “Now we have one more show birthday girl. But we’ll be back.” Stiles spoke first, his eyes hooded as they pushed your seat back in. “It’s the full moon finale, who knows what can happen after that.” Scott winked as you giggled, reaching for one of the drinks on the table.

The guys disappeared after that, your chest falling heavily as Addie gawked at you. “Shut your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” You joked, downing drink after drink. Your head was spinning as you caught your breath, finally cracking a smile at Addie. “So?!” She squealed excitedly, her eyes wide as she leant forwards. “I owe you way more than a drink.” You breathed, remembering the way they had felt against your body. “You don’t owe me anything, except details when you remember how to get your heart beating again.” She joked standing to get you guys some more drinks. “Addie, don’t bother, it’s the final show, we probably don’t need another drink.” THIS ONE .You pushed her back into her seat as the music started up, each guy taking place behind a screen. You breathed heavily, screams erupting from the crowd as the final countdown screeched out over the sound system. Every girl jumped to their feet as the music shifted. You and Addie exchanged looks as she grabbed her purse, shoving bills into your hands. “Maybe we might need that drink. I’m pretty thirsty.” She joked as you nodded, your mouth agape as each guy took place. The music continued as each shadow moved in perfect synchronicity. Addie disappeared from the table, almost running to the bar as her eyes never left the stage.

Every guy on the stage froze before they began to dance in canon, moving from behind the screen one by one. The music pumped louder as you screamed, unsure where you should focus. Smoke blew from machines behind you as the bass tripled almost tenfold, your body shaking as each guy made his way down the catwalk, displaying his best dance move at the end. All the girls were clapping along, the lyrics of the song belting from everyone as you cheered, your fingers gripping bills. Stiles walked down the stage, his face slightly covered by his hair as he dropped onto his hands, performing one handed push ups, pulling around so he was doing them backwards, his muscles glistening underneath the lights. Your mouth went dry as you glanced around for Addie, realising she was still at the bar. Stiles was joined by Scott as he made his way down, reaching out a hand to pick his friend up before performing a complicated handshake. Stiles walked away, his shorts low on his hips as your eyes coasted over the muscles of his back. You bit down on your lip as Scott flexed, his body rolling as he took to his knees, ripping his shirt off before rubbing it over his cock, chucking it out into the hungry audience.

Your legs crossed as all boys wandered into a line, every single move choreographed to the T as they all filed behind the screen. Every girl in the audience booed as the music lowered, everyone's hearts dropping as the end of the night rolled around. The final chorus rang out as you watched their silhouettes rip off the shorts they all wore. Hips circling to the lyrics as they moved, your eyes darting over each and everyone of them. The music lowered still, the lyrics repeating as the lights dimmed. They cut out completely as the music came back illuminating the other side of the screen. With one swift movement you watched as the screen dropped, the material cascading around their feet as you got a glimpse of their bare asses, arms crossed over their cocks as they stood in a line. The crowd erupted into screams as confetti canons sparked off, the music blasting as the guys turned around, one hand covering their crotches as they walked forwards to give their final bows. As the music dispersed so did the guys, Scott eventually running back to give one last thanks. “Good night Ladies!” He shouted as he ran off again, the lights coming back up as the crowd chattered excitedly. Addie waved you towards the bar as you collected your coats, heading over to where she chatted to Isaac and Jackson. “So the boys were just telling me that Ladies night runs every Wednesday. So now you have to come here every week.” She laughed as Isaac looked over her, his blue eyes wandering over her exposed chest.

“Well I’d love to but my bank account would seriously hate me for that!” You chuckled as Jackson side eyed you, his lips curling up into a smile. “We welcome everyone. Tippers or not.” He winked at you as you felt a blush ripple through your skin, Isaac giving Jackson a look of disapproval. “Okay Jackson is a trust fund baby, maybe he doesn’t need the tips but I do!” Isaac joked, clearing off the bar as you guys talked between yourselves. Time passed as you waited for Scott and Stiles to come out from the dressing rooms, watching as Jackson and Isaac bickered behind the bar. The room eventually cleared out, all the excitement draining from the room as your body buzzed, still excited from your birthday dance. Alcohol swam through your veins as you sipped on the neon drink, your mouth still dry as you felt yourself craving fresh air. “- you’re just jealous you can’t pull off a scarf!” You heard Isaac defend himself almost childishly, Addie chewing on her straw. It was always a tell of hers, whenever she liked a guy she’d chew her straw. “Jackson, do you think I have time to nip outside?” Jackson looked over at the door as he saw a blonde enter the room, her red lips pursed in a firm line.

“Unfortunately, not, you’re gonna have to leave. Don’t worry, you’ll still get your birthday drink. Wait by the staff door and the guys will meet you there.” He winked as your face fell. “So, am I going to see you again?” You heard Isaac asking Addie as she grinned, her cheeks bright red. “Maybe, I mean I have someone who lives in town now, so maybe.” She winked as you pulled her away from the bar. “According to Jackson we have to leave, but he said if we wait by the staff entrance then the guys will meet us there?” Addie nodded, her lips pouting as she looked as Isaac. You clinked your glasses together as you downed the liquid within them, grinning like idiots as you waved goodbye to the handsome bartenders. “Dude, Jackson totally had his eye on you.” Addie slurred happily as you walked out of the club, arms linked. “I don’t think so Addie, besides I’m not his type.” You shrugged, reaching the door as a gust of wind hit you. “Why not? You’re totally gorgeous and you’ve got this amazing figure-” You cut her off, your fingers latching over her mouth. “He’s gay.” You looked her in the eyes as she lowered her brows, realisation kicking in. “How do you know?” She asked as you walked past the bouncer, Boyd long gone as he was replaced with a bitchy looking blonde with riot red lips. “Cause he was practically sweating and panting when the Alpha Twins came on. Plus one of the twins was eye fucking him in the finale.” You added curtly, reaching into your bag to pull out a cigarette. “Well that makes sense.” Addie shrugged nonchalantly, pulling the cigarette from your fingers. “You shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for you.” She smiled as she placed it between her lips, signalling for a lighter.

“You’re such a scrounger.” You laughed, reaching in your bag for your lighter. You passed it to her as you leant against the brick wall. “Well let me replace what she took from you?” You heard Stiles’ low voice, his fingers producing a carton from his khaki pockets as he walked to you. “Why thank you!” You smiled, taking it graciously as he placed one between his plump lips, the skin only slightly chapped. “You’re welcome. Sorry about the long wait girls.” He apologised, the light from the lighter illuminating his eyes as he breathed in. “It’s okay!” Addie laughed, the noise of it tinkling through the early morning air. “So you’re the best friend huh? Nice to meet you, names Stiles!” He waved hello to Addie, his head slightly nodding as Addie smiled. “You’re the FBI guy right?” She asked as he nodded again, his hands running through his hair, the strands slightly damp as he grinned. “Among other things of course.” He winked at you as you swallowed, choking slightly on smoke as Scott appeared in the staff doorway. “Scotty! What took you so long?” He jeered, slapping Scott on the back as he lit up a smoke. “No hot water. Had to take a cold shower.” He murmured, his voice stuttering. “Probably for the best. Dude, I’ve told you not to smoke. You have asthma!” Stiles scolded Stiles as Scott looked him in the eyes. “Had. I had asthma.” He reminded Stiles as they looked at both of you. “Hey, so we can’t have a drink here because ladies night is officially over and it goes back to normal club hours.” Addie giggled as she shrugged. “We could’ve stayed. I’m not adverse to a good set of tits.” Stiles gave her an appreciative look. “Amen to that!” They high fived as you all stood in a circle, your hands covering your chest as you shivered.

“So, what’s the plan then?” You asked, your teeth chattering as you looked over the boys. They looked different with their clothes on, Scott’s hoodie was tight against his skin hugging his muscular frame. You couldn’t hide your attraction for him as your eyes wandered down his chest, taking in his more than generous bulge in his jeans. “We know a bar not too far from here. Our friends Mal and Malia own it.” Stiles added, your eyes flickering over him as you took in his soft brown hair, his checked shirt laying open over a graphic tee. Khakis added to the ensemble as Scott laughed, wiping his chin as he spluttered. “Can you say it’s our friends bar when they’re both your exes?” Stiles shot Scott a look as he smiled. “You just love bringing that up, don’t you?” Scott nodded. “Yeah well, regardless, we’re all still friendly!” He defended himself as you chuckled. “Is it far from here?” You asked, turning towards the street. “About a five-minute walk?” You nodded, wobbling on unsteady feet. “Hold up, just got to get tonight's earnings from Erica and then we can get going.” Scott added, crossing the parking lot to the bitchy blonde as she handed him a ziplocked bag.

“So, what’s this place called then?” Addie asked, discarding her extinguished smoke. “The Den. It’s more of a bar rather than a club, which is easier if you want to get to know someone.” Stiles winked as he looked over you, his lip caught between his teeth. You breathed shakily, your lips puckered as Scott bound over to you guys. “Let’s go!” He smiled, leading the way away from the strip club. No one talked much on the short walk to the bar, Addie happily singing songs she’d heard throughout the night. You silently thanked the lord as you arrived at the cosy bar, relieved to see booths empty as you slid into one happily. Stiles walked to the bar, awkwardly waving down the leggy brunette as she crossed the small space towards him. You turned to Addie, a smile on your face as Scott excused himself from the booth for a moment. "So how are you enjoying your birthday?" Addie asked, a happy smile on her face.

"You know it may be my best birthday to date!" You exclaimed happily, the alcohol in your system making the room warmer as you settled into the cushioned seat. "You mean it beats the birthday we had in Mexico?" She asked, her brows furrowed as she looked at you. "Yeah, I mean Mexico was fun, but the bug I got from that certainly was not." You added as she nodded in agreement. "Not to be crude but you thought the world was falling out your ass." You laughed as you covered your mouth, the laugh turning into a cough as Scott returned to the table. "I mean you're not wrong." You agreed, smiling at Scott as he slid in opposite you, his large hands clasped together as he leant in. "What are you two giggling about?" He asked as you shot a look at Addie, her face bright red. "Just talking about a trip we took to Mexico a couple of years ago." You explained, watching as his eyes lit up. "Stiles and I went to Mexico years ago too, met up with a few friends, it was pretty great. Some of it was not so great." He added, his eyes darkening slightly.

"Yeah well not every holiday is perfect, is it?!" Addie exhaled, looking over at the door, an expectant look on her face. She glanced at her phone, something you hadn't even noticed that she had out. "You expecting someone?" Scott asked as Stiles returned, his long fingers gripping at a small black tray, ladled with shots of amber liquid. "Just someone that works at the bar." She sighed, pocketing her phone again. "But it looks like he's not going to show up." She reached forwards, grabbing two of the shots before downing them in quick succession. "Isaac?" You asked her as she nodded, her face wincing as she slammed the glasses down. "That'd be the one!" She smiled as Stiles and Scott shared a knowing look. "He doesn't finish at the same time as us, he has to prepare the bar for the regular crowd so he might still show up. The night is young and so are we!" Scott roared as he handed you two shots, clinking his glass against yours. You maintained eye contact with him, his eyes tracking your lips as you necked the amber liquid, the cool quickly turning burning hot as it hit your throat. You placed the glasses back on the table, wincing as you swallowed the last of your shots, a current running through your body.

"So, what brings you to Beacon Hills Lucy?" Stiles pried, his eyes boring into yours as you twiddled your fingers. "I took a job with a self-made millionaire. He's an ass but he pays well." Stiles' eyebrow cocked as he looked at you. "What's his name?" He asked as you explained. "Peter Hale?" You spoke questioning as Stiles' face relaxed. "Of course! Who else would it be?!" He gesticulated wildly, his long limbs flying through the air as he collected himself. "I take it you know him?" You asked as Scott nodded. "Something like that." He spoke quietly, his voice lower than you had heard all night. "He’s an ass, we don’t really talk about him much. Malia’s not too fond of him either. Actually, she’s particularly not fond of him.” Stiles added as you quirked your brow, curious as to why. “Any reason why? Or is it just cause he’s a colossal dickhead?” You slurred slightly, your head spinning as Malia arrived at the table, her hands pressed against her hips. “He’s my dad. Don’t worry about it though, we’re not your typical family. Let’s say if I'm having a crisis I have a family to lean back on.” She winked as Scott gave her a nod. “Hey where’s Parrish? Mals been looking for him all night.” Malia asked as Stiles and Scott shrugged. “Last I heard he was showering at the club. Should be here any moment-” Scott cut himself off, his head nodding towards him. He was lip locked with a pretty brunette, the girl you knew as Mal. “See he found his way to the bar” Addie joked as Stiles smiled. “And back to his girlfriend, well soon to be fiancée but Mal doesn’t know that yet.” He added as Malia smiled.

“Oh she knows, she found the ring. She’s just waiting for him to get his shit together and actually ask her.” Malia spoke curtly, her eyes sparkling as she smiled a toothy grin. “Well he better hurry up!” Addie laughed, watching as Mal broke lips with Parrish, smiling widely as she filled orders behind the bar. Malia waved goodbye, heading back through the crowd, her tanned limbs stalking as she collected glasses. “Don’t see why she doesn’t just hire Liam and Mason to do that.” Scott joked as Stiles nodded. You didn’t understand who they were talking about but you enjoyed their company. Drinks flowed as did the conversation, all of you getting to know each other better as the music ebbed in the background. A high-pitched squeak interrupted your conversation as Addie jumped up, her face lit up by her phone screen. “BITCH, dance with me!” She yelled, the song changing to one of your favourites. “You know I can’t actually dance though!” You whined, your feet throbbing from the heels. She shot you a look as you stood, pulling at the hem of your dress as you sidled out the booth. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to satisfy her need to become Beyoncé.” You laughed as they both looked over you, your dress clinging to your every curve. “I don’t need to become Beyoncé. I am Beyoncé. She is me. Me is she. Kindred spirits.” Addie giggled, all of her words jumbling into one as she grabbed your hands, dragging you towards the crowded dancefloor.

You laughed as she ground against you, her arms in the air as she dropped to the floor, your hips circling to the heavy bass of the song playing. You gripped your drink in your hand as you wound, the alcohol in your system making you more carefree. You barely felt eyes on you as you tipped your head back, lights flashing behind closed eyes. Addie pulled your arms, linking her fingers with yours as you both moved, laughs piercing the air as you danced, both of the guys at the booth staring at you as you let your guard down. “I’ll be right back” You shouted to her, pressing over her as she danced. She barely paid attention to your words as she gyrated to the music, her fingers running through her hair. She had a wide grin on her face as she danced, it was one of the only times she truly looked as insane as she was. You wormed your way out of the throng of sweaty bodies, your dress sticking to you uncomfortably as you followed flickering neon signs to the bathroom. You hadn’t surveyed yourself all night and now you knew the boys were looking at you in a certain way, you wanted to make sure they liked what they saw.

You fixed the bit of eyeliner that had smudged down your cheek, reapplying your lipstick in the mirror as Mal from the bar walked in. “Hi! You must be Lucy?” She asked, her tone chipper as she rinsed her hands off in the sinks. “You’re Mal right? Parrish’s girlfriend?” You responded, slightly unsure of yourself as you leant against the marble countertop. “Yeah, just his girlfriend. I found a ring weeks ago but he hasn’t done anything with it.” She sounded despondent as you reached out a comforting arm. “He’d be stupid not to take you as his wife. I’ve known you for all of what?-” You faked looking at a watch on your wrist as you caught her eyes. “- like three seconds? So I think he should get off his ass.” You joked, watching as her face lit up, her cheeks blushing red as she gave you a warm smile. “You’re really nice, no wonder Scott likes you so much.” She winked as you swallowed. “How do you know that?” You asked her, nervously pushing your hair behind your ears. “Cause you’re just his type. Also Stiles can’t keep his mouth shut for more than three seconds.” She laughed, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Not necessarily a bad thing.” You responded as you chuckled. “Definitely not a bad thing.” She added as you walked out the restroom, your spirits high as you watched Addie dance with a familiar guy. He looked different with his shirt on, but from the scarf you could tell that Isaac had finally found Addie again.

“How about I buy you a drink on the house? I heard it’s your birthday.” Mal asked as she headed over to the bar. “You really don’t have to!” You thanked her as you made your way back to the booth. Your eyes caught a glimpse of Parrish as he leant against a wall, talking with a few of the other guys from the club. You sighed as you wandered over to him, tapping his arm lightly as you felt emboldened by the spirits flowing through your veins. “Excuse me, you’re Parrish aren’t you?” He nodded, his look confused as his eyes tracked over your face. “You don’t know me but I know your girlfriend. I see the way you look at her. So wife her up.” You prodded his chest, marvelling at the way your finger bent back, almost like it had hit a brick wall. He looked angry for a moment, something catching fire in his eye before he calmed down, his eyes tracking over Mal. “Thanks. I needed the push, even if it was from a person I don’t know.” He chuckled, sipping his drink as you smiled. “Well now you do, i’m the girl that changed your life. YOU’RE WELCOME!” You cheered, waving goodbye to him as you slid back into the booth; Stiles and Scott were in deep conversation.

You sipped on your drink as you watched Addie dance with Isaac, the both of them almost glued together. You smiled, knowing she was happy as you swayed to the music. “Why aren’t you dancing birthday girl?” Scott asked, his intense eyes connecting with yours as you swallowed the drink you’d been swilling in your mouth. “Oh, Addie started dancing with Isaac and I don’t really dance-” You trailed off, shrugging nonchalantly as Scott smiled. “Excuses, you just haven’t found the right partner, come dance with me?” He reached out his hand towards you, as you stood. “Fine but don’t show me up, you know fine well you can dance.” You laughed, referencing the show earlier. “Don’t think he can always dance. It tooks months of intensive choreographing to get him to that stage.” Stiles joked, sipping on his drink as he lowered his eyes to the table. You laughed, running your fingers over the back of your neck, the skin still sensitive from earlier, the ghost of Stiles’ fingers still pressing on you. You waited by the booth as Scott slid out, grabbing your hands as he pulled you to the dance floor. Your skin came alight as he pressed you to his chest, your legs straddling his as he rocked you, his hands pressed against your lower back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers lacing together as you caught tendrils of his hair between your fingertips.

His lips pressed against your ear as he hummed to the music, moving your hips against his as the beat slowed. Your heart hammered in your chest as his breath fanned over your hot skin, the material of your dress shifting up your thigh. Your eyes opened as Scott danced with you, your eyes catching Stiles’ as he sat in the booth, his straw wedged between his teeth. You lowered your head to Scott’s shoulders, maintaining eye contact with Stiles as Scott’s hands smoothed over your hips, his fingers splaying against your ass. You swung your hips in figure eights as you turned, your back against Scott's chest. His fingers hovered on your waist, one hand coming up to move the hair to your neck as he kissed over the skin there. Your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into Scott’s touch, your head spinning as you lost yourself in the music. You moved instinctively, arching yourself against him, looking through lust blown eyes at Stiles only to find the booth empty. You looked around confused, constantly getting distracted by Scott’s lips, his teeth trailing over the sensitive spot beneath your ear. You licked over your lips, your feet faltering as you slipped on the floor. Cool fingers reached out to catch you as you registered Scott’s hands on your thighs.

You glimpsed Stiles as he moved towards you, his eyes dark in the smokey bar, lips curled up in a smirk. He inched closer to you, his movements precise as if he would scare you off if you moved too fast. You smiled, nipping at your lips as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders, Scott’s hands firmly pressing your ass to his hips. “I wanted to dance with the birthday girl.” Stiles spoke, his nose pressing against your ear as he smiled. “All you had to do was ask.” You responded, pulling him closer to you as you swayed wedged between both dancers. You turned after a while, every song blurring together as you moved, their bodies against yours as the hour passed. Eventually all things had to come to an end though, Addie’s hands gripped your arms as she pulled you from Scott and Stiles. “Write your address on my hand.” She pointed to her wrist, shoving a sharpie in your face. You looked at her in confusion as Isaac hung around behind her. It was then you saw her lipstick was smudged, her hair slightly out of place. “Okay, be safe.” You rolled your eyes, hugging her before she disappeared out of view. You turned back to Stiles and Scott, apologising for the interruption as they glanced at the bar. You turned around, noticing Malia stood on the bar top, her hands cupped around her mouth.

“Yo! It’s late, get the fuck out the bar.” She shouted as you heard a screech of joy, Mal’s small body hurtling at Parrish as she latched her body around his. “And unless you want to be privy to some really sappy lovely dovely bullshit I’d leave.” She gestured to Mal, proudly staring at her hand, the light reflecting off a delicate ring on her left hand. “Well, looks like he finally did it. Wonder why that was?!” Stiles joked bumping into you as you walked towards the booth, collecting your jacket and purse. “I had absolutely nothing to do with it I swear!” You joked as Scott gave you a knowing look. “Yeah okay I had something to do about it. I’m impatient.” You shrugged, pulling your hair from the collar of your jacket. You regretted it instantly, shifting it off your shoulders as you headed for the door, Scott and Stiles by your side. The bar emptied as you stood outside, a cigarette between your lips. “So what now? Is there another bar?” You asked them, their eyebrows cocked above their eyes. “It’s like 4am. I know you’re a big city girl but here we are certainly not big city night people.” Stiles laughed as your face dropped. Your body was still buzzing from their touch, your system foggy from the drinks but not as much as it usually would affect you. Something about the guys made your body alive. “We can always continue on back at our place?” Scott suggested, his lips curled into a suggestive smile. You found yourself licking over your lips, your stance shifting slightly as your mind wandered about what would happen back at their apartment.

“Walking distance or cab?” You asked, secretly desperate to get out of your heels. “Cab, we live on the other side of town.” Stiles smiled, hailing one down as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “Ladies first!” Scott held the door of the yellow cab open as your crawled through, making sure to sway your ass giving them ample view of your ass in the skin-tight dress. “So where to?” The cabbie asked as you shrugged, Stiles quickly giving the address, his fingers lightly resting on your bare skin. His light touch pooled heat within you, something that had been building from the second you entered the club. “So, you two live together and work together?” You asked, your fingers absentmindedly stroking over Scott’s thigh. “Yeah, we’re not adverse to sharing.” Stiles whispered as Scott leant over, his arm now resting on top of yours as he brought your hand to rest over your throbbing pussy. You’d yearned for this all night and now it seemed like a reality you had to stop the urge to pinch yourself. “Well that makes for a better friendship I feel.” You spoke, your breath catching in your throat as you sank down in your seat, the cab drivers eyes connecting with yours as he glanced in the back seat. Scott pressed against your cunt, his fingers manipulating yours underneath your dress. You bit back a stifled breath, careful to keep yourself from making it obvious in the back of the car.

Your fingers traced over Stiles’ thigh, the coarse material of his khakis running underneath your fingertips. Your eyes connected with his as your hands roamed over his growing bulge, his cock twitching at the lightest of touches. Your breathing slowed as your heart hammered, slow and insistent as Scott traced your finger over your clit, dipping back into your entrance as the cab took a sharp turn. Scott moved your hand away quick enough as the cabbie pulled into a parking lot outside a tall apartment complex. “Here you go.” He clicked the overhead light on, your eyes catching the severe expanse of thigh you had on display. The driver turned to you, his eyes wandering down your skin before he took one look at Scott and Stiles. “Have a good night.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively, as you smiled awkwardly. “You too!” You sang as you exited the cab, adjusting the hem of your dress once more. Stiles led the way to their apartment.

You didn’t pay much attention the decor as Scott closed the door, his fingers pulling at the material of his hoodie before you could even blink. “Now Birthday Girl what do you want?” He asked as Stiles pulled your jacket from your shoulders, tossing it onto the couch. “Whatever you’re going to give me.” You responded your voice barely a whisper as he closed the gap between you. “Well I'm not sure about you, but for what I want to give you, you won’t be needing this.” He raked over the soft material of your dress, his fingers leaving a trail of electric running through your skin even through your dress. You watched as Stiles set up some music, stripping off his over shirt and tee, leaving his chest bare to you. Your eyes flickered between his freckles and moles as you nodded towards him, urging him to move closer. “If you want it off, all you have to do is ask.” You murmured as Scott dipped his head to your neck, pushing your hair to one side as he sucked wet hot kisses into the hollows of your collarbones. Your body was on fire as you felt Stiles pull at the spaghetti straps of your dress, his nails lightly catching your skin as he pulled them down your shoulders, his lips pressed on the other side of your neck. You moaned lightly, your body rolling between them both as Scott pulled the tie on your hip, the dress hanging from your frame as you closed your eyes.

Stiles maneuvered the dress from your body, letting it cascade around your ankles as your fingers wrapped around Scott’s arms, the muscle hard to the touch as you melted between them both. Stiles’ fingers ran over your waist as Scott pulled at the band of your panties, rough pads of his fingertips grazing your tingling skin as you pulled away. “Not here.” You breathed, wanting to feel them on you once more. They led you from the living room, through a hallway into a bedroom before pulling you onto the bed between them. You faced both of them, reaching behind yourself to undo your bra, letting the strapless material fall from your body. You watched through lust blown eyes as their eyes glazed over, each of them lowering themselves to your chest. You wobbled, uneasy on your knees on the mattress, each set of lips tracing over your tits. They licked expertly as you felt your heart stop, the throbbing in your pussy getting stronger as they sucked your nipples between their teeth, rolling the sensitive peaks. Your head threw back, the room going fuzzy as warmth pooled between your legs. You looked down, a mass of hair tickling your skin as they picked you up, ridding you of your panties as they lay you on your back. Scott’s hands roamed over your stomach as he snaked his way down your body, your hips bucking against the contact as he pressed a finger to your clit. He stopped licking over your body, lying next to you as you spread your legs, pressing yourself harder against his agonisingly slow touch.

He circled over your clit, his lips pulled wide as he smiled watching you squirm. “You sound sexier than I could’ve ever imagined.” He whispered to you, his eyes connecting with the place you two met, his pace quickening slightly as you choked out a moan. “I bet you taste better than I ever imagined too.” He added, lifting his fingers to his mouth as he licked over them, your eyes hooded as you watched him. “I wasn’t wrong.” He chuckled, lowering his head to place kisses on your skin as he brushed over your clit once more. Stiles had raised his head a while ago, moving himself further down the bed to your knees, his nails digging half moons into your thighs as he licked over his lips. He lifted one hand to his face, the long digits scratching over the beginnings of stubble as he slid his hand down your thigh. Your heart stammered as you arched your back as the fire Scott created climbed higher within you. Stiles paused as Scott slowed, before he surged forwards, his long digits teasing over your entrance as you choked on a moan, his fingers sinking into you as you arched from the bed once more. The fire within you climbed higher still, every peak of the flame licking at the nerves in your body. You let out a strangled cry as Stiles curled his fingers, hitting the spot within you that made you forget your own name. “Fu-” You stammered, your toes curling as they moved in sync, Scott’s fingers quickening over your sensitive clit as Stiles pumped his long fingers into your cunt.

“I can-” You didn’t finish your words as your mouth hung open, your muscles tensing as pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave. Your head spun as you writhed beneath their touch, your body overloaded as Scott’s hair tickled your chest. Your eyes rolled back as you slammed back against the bed, the boys not even stilling as your breath quickened, the fire still raging on inside you. Your orgasm barely subsided as the pushed you to the edge again, your nails raking against Scott’s back as you fisted the sheets. Stiles whispered, barely audible over your moans but you heard him none the less. “Cum for me baby.” You didn’t need him to tell you what to do as you came away from the bed, Stiles’ fingers slowing as you crashed back to the mattress, your head spinning. “Good girl. What do you want now?” You heard Scott ask, your eyes fluttering open as you caught your breath. “I want to see the other side of the full moon show.” You whispered unsure he heard you. “Which one?” He asked, nodding between himself and Stiles. “Both.” You opened your eyes fully, your peripherals fuzzy as you sat up. Your head swam as they moved from the bed, standing at the edge of the bed as they stripped off the last of their clothes. “Jesus-” You found yourself mouthing as they stood proudly, cocks hard as they gazed over your body.

You leant forward, crawling on your hands and knees as you sat on the edge of the bed, your hands reaching for their cocks in unison. You gripped them both lightly, adjusting yourself as you lowered yourself onto your knees in front of them. “How about I see if I think you’re as good as you taste Scott?” You teased, rolling your thumb over his head as he cantered forwards. You lowered yourself towards him, your other hand stroking over Stiles’ generous length as you wrapped your lips around Scott’s head, a groan leaving his lips. Your hand quickened over Stiles as you sucked Scott into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing as you ran your tongue over him, his cock hitting the back of your throat. He stilled as you took him all the way to his base, your nose diving into the curly dark hair as you pulled back, his cock twitching as you smiled up at him. You licked over your lips, toying with the precum on the tip of your tongue. “What about you Stiles?” You turned your attention to him, looking up at him as his mouth hung open, his hips bucking towards you. “Do you taste delicious too?” You asked, not giving him time to respond as you circled his head, sucking him into your mouth before bobbing your head. He choked on his breath, a moan slipping past his pink lips as he bucked towards you Scott pulling away from your grasp.

You felt him shift behind you, his hands gripping at your hips as you sucked Stiles further into your mouth, your tongue rolling over the vein on the underside of his cock. You felt Scott palm over your ass as Stiles’ hands knotted into your hair, his arms guiding you to where he wanted you the most. Your pussy throbbed as Scott ran his head over your slick folds, his cock pressing against your sensitive clit as he positioned himself at your entrance. You moaned as he pressed himself inside you, burying himself to the hilt as he bottomed out inside you. Your eyes rolled slightly as he began to thrust, giving you both a moment to adjust to his length as you backed up against him. “You just love fucking his cock whilst choking on mine don’t you baby.” Stiles cooed, moving a tendril from your face as you moaned, Scott’s hips snapping against yours. The embers of the fire within you sparked as you took Stiles’ cock fully in your mouth. Your lips wrapped tight over him as you used your hand to run your nails over his balls, the sound of his moans heaven to your ears.

Scott growled as you tensed around him, your body slamming against his as Stiles fell from your mouth, a mewl replacing it. “Do that again baby.” Scott asked, his fingers tapping against your hips as you tensed again. Whimpers left your lips as Scott pulled you flush to his chest, your back arched as Stiles knelt in front of you. He licked over his fingers, trailing them down your body leaving a cool path in his wake as he pressed his fingers to your clit. You tensed at his touch, Scott’s fingers digging harder into your skin as Stiles flickered over your clit. Your breathing hitched as you cried out, your body going slack for a moment as Stiles caught you in a kiss, his tongue sloppily running over your lips as you came. He slowed as you deepened the kiss; Scott’s pace faltering as you tensed once more, his own orgasm washing over him as he bottomed out within you. Stiles pulled you from Scott, your legs hooked over his arms as lay on the bed, pulling you atop him. You lowered yourself slowly, all of your muscles shaking as you straddled him.

He sighed as he bottomed out within you, his hips instantly snapping up against yours. He pulled you down to him, kissing over your neck as he rolled you onto your back. He knelt between your thighs, teasing over you before plunging back within you. Your body shook as your eyes swam; every nerve in your body on edge as he placed your legs on his shoulders. Scott disappeared leaving the room as Stiles pounded into you, a cacophony of moans in the large room as his cock slammed against your G-spot. You cried out, the sound strangled as it left your dry throat as you tensed around him, your body spasming as you fisted the sheets. Stiles paused before his hips slammed against you once more, his eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy as his orgasm washed over him. He fell atop you, catching himself on his strong arms before shifting from between your legs. You curled into a ball as Scott entered the room, loose lacrosse shorts hanging from his hips. You looked in his hands noticing the glasses and the bottle tucked in the crook of his arm. “Intermission and Act two?” He asked, a small smile on his lips as you sat up. “Of course.”

You awoke the next morning, your mouth dry as you read the alarm clock. 11am. Not bad seeing as though you only fell asleep around 8. You pulled the covers off of yourself, looking over the already purpling marks on your skin. You smiled, heading towards the sound of music from the living room. You noticed a clean jersey on the dress, pulling it over your head as you searched for your panties. “Breakfast?” You heard Stiles say as you turned, noticing his just rolled out of bed hair. “If there’s enough to share?” You said hopefully, checking your phone as you grabbed your clutch. A few missed calls from Addie but other than that no damage done after the amount you drank last night. You flicked through your conversations, selecting Addie as you drafted a message.

Don’t expect me home till later. Best. Birthday. Ever.

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