But that was before (Part 2)| Stiles Fluff/Smut
But that was before Part 1
Plot: STILES X READER its match day and you and stiles finally get to talk about what happened at the party. *Smut warning
You walked out of class to find Lydia already standing there, holding two coffee cups. As you walked over, she handed one to you with a smile. “Double shot vanilla latte, before you ask” Lydia adds as you smile and you take a sip. You hadn't realised how much you were in need of caffeine. You thanked her as you both headed towards the lacrosse field. There was a big match against Devenford Prep so there was no way you were missing it. Coach was too preoccupied screaming at Greenberg to notice you and Lydia slip into the stands. You were thankful that it was summer so that you didn't have to wait for the mental benches to warm beneath you; the sun had already done it for you. Below you, coach’s discussion with the team had finished and they broke into their usual sub-groups. Liam, Kira, Scott and Stiles being one of them. Stiles instinctively scanned the benches for familiar faces and his eyes found you. Not you and Lydia, just you. You didn't exactly know how you knew the difference but it just felt different. His eyes locked with yours and his face lit up with that adorable crooked grin that makes you want to kiss him. Well, more than usual. “So,” Lydia coughed breaking your daze “are we going to talk about what happened on Friday?”
It was the Tuesday after the party and you hadn't spoken to anyone about what happened between you and stiles and no one had mentioned it to you. Come to think of it, you and stiles hadn't actually spoken about it. Everything had just gone back to the way it was before you left- apart from the werewolf thing, obviously, which everybody in the pack knew about now. It wasn't a shock to anyone, nothing really was anymore. If somebody told you they had just been attacked by big-foot you wouldn't be very surprised. “And by that you mean ..?” “I mean where you and Stiles vanished to for like half of the party” Lydia said as she tilted her head to the side. You could almost feel Scott’s ears on you. Unsure of whether stiles had mentioned anything to Scott, you decided it would be best to miss a few details. “Firstly, it wasn't half the party you're being dramatic and secondly he was mad at me so we just talked things over but everything is fine now” She squinted her eyes at you as if she was analysing your face “Hmm, if you say so” Thankfully the game started soon after which meant no time left to talk. Malia and Hayden joined you both just as the whistle blew to start the match. Malia was another reason you didn't want to mention anything about Stiles. They hadn't broken up that long ago and you felt like you had broken some kind of girl code for hooking up with him that soon after; although technically Malia had spent the majority of her life as a Coyote so it's doubtful she even fully grasped the concept of girl code. The score was even on both sides when the whistle blew again indicating half time. The four of you made your way down to the team benches as they came off the field. Stiles, who was actually on the field for once, walked back over with Liam. Scott was too busy praising Kira for her good shot and rewarding her with a kiss or two. You took a protein bar out of your backpack and handed it to stiles. “You are a life saver” he mumbled as he removed his helmet before practically shoved half of the bar into his mouth making him look like a chipmunk. “Hey! Where's mine” Liam sulked “Dude you’re a werewolf, why the hell would you need an energy boost?” you defended. “Maybe if you went to sleep at midnight like a good child you wouldn't be as tired” stiles sassed as he demolished the rest of the bar. “You sound like his dad” you laugh, trying not to react to stiles hair being smoothed down flat against his forehead from the helmet, although you were pretty sure your heart rate doubled. “Somebody has to knock him down a level, the kids already one of the best on the team I can't have him being one of the best in the pack too” he joked as the two of you unconsciously distanced yourselves from the others “so you wanna help me with a case after the game? You were always good at picking up the bits I missed” You agreed with a smile before coach called all the players back onto the field.
The second half of the match flew by and unfortunately the team got thrashed by Devenford which made Liam’s IED flare up; Scott had to take him back to the locker room before the rest of the team arrived to calm him down. After the game, the group the branched off: Scott went with Kira, Lydia and Malia to study for finals, Liam with Hayden left with Liam still sulking and then you with Stiles. It wasn't odd that you and stiles went home together. Before you left, you usually went back to Stiles' to work on the crime board after every practice- he said he liked the way your mind processed things. You chatted absentmindedly in the car as you drove back to his house. You and stiles never seemed to out of conversation, although you couldn't work out if that's because you got along easily or whether it was just because Stiles rarely shut his mouth. Both of you sat staring at the blank crime board as you ate the last of the pizza you ordered. You were trying to figure out who the ‘beast’ was and seemed to be getting nowhere. There was no concrete evidence for any one of your theories and the police radio hadn't reported any sightings. “Can we not just say it's Theo so we can just get rid of him already” stiles moaned and he stalked over to the board and pinned Theo’s face directly in the centre. You walked over and unpinned it “No, we can't.” Stiles let his head fall into your shoulder as he let out another groan “If we don't solve this soon people are going to die.” “I know," you sigh you nuzzle your head into his and start you run your fingers through his hair "I know.” “Why is this so difficult” he breathed as you felt him relax against you. “there’s just no evidence-” “No,” he interrupted as he lifted up his head “I mean this…us…Friday” You weren’t sure how to answer or what to respond or what exactly he meant by difficult. It wasn’t difficult was it? I mean sure there a few people who might be slightly angry and we have been friends for a while now but it was just a few kisses it was hardly a matter of life or death like everything else in Beacon Hills. “What makes it difficult?” “I don’t mean the situation, I mean me” he droned as he slumped back down on the bed, you sat down next to him “I was trying to get us two alone all week and now that you’re here I don’t actually know how to bring it up, bring us up” “It was kinda backwards, but technically you have brought the situation up” you grin trying you hardest not to laugh at him. His general awkwardness was another one of your weaknesses. “Shut up” he sulked as he nudged you with his shoulder, which did make you laugh. “okay but seriously what did you want to talk about?” “I know you had had a drink and I don’t think you have mentioned anything to anybody about it so if it was just a spur of the moment, you only live once, we’re both single so why not kind of thing then-” “I don’t regret it stiles” you blurted almost offended he would even imply it “I didn’t tell anybody in case you didn’t want me to and for the record I can’t get drunk with the whole wolf thing, remember?” The nervousness vanished from his face to turn into a smile and then to confusion “why wouldn’t I want to tell anyone ” “you didn’t break up with Malia that long ago so I thought it would still be a bit fresh. Plus I’m not exactly arm candy material and I practically pounced on you…” “you did not pounce on me, from my memory it was more than equal on both halves” stiles smirked. “and you’re much more than arm candy to me, you know that”
Stiles said that he had broken things off with Malia about two months ago, after the whole Donovan situation, but the pack weren’t really talking to each other so they didn’t really talk about it properly until recently. You also spoke about the incident with Donovan; Lydia had told you about it but you wanted to hear it from him, mostly to check he was coping alright. He wasn’t. Stiles teared up as he spoke about it but you didn’t interrupt him, it almost seemed like he wanted to confide in somebody about it- stiles knew you wouldn’t ever judge him. You had always stuck by him during his crazy theories and ideas which is probably why he liked you helping him with the crime board. He brought up the ‘you being a werewolf’ situation so you told him how you got bit. You explained that you couldn’t help but get involved in supernatural events. You picked up on so called ‘animal attacks’ and missing peoples reports in the paper and alarm bells went off in your head. You started to investigate, began snooping around crime scenes and asking around until people began to get suspicious and the culprits got irritated. They were the biggest pack in New York apparently, the biggest pack with the worst reputation. They were convinced you were a hunter, so they did what they thought would be the worst kind of punishment- they bit you. But obviously you weren’t actually a hunter so you didn’t kill yourself as they believed you would so instead you turned. Turning was hard on your own but you had seen how Scott and the others coped so miraculously you got through it with zero casualties. Once you turned, you were on their radar and they didn’t like you enough as it was. You told your mom everything that happened and she gave you money so that you could flee for a while until they would have stopped looking for you. You ended up going to stay with your Dad in Louisiana for the last 2 months, at least that way your mom knew you were safe. Stiles never took his eyes off you as you told the events of the past 6 months of your overly dramatic life, he was totally captivated. After hours of catching up, you both noticed that it had gotten dark out so stiles offered to drive you home. The drive home was a lot more cheerful than the past few hours had been. The atmosphere was a lot lighter and you were back to your usual banter. You and stiles basically spoke in fluent sarcasm when the two of you were together which usually ended up with you both in fits of laughter. The more you laughed the more you realised how much you really had missed him, there was no doubting that you and Stiles had chemistry. No matter what that chemistry lead to, just friends or more, you never wanted to lose the feeling you had when you were with stiles.
“I wish you lived closer so then you could have left later” stiles moped as he pulled into your driveway. “Well you could always come in, you know?” “Won’t your mom mind?” “My mom adores you, plus she’s at work tonight” Stiles didn’t need much more convincing than that and he soon followed you into the house. You used to live on the outskirts of town and you had recently moved nearer to the hospital for your mom. She hated driving though the woodland roads at night, not that you blamed her. Your mom had unpacked the majority of downstairs before you returned to Beacon Hills but the contents of your room was still in boxes, all except your wardrobe, dressing table, lamp and a mattress on the floor. Stiles followed you into the box-filled room, careful not to not knock over piles of stuff on his way in “this place is like a fortress” “Yeah, I totally forgot what a mess it was, sorry” you said as you dropped your backpack onto the floor. You suddenly felt a strange vibe coming from stiles. You turned to face him again and caught him staring at you before he diverted his eyes to elsewhere. You were new at this still but you concentrated on his chemo-signals. Hunger? No that wasn’t right… lust? Stiles slowly paced across the floor towards you, his eyes scanning over your body as he walked. He was uncharacteristically confident and it was a massive turn on, you felt your breathing hitch. He seemed to notice causing a soft smirk to bloom on his face. The second his feet landed in front of you, his hand wrapped behind your neck, pulled you closer and he crashed his lips into yours. Yep, that was definitely lust. Neither of you were shy, not this time. His tongue slid over your lower lip as his hand slipped under your top, and began caressing your bare waist. He pulled away for a millisecond to tear your vest top over your head before he returned his attention back to your lips. You grabbed him by his shirt, stepping backwards until your ankles hit the bed, and pulled him down onto the mattress. You managed to remove his shirt before he pinned you onto the bed. You both began tossing and turning in the sheets, his shaking hands touching every bit of bare skin on you. He stopped and pulled away slightly, leaving you gasping, as his eyes slowly raked over your chest and torso. His adrenaline was pumping so fast that he hardly seemed to remember removing your top. “Fuck” he groaned, still staring. You felt yourself flush; he was staring at you like you were all he ever wanted, like his eyes were trying to absorb every detail of you. The tension grew too much so you pulled him back down over you. Your fingers traced the muscles of his back as he burrowed his face into your neck and began kissing from your neck to your chest and down your torso until he reached the top of your shorts which, after looking at you for approval, he pulled off you rapidly. You mentally praised yourself for your choice in underwear- matching black lace can never go wrong. Stiles leant back over you, opening your legs and moved down between them. You wriggled in anticipation. He kissed over the lace, sending vibrations to your core which alone made a moan roll from your mouth. After hearing your response, he pulled the lace to the side and kissed you there softly before he began to kitten lick your clit. An electric pulse ran through your body causing your toes to curl and your back to arch slightly. You grabbed his hair for support making him groan into you. He continued this, the speed of his tongue increasing gradually; He pulled off your thong to get better access then he began teasing you with his middle and index finger before started pumping them into you. Your back arched again, the pleasure of him running throughout your body, nerve impulses caused your legs to start to spasm and you tugged harder on his hair whilst his fingers curled inside you. “Shit, shit, shit” you stammered and your eyes slammed shut and stars invaded your vision. Stiles never stopped until you had rode out your high. He removed his fingers from you and placed them into his mouth, sucking on them seductively. You pulled him back over you. You could feel his dick pressing against your thigh and you could taste yourself on his lips. You flipped over so that you now lay over him. Resting a leg on the bed at either side of him, you began to grind against him causing his kisses to become fiery and needy. You pulled his chinos and boxer shorts off after you fumbled with his belt and zipper then flung them onto the ever-growing pile of clothes before taking his shaft into your hands. You pumped his length with your hands whilst licking the pre-cum of his tip causing his hands to grip the bed sheets. He shifted onto his elbows so he could watch you work on him. Once in the rhythm of things, You advanced to taking him fully into your mouth, your tongue swirling around him as you hollowed your cheeks. “Fuck, Y/N” He moaned as his head fell back in pleasure. “Stop otherwise I’m going to cum” You slowly pulled away and straddled his hips again, watching with anticipation as he ripped open the foil packet and slid the condom over his length. Taking his cock in your hand, you aligned it with you entrance as you began to gradually press yourself down against it. You held your breath unintentionally as you adapted to him inside you. Once you were down fully and the sting was replaced with satisfaction you began to lift yourself back up and down repeatedly on his cock. His hands gripped your waist as he aided you, thrusting into you at a rate faster than you could do on your own, whilst you clutched his shoulders to balance yourself. “this,” Stiles panted lustfully into your ear “is what I was imagining in my head when I pulled you onto my lap on Friday” His words turned you on just that little bit more and you started to bounce more intensely against him. The room soon filled with pants and moans of each other’s names as you both were close and your walls tightened around his shaft. You lost control of yourself as your muscles tightened and your whole body began to tremble on top of him. Stiles held your back to stabilise you as he continued to thrust into you. Your head fell back and your eyes slammed shut whilst you screamed Stiles’ name as you came. The sound of his name leaving your lips seemed to push him over the edge had he finished too. You wrapped your arms tightly around his shoulders and kissed him passionately. Both of your bodies were sticky with sweat and his hands felt clammy against your face as he swept strands of hair away. He looked at you with the biggest smile on his face. “You have no idea how long I have been imagining that” he admitted, still grinning. “Fucking hell Stiles” you chuckled, rolling your eyes “You could have told me that sooner” “why?” he questioned as he pulled the duvet over you both and you lay down on his chest “Because I have had a thing for you since before you even knew my name” “I have always knew your name Y/N, and now your new neighbours definitely know mine”
