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LEGEND*
S: SMUT (NSFW/EXPLICIT)
M: MATURE (GORE/VIOLENCE)
A: ANGST (UNNERVING/UNPLEASANT)
F: FLUFF (EUPHORIC)
O: ORIGINAL WORK (ORIGINAL CHARACTER/STORY)
Hope you’re doing well. I’m just getting into writing - mainly K-POP/Anime/Celebrity x Gender Neutral/Male Reader SMUT - any requests/suggestions of any kind would be highly appreciated!
K-POP / K-DRAMA
S.Coups (Choi Seungcheol) x Male Reader | S
Choi San x Male Bottom Reader | S
Cha Eunwoo x Male Bottom Reader | S
Jung Wooyoung x Male Reader | S
Jeon Jungkook x Male Reader | S
Choi Yeonjun x Male Bottom Reader | S.M
Keeho (Stephen Yoon) x Male Bottom Reader | S
ADDICTED | Byeon Woo Seok x Male Reader | M.A
Choi Beomgyu x Top Male Reader | S
Library + Fascination | Sim Jaeyun x Male Reader | M
MARVEL
TASM Spider-Man x Male Bottom Reader | S
Shadows of Betrayal Part 1 Grant Ward x Male Reader | M.A.O | SPOILER ALERT
Peter Parker | Tom Holland | Boyfriend Headcanons | Gender Neutral Reader | M
CALL OF DUTY
Ghost x Male Bottom Reader | S.O
DEMON SLAYER (KIMETSU NO YAIBA)
Akaza (Soyoma Hakuji) x Human Male Bottom Reader | S
TEEN WOLF
Cookies and Cuddles | Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader | F
We Just Fucked | Stiles Stilinski x Bottom Male Reader | S
ANOMALY Part 1 | Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader | O
ANOMALY Part 2 | Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader | M.O
ANOMALY Part 3 | Stiles Stilinski x Male Reader | M.O
SYNOPSIS: Finished writing a really nice Timothée Chalamet fic, but I wrote it using elegant language, and now i don't know how to write/transition to smut for it - suggestions appreciated! I genuinely like the story as much as Library + Fascination [Jake] and Addicted [Byeon Woo Seok] [my best written fics], so I'm super nervous.
Wrote a really good Timothee Chalamet story, but I think wrote it so well that I'm scared to write the smut for it WHICH KILLS THE WHOLE POINT because it was a Xmas SMUT fic and now it's become this REALLY BEAUTIFUL WELL BUILT LOVE STORY and I REALLY want them to fuck BUT LIKE I CANNOT it's ACTUALLY so hard because the whole fic i used poetic elegant language not the *let's fuck language* and now i don't know how to transition this into smut BECAUSE IDK HOW TO WRITE ELEGANT SMUT. I ONLY KNOW FILTHY DIRTY SMUT WRITING, and now I'm really sad BECAUSE I WROTE THE STORY SO WELL. So now IDK what to do AND I would REALLY APPRECIATE YOUR HELP any advice is welcome ! Would u guys prefer an sfw version for now and NSFW later when I figure it out, or should I leave the smut for part 2 or like HOW EVEN WHY IS THIS SO HARD SOS . IM GONNA CRY ITS SO GOOD (IN MY OPINION, PLS DONT BE UPSET IF ITS ACTUALLY MID🤣🤣😅😅)
HELP GUYSSSSSSS SOS ! 5800 WORDS TO ONLY END UP NOT BEING ABLE TO WRITE THE ENDING IS MADDDDDDDDD :(
Hi ik you mostly write male reader but i was wondering if you could write some gn headcanons for Spiderman (Tom), doesn’t have to be smut just what’s it like dating this fine man.
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Warnings: Sexual Themes, Mature/Explicit, Gender Neutral Reader, Tom Holland As Spider-Man, Not Proof Read
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~What dating Parker feels like on a day to day basis
THE SKYLIGHT CATASTROPHE
One night, there’s a thud loud enough to rattle the walls, followed by an ominous silence. You know exactly what’s happened even before Peter pokes his head through the window, windswept and grinning sheepishly.“So, uh… surprise! You have a new skylight!”
You cross your arms, unimpressed. “You broke my roof again?”“Okay, technically, it was already fragile. I just… sped up the process.”
The next morning, you find him on the roof, duct tape and webs in hand, muttering to himself like he’s crafting a masterpiece.“Peter, you’re going to fall.”He waves you off without even looking up. “Relax! You’re being ridiculous. I’m Spider-Man—I won’t fall. Skylights are all the rage anyway. Just think of it as me upgrading your house for free!”
Right as he says it, his foot slips, and he stumbles forward, barely catching himself with a web against the gutter.“SEE? I caught myself!” he says triumphantly, cheeks flushed as he steadies himself.
You stare at him, appalled. “Peter, I’m not worried about you, you blithering idiot. I’m worried about my house! Fall on the road and break your head if you want, but I swear to god, if you break my house again—”
“Noted. No more house-breaking. Promise. Bob the Builder’s retired anyway,” he grins.
WEBBED LAUNDRY
You pull a ruined hoodie out of the wash—bright red, stretched beyond recognition, and sticky with web fluid. Marching into the living room, you hold it up like evidence.“Peter! Why is my hoodie fused with web glue?”
Peter looks up from the couch, cereal bowl in hand, his eyes widening. “Ohhh… yeah, about that…”
You glare, waiting.
“I, uh, might’ve had to yank my suit off super quickly after patrol last night—it was covered in webs—and I didn’t realize it stuck to your hoodie in the laundry pile.”
You narrow your eyes. “You didn’t realize?”
Peter sets the bowl down, flashing a nervous grin. “Look, web fluid is mostly water-soluble! If we wait a day, it’ll dissolve!”
You groan, holding up the ruined fabric. “It better dissolve. Or you’re buying me a new hoodie.”
Peter slides an arm around your waist, grinning. “Or… we could share this one? Exclusive Spider-Merch for my favorite person.”
THE GREAT SPIDER-MAN’S HANDYMAN FAILS
You and Peter finally move in together, which should have been exciting—except unpacking with Spider-Man is a nightmare.“Peter, where’s the box with the kitchen stuff?” you ask, arms crossed.
Peter scratches the back of his head, sheepishly pointing to a corner. “Uh… it’s webbed to the ceiling. I thought it’d save space?”
You sigh. “Okay, fine. But why is there a Spider-Tracer in the toaster?”
He grins nervously. “Security measure?”
Later, you catch him trying to web a shelf together instead of using screws.“PETER!”“What? This is structurally sound!”
THE HOODIE INCIDENT
Peter freezes when he sees you curled up in his hoodie, sleeves hanging past your hands.“You stole it again?”“Finders keepers.”
He steps closer, voice low and teasing. “Looks better on you anyway.”
Before you can respond, he tackles you onto the couch, hovering over you with a grin.“You’re not keeping it.”“Make me.”
MORNING HEATWAVE SNUGGLES
You wake up tangled in Peter’s limbs, his face buried in the crook of your neck. It’s cozy—until you realize he’s a human heater.“Peter. Let me go. I have stuff to do.”
“Five more minutes,” he murmurs, pulling you closer with ridiculous Spider-strength. “Spider-Boyfriend privilege.”
“You smell like sweat and bad decisions.”
Peter chuckles, his breath warm against your skin. “Want me to make another bad decision?” His lips brush your jaw as his voice drops, teasing. “I can make you sweaty too.”
Heat flares in your cheeks, but you manage to mutter, “You’re impossible.”
His smirk is pure trouble as he rolls you onto your back. “And you love it.”
SWINGING FOR BEGINNERS
The first time Peter suggests swinging with you, you laugh nervously. “No way. I like my life.”“It’s safe! You’ll love it—I promise.”
The moment he scoops you into his arms and leaps off the edge, you scream loud enough to wake half of Queens.“PETER, I SWEAR—”
“You’re fine!” he calls out, laughing as the wind whips past. “Just enjoy the ride!”
You bury your face in his shoulder, heart pounding. “I’m never letting go. Ever.”
Peter grins, holding you tighter. “Good. I wasn’t planning to let you go anyway.”
ROOFTOP MIDNIGHT ESCAPES
Peter swings into your room after patrol, his suit half-off, hair wild from the wind. “C’mon. Let’s go somewhere.”
Before you can finish protesting, he sweeps you into his arms like it’s the most natural thing in the world.“Peter!” you yelp, clutching his shoulders as he shoots a web and leaps into the night.“Trust me, I’ve got you,” he murmurs, his grin softening.
The wind whips past, adrenaline rushing through your veins as he swings effortlessly between buildings. When you finally land on a rooftop, he pulls you close, his lips brushing against your ear. “You’re not scared, are you?”“Not anymore,” you whisper, and his smirk grows as his lips meet yours, slow and steady, grounding you after the thrill.
POST SWING MOMENTS
After a particularly daring swing where Peter narrowly dodges a billboard, he sets you down on a rooftop, his arms still firmly wrapped around your waist.“Are you okay?” he murmurs, his voice low as his thumb brushes your cheek.“I’m fine, Peter. You can let go now.”
He doesn’t. His grip tightens, and his voice drops to a husky whisper. “You have no idea how hard it is to let you go.”
Your breath catches as his lips brush yours softly at first, then with increasing intensity. His hands slide to your lower back, pulling you closer until the world disappears around you.
“SHH, I’LL MAKE IT WORTH IT.”
Peter returns from patrol late at night, finding you half-asleep on the couch. He crouches down, brushing a kiss to your temple.“You awake?” he whispers.
You mumble something incoherent, only stirring when his lips brush yours again, this time slower, more deliberate.“Shh,” he murmurs, pinning your wrists gently above your head. His grin turns playful as he leans closer. “I’ll make it worth keeping you awake.”
Your heart races as his kisses deepen, trailing down the side of your neck. “You’re impossible,” you manage to say, though the way your breath hitches betrays you.
“And you love it,” he murmurs, his lips pressing firmly against your pulse, his smirk growing when you shiver under his touch.
SHOWER?
Peter comes home sweaty and grimy after patrol, and you shove him toward the shower. Minutes later, his head pokes out, water dripping over his shoulders as he leans lazily against the doorway.“You know… showers are more efficient with two people,” he says, his grin pure trouble.
You roll your eyes, turning back to your book. “Peter, no.”
He steps closer, letting water drip from his still-damp hair onto your shoulder as he leans down to whisper in your ear, his voice low. “You sure? I could scrub your back… or hold you against the tiles.”
Your cheeks burn, and you push him away half-heartedly, glaring. “Peter—”
He catches your wrist, pulling you to stand, his eyes locked on yours. “What?” he murmurs, tilting his head, his smirk teasing but his touch firm. “You’d look cute all wet.”
“Stop!” you squeak, swatting his chest, but he’s already laughing, pressing a kiss to your temple before finally retreating back to the bathroom.“I’ll leave the door unlocked, just in case,” he teases before disappearing behind the steam.
DATE
Peter had promised to meet you at the café after your shift. You’d been looking forward to it all day—just a simple hour with him, no superheroes, no chaos. But an emergency call from Ned about some escaped tech left you waiting alone, watching the minutes tick by.
When Peter finally arrived, his hair disheveled and guilt written all over his face, you didn’t even need to ask.“I’m so sorry,” he blurted out, his voice tinged with desperation. “There was this thing—Ned needed help—and I couldn’t just leave it—”
“It’s fine,” you said sharply, though your tone betrayed your disappointment. “I get it. You have other responsibilities.”
His shoulders slumped. “No, it’s not fine,” he muttered. “I messed up. And I know it’s not the first time.”
You sighed, softening as you saw the guilt etched across his face. “Peter…”
“I’ll make it up to you,” he said, almost pleading. “Just… give me a chance.”
Later that night, he showed up at your window with a bouquet of daisies that looked like they’d survived a tornado and a homemade playlist.“I know it’s not much,” he mumbled, scratching the back of his neck. “But these reminded me of you—bright and sweet. And I put all your favorite songs on here, so… I hope it makes up for me being a total idiot.”
You couldn’t help but laugh as you took the flowers, pulling him into a tight hug. “You’re lucky you’re cute,” you muttered.
“Lucky you think I’m cute,” he teased, kissing your temple. “I’ll do better next time. Promise.”
TRIVIA NIGHT
Ned had invited you both to trivia night, but no one warned you how competitive Peter could get. It started innocently enough, with Peter rattling off science and history facts like a human encyclopedia. But when the questions shifted to pop culture, his confidence started to falter.
“You’ve never seen Mean Girls?” you asked, incredulous.“Uh, no?” he replied, looking genuinely confused.MJ rolled her eyes. “Peter, how do you even function as a person?”“I fight bad guys!” he defended, flustered. “I don’t have time for… whatever this is!”
As the final round approached, you noticed the way Peter’s brows furrowed, his shoulders tensing like he was about to swing into battle. Leaning over, you cupped his face gently, forcing him to meet your gaze.“Peter,” you said, your voice teasing but warm, “you’re cute when you’re losing.”
His jaw dropped, and before he could protest, you kissed him in front of everyone.
Ned let out a dramatic gasp. “In public? With witnesses?!”MJ snorted. “That’s disgusting. I’m rooting for you two.”
When you pulled back, Peter’s face was a brilliant shade of red, but the grin he gave you was dazzling.“I don’t even care if I lose now,” he whispered, leaning in for another kiss. “This is so worth it.”
HANDMADE
Peter had been acting strange all week—fidgety, distracted, and overly secretive. You were starting to wonder if something was wrong when he showed up at your door with a small, carefully wrapped box and a sheepish grin.
“What’s this?” you asked, raising an eyebrow as he practically shoved it into your hands.“Just… open it,” he said, bouncing on the balls of his feet.
Inside was a sleek black flashlight, surprisingly lightweight, with a small engraved spider emblem on the side. You turned it over in your hands, curious.
“It’s not just a flashlight,” Peter said quickly, scratching the back of his neck. “I, uh, noticed you sometimes leave the light on at night, and I thought… maybe this would help.”
Your chest tightened. He’d picked up on your fear of the dark without you ever telling him outright.
“It’s also kind of… Spider-Man-approved,” he added, gesturing nervously. “There’s a tracker inside, so I’ll always know where you are. And if you press the button three times really fast, it sends an SOS directly to me.”
You stared at him, overwhelmed by the thoughtfulness of it all. “Peter…”“I just want you to feel safe,” he said softly, his brown eyes earnest. “Even when I’m not around. You’re my world, and I want you to have something to remind you that I’m always here for you.”
Your throat felt tight as you stepped forward, wrapping your arms around him. “I don’t even know what to say,” you murmured against his shoulder.
“‘Thank you’ works,” he joked, though his voice was thick with emotion.
Pulling back, you met his gaze and smiled. “Thank you, Peter. I love it. And I love you.”
His face lit up, and he pressed a kiss to your forehead, holding you close. “I love you too. Always.”
SPILLING
Peter had always admired how hard you worked. While he juggled Spider-Man and school, you balanced late-night shifts, studying at your rundown public school, and still somehow found time to make him feel like the center of your world. But admiration wasn’t the only thing he felt—sometimes, he felt inadequate.
On the other hand, you often wondered how you ended up with someone like Peter Parker. He was a literal superhero, acing advanced physics while you struggled with Algebra II. You worked part-time jobs just to help keep the lights on at home, and there were days when you felt like you’d drown under the weight of it all.
That tension finally bubbled over one evening. Peter swung by your place unannounced, but his usual warmth was absent. He dropped onto your couch with a sigh, his shoulders slumping.
“You okay?” you asked, sitting beside him.
He shook his head, staring at his hands. “How do you do it?”
You blinked, caught off guard. “Do what?”
“Everything,” he muttered, his voice barely audible. “You don’t have superpowers, or Stark tech, or a fancy school helping you out. And you’re still… incredible. You’re better at life than I am, and I’ve got every advantage.”
The words stung—not because of what he said, but because they mirrored your own insecurities.
“What are you trying to say?” you asked, your voice cracking as you braced yourself for what felt inevitable.
Peter hesitated, his jaw working as he tried to find the right words. “You deserve someone who can keep up with you. And I’m not sure I’m enough.”
Your breath hitched, and before you could stop them, tears began streaming down your cheeks. “Wait, are you saying this is over?”
“What? No!” Peter sat up straight, his hands shooting out to reach for yours. “That’s not what I meant! I’m talking about me, not you! I’m the one who’s not enough!”
“You are enough!” The words burst out of you, but the crack in your voice betrayed how deeply his statement had shaken you. “I’m the one who’s not enough, Peter. Look at you! You’re saving lives while I’m just trying to keep the lights on at home.”
Peter’s brows furrowed, guilt flooding his features. “What? No—no, don’t say that.”
“But it’s true,” you whispered, pulling your hands free and wrapping your arms around yourself. “I can barely make it through my shifts without wondering if I’m going to mess something up. And then I see you—perfect Peter Parker, superhero and genius—and I just… I feel so small.”
For a moment, there was nothing but silence between you. Then Peter moved closer, carefully placing his hands on your shoulders. “You’re not small,” he said softly, his voice trembling. “You’re the strongest person I know.”
You let out a bitter laugh, wiping your eyes. “I’m not.”
“You are,” Peter insisted, gently tilting your chin up so you’d look at him. “You don’t have powers, but you work harder than anyone I’ve ever met. You care about people. You care about me. And I…” He trailed off, his voice breaking. “I don’t always feel like I deserve that.”
Your breath caught at the raw vulnerability in his words. “You don’t have to be perfect, Peter. You don’t have to save me, or prove anything. I just want you.”
He stared at you, his eyes glistening. “I want you too,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “And I’m sorry I made you think otherwise. I just… I don’t always know how to keep up with someone like you.”
“We’re both trying to keep up,” you said quietly, leaning forward until your foreheads touched. “And that’s okay. We’ll figure it out together.”
Peter nodded, his arms wrapping around you as he pulled you into his chest. “Yeah,” he murmured, pressing a kiss to the top of your head. “Together.”
The two of you sat like that for a long time, the weight of your shared insecurities fading, replaced by something stronger—a quiet, unshakable love.
SERIOUS
Peter comes home late—bruised, bleeding, and far too casual about it. You snap.“Do you like scaring me to death?”“It’s just a scratch!” he argues, dropping his mask on the couch.“Peter, you’re not invincible. What happens if one day you don’t come back?”
He pauses, guilt flickering across his face. “I can’t stop being Spider-Man.”“And I can’t stop worrying about you,” you whisper, your voice breaking.
He looks away, fiddling with his web-shooter. “I don’t want to scare you. I’m sorry.”
MAYBE NOT SO SERIOUS?
Later that night, Peter finds you sitting on the fire escape, staring out at the skyline. He hesitates before sitting beside you.“I hate fighting with you,” he says quietly. “You’re the only person who makes all of this feel worth it.”
You exhale slowly, leaning into him. “Then don’t make me feel like I’m losing you.”His arm wraps around you, his voice breaking slightly. “I’ll do everything I can to come home to you. That’s a promise.”
He presses his forehead to yours, and when his lips brush yours, it’s soft and full of unspoken apologies.
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The thundering bass of the rave wrapped around Stiles like a living thing, vibrating through his chest, shaking the ground beneath his feet. Strobe lights flashed like lightning across the crowd—a blur of sweaty bodies, neon accents, and wild energy that surged with every beat. The air was thick with sweat, alcohol, and smoke, and it felt like chaos incarnate.
But none of that mattered to Stiles.
Because Y/N was here.
And holy crap, he looked good.
“Scott!” Stiles hissed, his voice barely cutting through the music. He grabbed his friend’s arm, nearly dislocating it in his urgency. “Scott! Look.”
Scott stumbled slightly, squinting in the direction Stiles was pointing. “Is that… Y/N?”
“Uh, yeah, that’s Y/N,” Stiles confirmed, his voice cracking slightly. “I knew he was lying. He said he was too busy, right? Those were his exact words. Too busy. But now he’s here, and—oh my God.”
Scott glanced at him, eyebrow raised. “Maybe he just didn’t want to come with us, man.”
“Okay, first of all, rude. Second, do you see him?” Stiles stammered, gesturing wildly toward the figure leaning casually against the bar. “Look at him! He’s a whole—he’s like—Scott, he’s a walking thirst trap.”
“Dude,” Scott sighed, already tired of this, but Stiles wasn’t listening anymore.
Y/N was there, drink in hand, the pulsing neon lights painting his skin in shades of purple and red. His dark button-down was halfway unbuttoned, hanging loose around his torso, and Stiles’ eyes zeroed in on the exposed lines of his collarbone, sharp enough to draw blood. His sleeves were rolled up, the veins on his forearms faintly visible in the light. But it was the shirt riding up just enough to reveal a sliver of his abs—a sheen of sweat glistening faintly—that made Stiles’ throat go completely dry.
And then, the jeans.
They were impossibly, unfairly tight, hugging Y/N’s thighs in a way that made Stiles’ brain glitch like an old computer. When Y/N shifted his weight, Stiles’ eyes darted, unbidden, to the curve of his bubble butt, and a very inappropriate thought hit him like a truck: That’s not fair. No one’s butt should look that good in jeans. I could probably grab—
“Stop staring at his ass, Stiles,” Scott muttered, elbowing him hard.
“I’m not—okay, fine, maybe I was,” Stiles said defensively, snapping his head up to find Y/N’s face instead.
Only to find that Y/N was looking right at him, a sly, knowing smile curving his lips. Stiles’ heart stuttered violently, and Y/N gave the faintest tilt of his head before turning back to his drink.
“I’m dead,” Stiles whispered, running a hand down his face.
“You’re embarrassing,” Scott corrected with a smirk. “Let’s just say hi before you combust.”
As they pushed closer, the details of Y/N became sharper. Stiles could see the faint flush to his cheeks, the way his hair looked messily perfect, as though he hadn’t even tried. His posture was lazy, his body loose and relaxed in a way that screamed confidence. Stiles wanted to touch him—trace a finger down the bare column of his throat, drag his teeth against that stupidly perfect collarbone. Mark him, his brain supplied unhelpfully.
Stiles was so caught up in his thoughts that he didn’t notice Y/N had turned toward them until it was too late.
“Hey, guys!” Y/N called, his grin wide and inviting. The music muffled his words, but they still hit Stiles like a punch to the chest. He had that lazy slur to his voice, the kind that said he’d already been drinking, and his smile was slightly crooked, his eyes bright with mischief.
“Hey!” Stiles blurted, far too enthusiastically. “You—uh—you’re here! You said you weren’t coming!”
Y/N shrugged, taking a long sip of his drink before leaning forward slightly, voice dropping to a teasing lilt. “Plans change.”
And then—he winked.
Stiles froze, his face turning a dangerous shade of red. Scott, mercifully, stepped in to save him. “We were just gonna look for Allison,” Scott said, his tone amused but casual. “You and Stiles have fun.”
Scott gave Stiles a quick thumbs-up before disappearing into the crowd. Stiles didn’t even have time to glare at him because Y/N stepped closer, his body brushing against Stiles’ arm.
“Come drink with me,” Y/N said, reaching out to grab Stiles’ wrist.
The contact burned in the best way possible—Y/N’s palm was warm, his fingers rough and strong. Stiles’ heart nearly leapt out of his chest as Y/N tugged him toward the bar, weaving through the crowd with a casual ease that made Stiles’ brain sputter.
They ended up with shots in their hands, Y/N grinning like he’d won something. “Cheers,” he said, raising his glass, his fingers brushing Stiles’ again in a lingering, deliberate way.
Stiles swallowed, his eyes locking onto Y/N’s. “Cheers.”
They downed their drinks, and Stiles coughed, the burn of alcohol scorching his throat. Y/N laughed, leaning into him as they both stumbled slightly. The motion brought their faces close, their foreheads nearly touching.
“Careful there, lightweight,” Y/N teased, voice low and warm.
“Careful yourself,” Stiles shot back, trying to sound confident even though his brain was short-circuiting.
The music shifted, deepening into something heavier, darker. Y/N turned toward him, his grin softening as he tilted his head. “Dance with me.”
Stiles barely had time to process before Y/N’s hands were sliding around his neck, their bodies aligning as though they were made to fit. Stiles’ own hands found Y/N’s bare waist, his fingers brushing over the smooth skin. He swore he could feel the heat radiating off Y/N.
They moved slowly at first, the beat thudding like a heartbeat beneath their feet. Stiles’ gaze dropped again—Y/N’s shirt was long gone, tossed somewhere near the bar, and all that was left was miles of skin and muscle, flushed pink from the heat and alcohol.
Teeth marks, Stiles thought helplessly. I want to leave teeth marks right there.
Y/N’s fingers curled into the nape of his neck, drawing him closer until their foreheads nearly touched. Stiles could feel Y/N’s breath on his lips, warm and faintly sweet.
“You’re staring,” Y/N murmured, his voice low and teasing.
Stiles didn’t even pretend to deny it. “Can you blame me?”
Y/N laughed softly, the sound barely audible over the music. “No,” he whispered. “Not really.”
Their movements slowed, more swaying than dancing now, the space between them nonexistent. Stiles tightened his grip on Y/N’s waist, his thumbs brushing slow, deliberate circles against the bare skin. Y/N shivered slightly under his touch, and Stiles grinned, leaning in just enough that his lips brushed the corner of Y/N’s jaw.
Y/N sucked in a sharp breath, his grip on Stiles’ neck tightening.
“I should’ve dragged you here sooner,” Y/N murmured, his voice soft but charged.
Stiles smirked, letting his hands slide a little lower, teasing the edge of Y/N’s waistband. “Better late than never.”
Y/N didn’t respond—not with words, anyway. Instead, he leaned in, their lips hovering dangerously close, the tension between them so thick it felt like it might snap.
And Stiles was perfectly fine with that.
He closed the distance between them, pressing his lips firmly against Y/N, his grip on the other boy’s waist tightening and pulling him closer - till they could completely feel each other. It was electric, the way they fit together, their bodies moving instinctively.
As Y/N’s hands held Stiles face, their tongues intertwining in a dance of its own, a feeling of euphoria rushed through him, like nothing else existed. Just the two of them, their breaths mingling and hearts pounding together in sync.
It was perfect.
When they finally pulled away, both boys were flushed, breathing heavily and staring into each other's eyes. The intensity between them was palpable, and as they slowly began to regain their composure, they couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"You're telling me," Y/N replied, a slight blush spreading across his cheeks.
Stiles bit his lip, glancing up at him. "So, are we doing this?"
"What do you mean?" Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow.
Stiles smiled, leaning in and gently pressing his lips against the other boy's, before whispering, "Let's get out of here."
They left the club, their fingers intertwined and their hearts beating rapidly in anticipation. The air was cool and crisp, and as they basically ran down the street to Stiles’ jeep. The tension between them was growing with every passing moment, and it wasn't long before they wouldn’t be making it do bed.
Pushed against the jeep, Stiles Stilinski and Y/N, kissing hungrily. Y/N was pinned against the car door, their tongues fighting for dominance. They were both moaning loudly, and it was obvious that the sexual tension between them had grown too much.
"We're not going to make it to the bed, are we?" Y/N murmured against Stiles's lips, his voice breathy and heavy with lust.
"Hell no," Stiles growled, pulling y/n off the car, hurriedly slamming the jeep’s back door open. They fell into the backseat, their limbs tangling, and the next thing they knew, they were kissing again.
It was passionate and messy, the air between them filled with nothing but heat and desire. They were both panting and moaning, their hands roaming each other's bodies, exploring every inch. Stiles took a moment to pause and just admire Y/N … in his car … he was so ready to ravage that body.
“You’re drooling sexy,” Y/N said as he winked, sending Stiles a smirk.
Stiles wasted no time in dragging his lips down the other boy's neck, pushing the other on his back. His skin was warm and soft, and as he reached the collarbone, he bit down, drawing a loud moan from y/n, whose hands snaked their way grabbing & tugging at Stiles’ hair.
"Fuck, you're gorgeous," he breathed into y/n’s neck, running his hands over y/n's bare chest and torso.
He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to his chest, and Y/N squirmed beneath him as the other’s tongue flicked across his nipple. He then moved to the other, sucking and nibbling. Y/N arched his back, letting out a string of whimpers.
"God, Stiles..."
Y/N bucked his hips up, desperate for some friction, but Stiles held him down, pressing him further into the car seat. His mouth continued its trail downwards, stopping to nibble at y/n's hip bones, biting, bruising and - marking.
Y/N’s already had a fucked out expression, one that Stiles was coming to love.
Y/N’s hands sneaked under Stiles’ t-shirt, roughly yanking it off.
“You’re sure getting needy,” Stiles said smirking as he dragged his tongue across Y/N’s v-line again, placing gentle kisses on the burning bruises, licking occasionally - making y/n arch his back his pleasure and pain.
"You're so good with your mouth," Y/N moaned, his eyes shut tight as his fingers tangled in Stiles' hair.
"Oh, trust me. You haven't seen anything yet," Stiles muttered, his voice low and husky.
Y/N let out another moan as he felt Stiles' fingers hook on the hem of his boxers, sliding them down painfully slow. Once they were discarded on the floor, he immediately turned the other around, gently smacking his ass.
Y/N gasped, a moan escaping his lips as the pain slowly turned into pleasure, making him rock his hips back, his cock rubbing against the leather seat.
"Fuck your ass is so juicy,” Stiles growled as his hands squeezed Y/N’s ass, spreading them apart. He leaned down, blowing gently against his hole.
"Please," Y/N breathed, his body shivering. "Stiles, please."
Stiles smirked and licked a wet stripe along the crack, tasting Y/N, hearing him moan loudly.
"Oh my God," Y/N panted, his fingers gripping the car seat. "Please, Stiles."
"Begging already, huh?" Stiles whispered, his voice dripping with lust. "You're so fucking sexy."
Stiles leaned forward again, this time letting his tongue slip inside. Y/N's legs shook, and he let out a long moan, his cock leaking onto the seat.
He continued to fuck the other with his tongue, his finger slowly creeping up the crack, teasing his hole, as his other hand grabbed y/n’s dripping cock.
"You taste amazing," he groaned, stroking the other.
"Fuck, Stiles, I'm gonna cum," Y/N whimpered, his legs shaking.
Stiles pulled away, his lips red and swollen.
"I don't think so, sweetheart," he said, his eyes glinting.
He flipped y/n around, pressing his lips against the other cock deep-throating it hungrily. Y/N's body arched, his eyes rolling back.
“Fuck STILES Oh MY GOD!” Y/N squealed arching his back as Stiles continued furiously bobbing his head, his finger gently massaging Y/N’s hole.
"Shit, fuck, I'm gonna cum!" Y/N screamed, but Stiles had other ideas.
He quickly pulled his mouth away from the other, leaving him a whimpering, horny mess, as he pushed a finger into his hole.
"Please, please, I need to cum," he begged, his eyes pleading.
"You'll get to," Stiles promised, leaning down and sucking on his nipple.
Y/N was practically sobbing, his body convulsing. "Please, fuck me, please," he begged, tears streaming down his face.
"You're so fucking hot," Stiles muttered, pushing another finger inside.
Y/N cried out, his whole body shuddering as he came hard, his cum spraying all over his stomach.
"Fuck, that was hot, and I haven’t even gotten started yet," Stiles breathed, his cock twitching.
"Stiles," Y/N gasped, his chest heaving. "I need you to fuck me."
Stiles smirked, his hand running along the other's length.
"You're such a dirty slut, aren't you?" he teased, pressing his fingers into the other's entrance.
"Please," Y/N begged, his face flushed, with the most fucked out expression every, the kind that made Stiles’ hard on HURT even more.
Stiles pulled his fingers out, and pushed them in repeatedly, thrusting, and curving his fingers. Y/N was writhing and panting, his cock already hard again, his prostate sending waves of arousal through him.
"Fuck, I can't wait any longer," Stiles growled, unbuckling his pants as he licked his lips.
Y/N got up, grabbing stiles arm pushing him down. Straddling him and rubbing his ass on his raging hard on.
"Fuck me, How are you so huge,” y/n said panting as the other positioned himself.
"You're the one who's going to take all of this," he growled, grabbing y/n by the hips.
Stiles bucked his hips, his tip prodding but not entering the other's hole.
"Fuck, stop teasing," Y/N said, his voice trembling.
"Beg for it," he whispered, his fingers digging into the other's flesh.
"Please, please, I need it, I want it, fuck, please, Please let me ride you! I want you I want you so bad," Y/N whimpered, his legs shaking.
Stiles gave him a wicked smile and slowly bucking his hips, entering the other with his tip, and slowly letting himself fill the other.
"Ah, fuck, you're so tight," Stiles moaned, his hands gripping the other's waist.
"Ah, ah, ah," Y/N whimpered as he felt the other fill him up, stretching his walls, his body tensing.
"Oh my god, fuck, you're so big," Y/N groaned, his head thrown back in ecstasy.
"God, you feel so fucking good," Stiles grunted, his fingers digging into the other's hips, spanking his ass as hard as he could.
Y/N moaned, his eyes rolling back, his body shivering.
"Please, please, harder, fuck me harder, oh my god," he whimpered, his voice a low whine.
"I'll give you harder," Stiles grunted, spanking the other, as he began thrusting into the other with full force.
"Fuck, you're such a slut, aren't you?" he groaned, his nails raking across the other's back, unconsciously drawing blood.
"Oh, fuck, please, yes, fuck me harder, harder," Y/N begged, his body tensing, his cock throbbing.
"That's right, beg for it," he growled, spanking the other again.
Stiles’ hands moved all over y/n’s body, as if he was making a mental map of every inch of him - and now it all belonged to him. His fingers gently played with Y/N’s nipple, causing him to squirm.
"Fuck, you're so hot, so beautiful," Stiles murmured, his thrusts growing more erratic, y/n struggling to keep riding at such a pace.
"I'm gonna cum," Y/N panted, his body trembling, his toes curling.
"Not yet, not yet, I'm not finished with you yet," Stiles grunted, his grip tightening. As he pushed y/n onto his back.
"Wait, what, are you gonna-"
Before he could finish, Stiles was pushing the other's legs apart, his tip brushing against his hole.
"Oh, fuck, yes, yes, yes," Y/N moaned, his body arching.
"Such a good little slut," Stiles said, grinning down at the other, his cock throbbing, as he entered the other's hole.
"Yes, yes, oh my god," y/n panted, his hands gripping the leather seat.
Stiles thrust deep and hard, his tip brushing against the other's prostate, causing him to scream, his whole body spasming.
"You like that, don't you?" he grunted, thrusting deeper, harder.
"Yes, oh god, yes, please, please, fuck, don't stop, don't stop," y/n begged, his body shuddering, his legs trembling.
"So tight, you're so tight, fuck," Stiles moaned, his hips slamming against the other, his balls slapping the other's ass, his grip on the other's hips almost painful.
"Harder, harder, fuck, fuck, please, fuck, oh my god," Y/N cried, his face twisted in pleasure, his cock dripping, as Stiles slammed his prostate with his thick 10 inches.
"Such a slut," Stiles grunted, his nails digging into the other's thighs.
"Yes, fuck, I'm your slut, fuck, I'm your dirty whore, please, I'm your fucking slut, fuck me, use me, oh my god, please, fuck, oh god," Y/N whimpered, his words incoherent, his mind spinning, his whole body shaking.
"I'm gonna cum," Stiles growled, gripping the other's hair, as he bit down hard sinking his teeth into y/n’s neck again -
| his thrusts growing erratic.
"Cum in me, cum in me, please, fuck, I want it, I want it," y/n begged, his legs wrapping around the other, pulling him closer, his hands clutching the leather seat.
"Take it," Stiles growled, thrusting his full length deep into the other's tight, hot hole, as he shot his load inside.
"Fuck, fuck, yes, yes, oh god, fuck," Y/N panted, his eyes rolling back, his legs quivering, as the other filled him, his whole body shuddering with orgasm.
They stayed like that for a few moments, both of them panting, sweaty, and breathless, their bodies glistening in the dim light and sweat.
"Holy shit," Stiles finally managed to say, still not pulling out of the other, his cock still twitching, his breathing ragged.
"Yeah," Y/N panted, his eyes still unfocused, his face flushed.
"That was..."
"Fucking amazing," Y/N finished for him, grinning, his hair matted, his body drenched.
"Yeah," Stiles said, his chest still heaving.
"Yeah," Y/N agreed, his breathing beginning to steady.
"So, what do we do now?"
"Well, we could always go again," Stiles said, smirking.
"I like the way you think," Y/N said, laughing softly.
(Author’s Note: RINSE AND REPEAT BITCHES ! Thank you for reading ! This was originally written for my Stiles x male oc reader Story: ANOMALY. So please don't be shocked if I reformat and edit to put this smut into ANOMALY! THANK YOU FOR READING )
Warnings : Explicit content, Teen Wolf AU, Teen Wolf x Original Male Character, Teen Wolf SPOILER ALERT, Gore.
Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post
AUTHOR’S NOTE: Woman with curly hair is Scott’s mother. Woman with straight hair and a killer gaze is y/n’s mother - inspired by Addison Shepherd {Grey’s Anatomy} Played by Kate Walsh. Thank you for the support ! Please request for part 4 ! Also doesn’t Jackson look so hot like HELLO ?? Not proof read yet!
A loud bang woke him up; the sunlight coming through his window blinded him as he opened his eyes; it took a few seconds for him to realise.
The morning arrived slowly, the pale light filtering through the thin curtains. Your shoulder throbbed, pulling you out of sleep like an anchor. The dream—no, nightmare—lingered at the edges of your mind: the cold air clinging to your skin, the scent of wet earth and leaves, those yellow, slitted eyes watching from the dark.
You groaned, shifting onto your side, but the movement sent a sharp pulse of pain shooting through your arm, travelling all the way down to your fingertips. The ache was relentless, like something festering beneath your skin.
Dragging yourself to the mirror, you peeled off your shirt. The bruise had spread overnight—dark veins curling outward from the centre, spidering across your shoulder like cracks in the glass. It looked swollen and angry, almost as if it were growing, spreading with every heartbeat.
You brushed your fingers along the edge, hissing as pain jolted through you. The skin was feverish—hot to the touch, like it didn't belong to you anymore. There was something wrong with it, something alive.
You grabbed your shirt from the floor and tugged it back on, wincing as the fabric scraped over the bruise. It felt like the weight of the bruise had sunk into your bones, dragging you down.
Your phone buzzed from the nightstand, Maria's name flashing across the screen.
"Still alive? Or has Creepyville swallowed you whole?"
A slight, tired grin tugged at the corners of your mouth. "Barely. Already having nightmares."
Her reply was instant: "Werewolf nightmares? Please say yes."
"Just weird pain. No claws yet."
"Lame. If you grow claws, send pics immediately," she wrote.
Her humour cut through some of the weight pressing on your chest, though the ache in your shoulder refused to ease. You slipped on your shoes, grabbed your bag, and headed out the door.
The drive to school was uneventful. Beacon Hills stretched out in front of you, all quiet streets and thick woods, the kind of place that looked normal on the surface but felt... off. The bruise on your shoulder throbbed with every turn of the steering wheel, and by the time you pulled into the parking lot, you were ready to crawl back into bed.
The school building loomed ahead, old bricks and rusted metal, students milling around in clumps. You slipped through the crowd, blending in with the chaos, your hood pulled low over your face.
When you slid into your seat in AP Biology, Stiles grinned at you from across the table, his eyes sparkling with mischief.
"You look like death," he whispered. "Let me guess—rough night, or did you finally meet our resident monster?"
You rolled your eyes. "Something like that."
Stiles leaned closer, his breath warm against your ear. "Careful. Beacon Hills has a way of... finding people."
You shot him a sceptical look. "And you're, what? The local monster expert?"
He grinned. "Something like that. Stick with me—I'll keep you safe."
You snorted despite yourself. "Safe from what, exactly?"
"From everything," Stiles said, as if that explained anything. "Besides, you seem like the brooding, mysterious type. You and I? We're going to get along just fine."
Before you could respond, Mr. Harris began the lecture, pacing in front of the whiteboard.
"Today, we're discussing genetic mutations—small changes that can significantly impact an organism's structure," he announced.
The words settled uncomfortably in your chest. The bruise on your shoulder pulsed, almost like it was trying to remind you of something.
"Some mutations are beneficial," Harris continued, "but others..." He trailed off, glancing around the room. "Well, not every change is for the better."
Stiles leaned over again, whispering, "Feeling mutated yet?"
"Not yet," you muttered, rubbing absently at your shoulder. "Give it time."
Class dragged on, each minute heavier than the last. By the time the bell rang, the ache in your shoulder had spread, wrapping around your muscles like a vice. You followed the stream of students out into the hallway, your steps slower, heavier.
The locker room was warm and humid, the scent of sweat and damp tile hanging in the air. You pulled off your hoodie with a sigh, wincing as the fabric scraped over the bruise.
The door swung open, and Jackson Whittemore walked in, shirt already gone, his presence filling the room like a storm waiting to break.
Every movement was deliberate and controlled, his muscles shifting beneath smooth, tanned skin. His scent—woodsy, with just a hint of spice—wrapped around you, clinging to the steam-filled air.
He glanced at your shoulder, and for a moment, the smirk slipped from his face. Something flickered in his expression—curiosity, maybe concern—but it vanished as quickly as it appeared.
"That looks bad," Jackson murmured, stepping closer.
"It's fine," you muttered, though the words felt empty.
Jackson didn't move away. He stood close, too close, his shoulder brushing against yours. His presence was heavy, magnetic like gravity pulling you in.
Without a word, his hand rose, his fingers grazing the edge of the bruise. The light and deliberate touch sent a shiver down your spine that had nothing to do with the pain.
"You should get that checked out," Jackson whispered, his thumb tracing slow circles along the bruise.
"I'll live," you whispered back, though your pulse hammered in your chest.
For a moment, the air between you buzzed with unspoken tension, thick and electric.
Jackson's thumb pressed harder, dragging across your skin in a way that made your breath hitch. His gaze flicked to your lips, lingering long enough to make your heart stutter - even if only for a second.
"You should stay away from people like me," Jackson murmured, though the way his thumb lingered told a different story.
His breath was warm against your neck, his scent filling every corner of your mind. For a second, it felt like he might close the distance between you, his gaze dark and intent.
"Like I said," Jackson whispered, "it would be safer for you if you stayed away."
"Well past safe and saving," you murmured.
Jackson chuckled, the sound vibrating in your bones. "Is that so." He whispered into your ear, his breath tickling your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.
But neither of you moved, and the air crackled with anticipation.
It was dangerous, reckless, and utterly stupid. You knew it would end badly, but Jackson was magnetic, irresistible, like gravity pulling you closer and closer, and you would do anything to get your mind off the pain.
Your bodies were almost touching, just a hair's breadth away, the tension between you thick and electric. Jackson's breath was warm against your neck, his scent filling every corner of your mind as he gently placed his hand on your waist, his thumb gently stroking the exposed skin.
The hot water blasting from the showers onto you was the only sound you could hear; the warmth was comforting, making you feel less alone, like someone else was there with you, protecting you from whatever was outside.
The water dripped off your skin, the warmth enveloping your body.
You couldn't help but wonder how this boy did what everyone else had failed, making you want him - even if just in the moment.
"What are you doing?" You whispered, though you already knew the answer.
"Whatever I want," Jackson murmured, his lips brushing against your ear.
Your breath caught in your throat, his words sending a shiver down your spine. He pressed closer, his skin burning hot against yours. His hand trailed lower, his thumb grazing your v-line.
"Are you going to stop me?" Jackson asked, his voice low and dangerous.
"No," you whispered.
Jackson's breath was warm against your neck, his scent filling every corner of your mind as he gently placed itself on your waist, his thumb gently stroking the exposed skin.
You were trapped between the wall and his body, his hands roaming freely over your bare skin.
"Good," Jackson growled, his voice vibrating against your neck.
His lips brushed against your ear, his breath on your neck as he began to gently kiss your neck, his hands slowly moving downwards.
Your hands wandered down his muscular torso, exploring his body.
"I didn't think you'd actually want this," Jackson whispered, his voice thick with desire.
Jackson let out a low chuckle, his lips trailing down your neck.
"Who said I did?" you replied. However, you couldn't stop your body from responding, your arms instinctively snaking over his neck, drawing him closer.
"I know you do," Jackson murmured. "I can smell it on you."
The words sent a shiver down your spine, your breath hitching as his hand slid lower, hands squeezing your ass, pulling you flush against him.
A cough interrupted the moment. Both of you turned to see Stiles standing in the doorway, his face a mixture of surprise and annoyance.
"Sorry," Stiles said, though his tone didn't match his words.
Jackson stepped back, leaving you buzzing from the ghost of his touch, glancing before leaving you alone with the buzz-cut boy.
"Stiles, It's not what it looks like."
"Yeah, right. Whatever, man," Stiles muttered, though his tone didn't match his words.
Stiles couldn't help but wonder why all the hot guys were attracted to Y/N; he didn't mean that he had a crush; hell no, he's not that desperate; he's not gonna be the 4th wheel. But something about Y/N did intrigue him.
"Stiles, wait," Y/N called, running after the buzz-cut.
"What?" Stiles snapped, though he instantly regretted his harsh tone.
Y/N looked taken aback, his eyes wide and confused.
"Nothing," Y/N mumbled, looking away. Stiles was only just starting to notice the massive bruise on his shoulder, feeling a bit bad for snapping.
"No, I didn't mean—sorry, I just meant...look, I get it, okay? You and Jackson. And whatever. It's fine," Stiles said, his voice softer now, but you REALLY should stay away from him.
As Stiles completed that sentence, he noticed something else: Y/N was very … naked; a blush crept up his face as he turned around to leave - still upset by what he saw - he wanted to ask about the bruise…he wanted to worry, but it was just not the moment.
The ache in your shoulder followed you out of the locker room, heavier now, as if the memory of Jackson's touch had settled beneath your skin.
Later that evening, you made your way to the hospital; it felt colder than usual, the sterile scent of antiseptic cutting through the warmth that still clung to you from the locker room - Y/N would never admit it. Still, that little random thing greatly distracted him from his shoulder - and y/n was grateful.
Y/N mentally prepared himself to speak to his mother and "explain" the 2-foot bruise spanning his body as he walked to the reception.
Y/N: Hello, I'm looking for Addison Shepherd, I was wondering if you knew where I could find her
Nurse: Hi. Are you sure you have an appointment with her?
Y/N: No, I'm her son, Y/N. I was hoping to speak to her if she's free
One thing Y/N never hated about himself was that his formal, polite social self could kick in no matter the situation…or the pain - while really, somewhere deep down, he wondered what made him such an excellent liar.
Nurse: She's in surgery; she'll be done in about 40 minutes; maybe you can wait? Oh, and also Y/N? You're Scott's new friend, right? I had no idea Dr.Shepherd was your mother! We're all so happy to have a woman of her calibre working with us.
Y/N Forced a smile instinctively.
Y/N: Haha, I'm so glad to hear that! She was a bit nervous about her first day here… oh, how do you know Scott?
Nurse: Oh well, he's my so—
Person: That's Scott's Mom
… the sudden answer caught both the nurse and Y/N off guard as Y/n turned towards the exceedingly familiar annoying voice.
Nurse: Jesus, when did you get here? You need to stop sneaking up like that.
Stiles: Awww … but it's my signature move.
The buzz-cut boy said, grinning and making a pouty face, to which Y/N just shot a weirded-out look that said… "Ew… grow up."
(Author's Note: Scott McCall's mother's name is Melissa McCall)
Nurse: Anyway, I'm Melissa, Scott's mom. I'm glad to see that you're running about making friends so soon already
The lady said, smiling politely, a smile which racked Y/N with guilt as he didn't really consider the odd duo his friends… it's not that Scott and Stiles weren't great. It's just that, in Y/N's life, he grew to associate the term friendship with a relatively close and protective personal bond…Scott and Stiles…?….they were just… classmates.
Stiles: Well, of course, he's making friends already. Look at the great crowd he hangs out with!
Stiles said excitedly, pointing to himself, a gesture that simply made Y/N feel worse for not considering him a friend…
Y/N tried, but despite being an excellent liar, he couldn't match Stiles' enthusiastic tone when he replied to the boy, which was something Melissa was quick to catch.
Y/N knew Melissa noticed it and quickly changed the topic of conversation.
"Oh, by the way, how come you're at the hospital ?" Y/N asked Stiles while shooting him a questioning look.
Internally dreading that he was stuck in this conversation after a highly awkward morning with Stiles.
Stiles: My dad is the sheriff; Scott and I are waiting for him here.
Melissa: Scott's here?
Stiles: Yep, he's in the cafeteria
Melissa: Oh, I should say hi, I'll see you two boys later. Stay safe!
Stiles and Y/N waved her goodbye.
After she left, stiles turned around.
"So are we gonna talk about what happened, or— Am I Pretending that I never saw you naked in the locker room with Jackson Whittemore?" Stiles asked you sarcastically.
Y/N couldn't quite figure out why Stiles would bring it up? After he already made it clear, nothing really happened. Was he upset? Was he mocking him? Either way, Y/N was not in the mood.
Stiles: Uh, Too soon to joke about it?
Y/N: …
Stiles: Got it. So what happened with the, you know…bruise the size of Texas.
Y/N: Why the hell are you so nosy?
Stiles: Because it's the size of Texas?
Y/N: …
Stiles: okay! Wow, you are not in the mood
Y/N: It's been a day.
Stiles: Right.
The two boys fell silent, the air between them heavy and awkward. Y/N shifted his weight, and the bruise on his shoulder ached with every movement.
Stiles couldn't help but keep glancing at it. As if he could see the bruise through your clothes.
"It's fine," you murmured.
"Really? Because it looks—"
"Fine," you interrupted.
Stiles frowned. "If you say so."
Y/N didn't answer, and the air between you crackled with tension.
Stiles shuffled awkwardly; not knowing what to say, he decided to 'wing it.'
"Okay," Stiles said, breaking the silence. "Then tell me about you.
"What?" you asked, justifiably confused by his statement.
"Because that's what people do. They talk about themselves," Stiles replied, grinning.
"I don't."
"Why?"
"Why are you asking me all these questions?" Y/N shot back.
Stiles shrugged. "I'm bored."
You rolled your eyes, though you couldn't hide the slight smile tugging at the corners of your lips.
"So. You moved from LA. What was that like?" Stiles asked.
"Hot," you replied, deadpan.
Stiles snorted. "Yeah, I bet. Must've been a big change, though."
"Not really," you said, though the words felt empty.
Stiles cocked an eyebrow, but he didn't press. "Okay. What did you do there?"
"Stuff."
"Omg, no shit, really? Fascinating… ." Stiles shot a look at you.
"I'm not much of a social bee personally."
—silence—
When Y/N said "he's not a talker", he did it to try and justify why he said the word "stuff" so vaguely; since he isn't used to talking so much personally in informal social settings, it didn't come easy to him to always respond in the most appropriate ways in personal conversations - But unfortunately what it came off as to Stiles was…I really, really don't wanna be talking to you."
Stiles looked a little taken aback by what Y/N said - essentially misunderstanding the meaning as "stop talking to me" - when the truth was actually quite the opposite, and the truth is that Y/N was Just slowly actually getting used to the sarcasm and constant state of "joking-need" enjoying the little conversation, he found himself wanting to get annoyed by Stiles stupid quips - it was a new feeling for Y/N, one that scared him a bit.
With a hint of sadness, giving up on speaking to you, Stiles got up from the creaky waiting room couch, "Uhm, anyway, I think I go," he said, almost coldly, turning and leaving, giving a small wave.
Y/N couldn't help but watch the boy walk away, a strange emptiness filling his chest.
(Author's note: SOS GUYS SEND HELP. I DON'T KNOW WHERE THIS IS GOING; I'M JUST WRITING AS IT COMES TO ME LIKE I'M POSSESSED BY THE FANFIC GHOST)
An arm rested on his shoulder before Y/N could spiral into his thoughts and emotions.
He looked up, his mother standing before him, a soft expression on her face.
"Mom," you murmured.
"You know, it's never good when you come to see me at work," she said, her voice gentle.
"I'm sorry."
Addison sighed. "Don't apologise. Come, I'll show you my new office."
Y/N followed her through the labyrinthine halls, past doctors, nurses and patients.
As Y/N walked through the cafeteria, he saw a familiar buzz-cut, accompanied by his taller, athletic, crooked-jaw friend and Melissa.
They were having a light and carefree conversation, smiling and laughing, and the air between them was calm and comfortable. That was until Stiles' eyes met y/n's.
Suddenly, everything froze as if time itself had stopped. For a second, all Y/N could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat echoing in his ears. All he could see was the look on Stiles' face—that mixture of surprise and hurt, his mouth open slightly, as if he was going to say something, say hi.
But y/n didn't give him a chance. He didn't like how Stiles made him feel so on edge and overly concerned for someone he hadn't considered a friend; he wasn't used to feeling so...restless.
Without a word, y/n turned and walked away, the ache in your shoulder heavier than before, his gaze lingering like a ghost on your skin.
— Stiles — POV—
I think he really hates me, Stiles thought to himself as Y/N coldly walked by.
"Oh, there's Y/N and his mom, too, Scott. Why don't you go invite Y/N over for dinner tonight ?" Melissa chimed in, noticing both the boys look towards y/n.
Scott: I mean, sure, but what if he says no?
Melissa: he seems like a nice guy, and his mother is right there; I doubt you'll get a no.
Stiles: Oh, I'm so coming too. Where's my invite?
Melissa: Coming? Coming where you already basically live in my house
Stiles: Are you asking me to move in? <3
Scott: NO, NO, SHE IS NOT, AND you can come. I'll go ask Y/N.
Stiles watched Scott follow Y/N out of the cafeteria as they turned the hallway, wondering what the boy would do. Would he casually approach the man and ask him, or would he just stand awkwardly?
Scott saw Y/N enter an office and start stalking; not wanting to interrupt, he decided to wait outside the room; though he felt like he was eavesdropping because of his werewolf super hearing, it just couldn't be helped; he couldn't really "turn it off" on a whim.
Y/N's POV —
After walking out of the cafeteria, I sighed deeply, which made my mother shoot me a questioning look.
"I'm just tired, the packing, the moving, the having no social battery left, nothing out of the ordinary." I quickly said, hoping my mom wouldn't press too hard about it because I didn't have the energy to deal with it.
"So this is the new office, not as big or fancy, but it's warm, isn't it."
The walls were a bright white, a large desk and chair sat at the far end, and a large bookshelf full of textbooks and medical journals sat behind it.
Despite the cold air conditioning, the room had a comforting and warm vibe.
Addison: Apparently, the hospital has been kind to me. Apparently, I have a reputation.
Y/N: HA That you do. And kind? I could fit two cars into your previous office.
Addison: You, young sir, must learn to be grateful for the little things.
Y/N: Yes, yes, WE KNOW.
y/n chuckled, pulling his T-shirt off abruptly; unbeknown to him, a curious Scott could see and hear everything from outside.
Addison: oh wow. What is THAT, a bruise? And a big one.
Y/N: Umm, yeah, it kinda appeared, no big deal.
Addison: No big deal? It's quite literally a 'BIG' deal. And how did you manage to get yourself into this?
Y/N: Well, I kinda don't know… I just got home and went to bed, I had a horrible nightmare, and I woke up, and this colossal mark was here, so I think maybe I was sleepwalking or something? I don't know, really, but yeah…
Addison: Are you sure it was sleepwalking? Tell me more about the nightmare.
Y/N: I - I-Don— I don't know. It felt real, like I was awake or something. I was in bed, but then I wasn't... I was in the woods. I know it's not real, or I think it isn't because I remember the pain and getting caught in a bear trap, but I'm fine. However, there was something there when I was caught in the bear trap. It was, I don't know, this sounds crazy, it was … I don't know … it was a monster? It looked almost human, reptilian, kinda like the lizard man from Spider-Man. I KNOW, I KNOW, IT SOUNDS CRAZY, but it attacked me. My whole body couldn't move or breathe, and this is where it gets weird when I supposedly "died"/or rather "woke up" from the nightmare I was in the room, but where that ..thing… attacked me … I had this huge bruise. And I know this sounds like a cock and bull-bullshit story, but I swear I'm not lying.
Addison: Well, you are right about it. It sounds crazy, but I trust you. You know there's a thing called Phantom pain.
Y/N: MOM, I didn't imagine the pain. It's real! I have a bruise!
Addison: Oh honey, it stemming from something in your head doesn't mean it's any less real, or painful. Sometimes, when our body goes through a traumatic experience, it can leave this sort of "lasting pain." When someone gets their leg amputated, they feel a lot of extremely real pain in their "leg", the leg that's not even attached - despite this, their body produces actual pain and chemicals biologically, so the pain is very real. I'm no expert on Sleep studies, I'll have you shown to someone in a week or so, but my best guess is that the nightmare, which could have been caused by a thousand reasons like stress from moving and this and that probably inherently was traumatic enough for your body to "read it/ experience it as real pain" so even if it happened in your dream, it was damaging enough to your psyche for it to physically manifest as an actual bruise.
Y/N: So what I'm hearing is I need a shrink.
Addison: Honey, you'll realise this when you grow up, everybody needs a fucking shrink…Now I have to get back to work. I'll write you some meds for the pain, and to help it heal, don't physically exert yourself. That includes, you know, things with other people.
Y/N: Trust me, girls aren't exactly lining up for dates right now, so you don't need to worry about it.
Addison: Aww, I love you, baby.
Y/N: Love you too.
When Y/N was done with his mother, a tall boy stood there waiting for him. It was Scott McCall.
Y/N: Uhh, Hello, Scott...
Scott: Hey, sorry, I was just waiting for you.
Addison: Who's this?
Scott: I'm Scott McCall, I am in a couple classes with your son and we were talking earlier I was just wondering if y/n wanted to come over for dinner?
Y/N: oh, umm, yeah, that sounds nice, but I wouldn't want to impose.
Addison: Oh, nonsense! He would love to come over for dinner, and it's always lovely for Y/N to make friends, isn't that right?
Y/N: MOTHER: I have friends.
Addison: Sure, baby, and that reminds me, when was the last time you called them
Y/N: Why does everyone in this world have it out for me
Addison: Mhm.
Scott: Well, that sounds great! We're leaving in 10 minutes. Can I drive you?
Y/N internally sighed. There was no winning today. Maybe Destiny just really wants Y/N to hang out with these two boys…FUCK.
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It started off as nothing. In fact, you’d barely noticed him at first. He was just another face in the background, another guy claiming his spot at the far corner of the library. Jake wasn’t the type to be buried in books, that much was obvious. The way he slouched in his chair, feet kicked up, the worn leather jacket slung over the back—he stood out. His blonde hair, messy and effortlessly styled, gleamed faintly under the library's low lighting, adding to his bad-boy allure. But still, the two of you had silently coexisted in the same space for what felt like ages.
You’d both been going to the library since freshman year, coincidentally at the same time, almost every day. You had your favorite spot, two tables away from the large window that overlooked the campus courtyard. It was quiet but not too isolated. You liked the soft natural light that streamed through in the afternoons, and the way you could glance out at the people passing by if you ever needed a break from your textbooks.
Jake, on the other hand, sat further back, near the older sections with the dark wooden shelves that cast deep shadows. It wasn’t a place most people sat, probably because it felt cut off from the rest of the room. Maybe that’s why he liked it. Or maybe it was because no one would dare bother him there. He radiated a sort of intimidating presence that you couldn’t quite pin down at first. The kind of guy who looked like he’d seen it all and didn’t have time for anyone’s shit. But you had a feeling that wasn’t entirely true.
Over the past year, you’d found yourself noticing the details. He wasn’t just some random guy in the corner anymore; he was Jake, the hot bad boy everyone knew of, but no one really knew. Rumors floated around campus about his late-night hookups, his devil-may-care attitude, and the trail of people he left in his wake. You didn’t need to hear the whispers to know he had a reputation. You’d seen him—late at night, in the dorms, more times than you could count. Usually when he was sneaking out after hooking up with someone, his hood pulled low over his face, trying to blend into the shadows of the hallways.
And then, somehow, your paths kept crossing. Maybe it was fate, or maybe just bad timing, but it seemed like you were always walking in and out of the library at the same time. You’d step inside, and there he’d be, sliding into his regular spot just minutes after you. Or you’d pack up your things, and Jake would be right behind you, leaving like it had been some sort of unspoken agreement all along. The more it happened, the less it felt like a coincidence.
That’s when the glances started.
It wasn’t intentional at first. You’d look up from your laptop, your gaze drifting across the room, and there he’d be, leaning back in his chair, arms crossed over his chest, his eyes already on you. Sharp, dark, intense. The kind of gaze that made your skin prickle with awareness. You told yourself it was nothing—just a random look. But the days passed, and every time you caught his eye, it lingered a little longer. Each glance seemed to say more than the last, a silent conversation neither of you dared to speak aloud.
There was something unspoken between you, something that went beyond mere attraction — a raw, unfiltered yearning, as though each of you were waiting for the other to break the silence.
His eyes did all the talking. And every time they settled on you, dark and heated, you could feel his intent, like he was daring you to do something about the fire sparking between you.
The tension was undeniable. You could feel it every time you stepped into the library, a slow burn that simmered under the surface. It wasn’t just the glances; it was the way the air felt heavier when he was around, the way you could feel him even when you weren’t looking directly at him. And as much as you tried to ignore it, that tension only grew.
The faint musk of old books and worn paper blended with the faint scent of Jake’s cologne, something woodsy and dark, with just enough bite to keep you aware of his presence even when you weren’t looking at him.
It had been months now, and still, neither of you had spoken a word to the other. Yet, somehow, it felt like you knew each other, like you were connected by something unspoken. The library wasn’t the only place your paths crossed. You’d seen him late at night in the dorms, usually after one of his infamous hookups. He’d slip out of someone’s room, his hair disheveled, his hoodie pulled up, eyes catching yours in the dim light of the hallway. He never spoke then either, just offered you a knowing smirk before disappearing into the night.
The first time you ran into him in the dorms had been late, just past midnight. You were heading back to your room after a long evening of studying, mind heavy with fatigue. The hallway was dark, the only light coming from the dim glow of the vending machine near the end. That’s when you saw him. He stepped out of someone’s room, the door closing softly behind him. His hood was up, but you’d recognize that figure anywhere. He walked with a casual swagger, like he owned the night, and as he approached, his eyes flicked up, meeting yours.
There was a beat of silence, the hallway thick with unspoken tension. You could hear the soft hum of the vending machine, the distant sound of someone laughing from down the hall, but none of it mattered. All that existed was him. Jake, standing a few feet away, his gaze locking onto yours in that same way he always did—like he was daring you to say something, to break the fragile quiet between you. But you didn’t. Neither did he.
Instead, he walked past you, his shoulder brushing against yours as he moved down the hall, the scent of his cologne lingering in the air long after he was gone. You stood there, your heart racing, the weight of his presence pressing down on you, even after the sound of his footsteps faded into nothing.
You’d always felt an odd mix of curiosity and confusion whenever you crossed paths with Jake. As much as you tried to deny it, there was something about him that pulled you in. Was it the way his gaze made your heart race? Or maybe it was the mystery—the fact that you couldn’t quite figure him out. But there was also a part of you that wondered: why did it matter so much? Why did *he* matter so much?
And then there was that one night. The night everything shifted.
You’d had a shit day. Classes had dragged on longer than they should have, and you were exhausted by the time you stepped out of the library that evening. It was late, the sky painted in shades of pink and orange as the sun dipped below the horizon. You pulled out a cigarette, needing the nicotine to take the edge off, but your lighter had died.
Frustrated, you stared at the unlit cigarette, your mind too tired to even care. That’s when you noticed him. Jake, leaning against the railing at the edge of the bluff, watching you with that same amused look he always had. You hadn’t even known he smoked. Without a word, he reached into his pocket, tossed you his lighter, and just like that, you shared a moment.
You lit your cigarette, the flame flickering between you, and after a moment, you handed it to him. Jake took it without a word, his fingers brushing against yours as he took a slow drag, the smoke curling between his lips before he handed it back. The silence between you wasn’t uncomfortable—it was charged, like there was something waiting to be said, but neither of you would be the first to say it.
When the cigarette was done, he tossed the butt to the ground, gave you a small glance, and walked away, leaving you standing there in the fading light, the weight of that shared moment hanging heavy in the air.
That was the last time you’d seen him outside the library, but the memory stayed with you, much like the way his eyes seemed to follow you every time you walked through those library doors.
It wasn’t until late one night, well after the library had emptied out, that things finally came to a head. The dim lights cast long shadows across the rows of bookshelves, the stillness of the room heavy with anticipation. You hadn’t expected to see him there. But as soon as you stepped inside, Jake was already leaning against one of the shelves, his eyes locking onto yours with an intensity that made your heart skip a beat.
You felt the heat rise in your chest. For a second, you hesitated, your pulse quickening as you stood frozen by the door. Was this it? Was this the moment you had been waiting for, the moment where the silence finally broke? You didn’t know if you were ready, but you couldn’t deny the pull between you. Something in the air was too thick to ignore.
Jake’s expression was unreadable, but the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable. And yet, for the briefest second, he paused. Maybe it was hesitation, maybe it was curiosity, but there was something in his gaze that told you he was waiting—waiting for you to make the next move.
You stepped forward, your body moving on instinct, drawn to the tension between you like a moth to a flame. The rest of the world fell away. The only thing you could focus on was the heat in his gaze, the way your pulse quickened as you closed the distance between you. His expression was unreadable, but the hunger in his eyes was unmistakable.
You followed him, the pull between you undeniable, each step feeling heavier with the weight of everything unsaid. The small study room at the back of the library offered no escape from the tension, the door clicking shut behind you like a final, irreversible decision.
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It had only been a week and a half since you and Stiles had started dating, but it felt both brand new and incredibly familiar, like you’d been circling each other for much longer. The thrill of finally being together was still fresh, but there was also that comfortable ease that came from years of friendship. You couldn’t help but smile to yourself as you pulled a tray of cookies from the oven, the smell of chocolate chip filling the kitchen.
You’d baked them as a surprise for Stiles, knowing how much he loved them. His sweet tooth was no secret, especially when he’d confessed it during one of those late-night conversations when it was just the two of you, sitting on the steps of your house. Stiles had been rambling about some bizarre case with Scott, and then out of nowhere, he'd gone off on a tangent about cookies. You’d laughed at the time, but tonight, you thought it’d be a nice gesture.
He arrived just as you were setting them down to cool, his Jeep rumbling to a stop outside. You could hear the faint sound of him locking it before his footsteps made their way to your front door. You opened it before he could knock, a habit you’d developed. Stiles stood there, his usual awkward smile on his face, hair even messier than normal—probably from some other crazy supernatural situation he hadn’t even told you about yet.
"Hey," he said, eyes lighting up the moment they caught sight of you. His shoulders visibly relaxed, and you could tell that being with you, even after a chaotic day, was becoming his safe haven.
"Hey yourself," you smiled back, stepping aside so he could come in. As soon as he entered, his eyes immediately darted to the kitchen, catching the scent of freshly baked cookies.
"Are those...?" His expression was priceless—wide-eyed, like he’d just stumbled upon a treasure.
You chuckled, "Yep. Thought you’d like a little treat after today."
"Okay, you’re officially the best boyfriend ever," Stiles declared, making a beeline for the kitchen like he hadn’t eaten in days. "No, seriously. You didn’t have to—wait, yes you did, because these smell *amazing*."
You followed him, laughing at his enthusiasm as he leaned over the tray, inhaling deeply. “I figured you needed something nice after whatever supernatural craziness happened today.”
He turned to you, still grinning. “Do you know me or what? But yeah, it was… intense. Scott almost got his head ripped off, Malia turned into full-on were-coyote mode, and Lydia’s banshee scream? Nearly deafened me again. But all in a day’s work, right?” He smirked, but you could see the exhaustion behind his eyes.
“You’re always saving the world,” you teased lightly, stepping closer to him. “But now you can relax for a bit.”
Stiles’ grin softened as he met your gaze. “I like that idea.” He reached out, fingers brushing yours before taking your hand in his. “You’re like my calm in the storm, you know that?”
Your heart swelled at his words, and for a second, the world outside really did feel distant. It was just the two of you, wrapped in the quiet comfort of your kitchen, the faint smell of rain still lingering outside.
“C’mon,” you said, tugging him toward the couch. “Cookies can wait until they cool.”
Stiles followed, still holding your hand, and as you sat down, the weight of the day seemed to fall away from him. You both settled in, his arm resting over your shoulders, pulling you closer. His body was warm against yours, the faint scent of his cologne—something woodsy and familiar—mingling with the ever-present hint of mint from his gum. It was a comfort, something uniquely Stiles.
You were quiet for a moment, and then Stiles broke it, his voice softer now. “You know, it’s weird. We’ve been dating for what, like a week and a half? But I feel like...”
“Like it’s been longer?” you finished for him.
“Exactly.” He squeezed your hand. “I guess that’s the benefit of knowing each other so well, huh?”
“Yeah, makes things a lot easier,” you said, smiling. “But it’s still new, and I kinda like that. Figuring all this out.”
He leaned his head against your shoulder, and for a moment, everything was perfect. His heart beat steady, his breathing calm—until, in true Stiles fashion, he couldn’t resist. “So, uh… how does this work?” he asked, gesturing between the two of you, his expression mock-serious. “Is this where we do the whole ‘first cuddle as a couple’ thing? I just don’t want to mess up the *routine* or anything. There’s like, a protocol, right?”
You laughed, leaning into him. “Pretty sure you’re doing fine so far.”
“Good to know,” he said, voice dipping into that soft, vulnerable tone he only used when it was just the two of you. He paused for a second, then turned his head slightly, his lips brushing your cheek. It was a tentative, sweet gesture, but it made your pulse race all the same. He pulled back, looking into your eyes, searching for any hesitation, but you smiled, giving him the go-ahead without words.
Stiles leaned in again, this time pressing his lips to yours in a soft kiss, his hand coming up to gently cup your cheek. The kiss was slow, gentle—like he was savoring the moment, taking his time to explore the feeling of being this close to you. His lips were soft, and you could still taste the faint mint on his breath.
When you finally pulled back, both of you were smiling, a little breathless. Stiles’ face was flushed, but the happiness in his eyes was undeniable.
“I think I like this ‘routine,’” he said, grinning.
“Yeah?” you teased, still close enough to feel his breath against your skin.
“Yeah,” he confirmed, pulling you closer again, his thumb gently brushing along your jawline. “We should definitely make this a regular thing.”
You chuckled, settling back into the couch as he wrapped his arms around you, holding you tightly. The rain outside had picked up again, tapping softly against the windows, but inside, the world felt warm and safe. Stiles, ever the fidgeter, started tracing lazy patterns on your hand, his other arm snug around your waist.
“This is nice,” he murmured after a while, his voice starting to grow a little drowsy.
You nodded, feeling the same contentment wash over you. “Yeah, it is.”
For a few more moments, neither of you said anything, just enjoying the quiet comfort of being together. Then, out of nowhere, Stiles perked up. “Wait, the cookies! Did I miss the cooling window?”
You laughed, shaking your head. “No, they’re still good. You want to grab some now?”
“Hell yes,” he said, jumping up with renewed energy. He dashed to the kitchen and returned, holding a plate of warm cookies in triumph. “I’ve survived another day in Beacon Hills, and I deserve this,” he declared, handing you one before taking a huge bite out of his own. His eyes closed in bliss. “Oh my God, these are perfect.”
You grinned, taking a bite yourself. “Only the best for the hero of Beacon Hills.”
Stiles beamed at you, chocolate smudging the corner of his mouth. “Okay, stop. You’re gonna make me blush.”
“You’re already blushing,” you teased, leaning in to kiss the chocolate from his lips. And just like that, you found yourselves kissing again, sweet and soft, the taste of cookies mixing with the warmth of the moment.
In that instant, the world outside faded away. No werewolves, no banshees, no looming threats. Just you and Stiles, in the calm of a stormy Beacon Hills night, knowing that whatever craziness came next, you had each other.
Warnings : None, Teen Wolf AU, Teen Wolf x Original Male Character, Teen Wolf SPOILER ALERT, Gore
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[CHAPTER 2] [2,500 words]
As you reached the benches, you were absolutely fucking appalled; how is it that wherever you went, you'd run into those two boys - they were sitting next to Lydia - you sighed, taking a deep breath as you walked over, putting on your best smile...
The two boys glanced at each other, not expecting you to be the one to show up.
Lydia was the first to speak, "Oh, Y/N, hey. Glad you could make it."
"Of course, thanks for inviting me," you responded.
"This is Scott; he's in our biology class. He's really nice, and that's Stiles. They're childhood friends. You met them this morning. "
"Yeah, I did," you chuckled.
"So, Y/N, Lydia tells us you're from Los Angeles?" Stiles asks.
"Yeah, I am,"
"Why move?" Stiles questioned abruptly.
As Lydia took a breath, mildly embarrassed at Stiles' inability to subtly ask someone a question without sounding like he was interrogating them.
"My mother got a job here," Y/N replied, smiling.
"So what was the deal with the 10-foot metal chain you carried around?" Y/N asked, curious, making Lydia raise an eyebrow towards the duo.
"We had it in the trunk of our jeep, and it kinda fell out and rolled… in your locker," Stiles said, making a face and grinning in the hopes you'll let it go, while Scott looked pale and tense.
Despite sensing they were obviously hiding something, Y/N decided to let it go - "So you were planning on chaining something or someone? What is it, like a kinky sex thing?" You said, laughing, and Stiles' eyes widened in shock at your question.
Stiles is still in shock, mildly blushing. Scott and Lydia just look at him in amusement and then look away, laughing.
"HEY MCCALL!!" The coach's voice interrupted from the other side of the seating area.
"YOU and BALINSKI BETTER GET YOUR ASSES TO PRACTICE NOW!!!"
Scott glanced at Stiles, signalling something. Stiles nodded, not noticing you had caught their little exchange. This piqued your interest, so you decided to try tagging along to…you know…get to know your lovely friends better (that's LA slang for stalk these dum bitches)
"You guys have a practice or something? I've got nothing to do. Can I tag along?" Y/N asked
"Uhhh yeah, sure," Scott responded, not knowing why he did. Stiles immediately snapped his head to Scott in pure disbelief as if he'd blown some cover.
You followed the boys, and on the way, Scott and Stiles explained lacrosse to you - you never said you didn't know the game - they assumed you'd never played.
The team was warming up, and Scott took his post as goalkeeper while you sat at the bleachers to watch the boys.
Suddenly, your phone rang. Perfect timing, you thought to yourself. You quickly picked up your best friend's call and caught her up on everything.
"I was thinking of trying out on their team. What do you think ?" Y/N asked Maria.
"No way. I thought you said you were done with lacrosse after what happened?"
"Yeah, but like it or not, this might be a clean slate…"
Suddenly, you saw the goalie (goalkeeper)—Scott—run towards the charging player and tackle him, both falling to the ground. This caused the coach to abuse air into his whistle, fuming at what he saw.
"Did that goalie just leave the..?" Maria, who was also watching through FaceTime, asked, confused
"HEY MCCALL ????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ??? The position is goal KEEPER, not goal ABANDONER. STOP LEAVING THE GOAL POST," Coach Finstock Yelled into Scott's ears.
You chuckled, amused at what you were seeing
"Yeah, you still want to try out for their team babe?" Maria shot smugly.
As the next player began to charge, Scott suddenly left his position again, his whole team confused, and coach Finstock looked like he could resign at any minute. Maria laughed, "You were right; these two are crazy AF."
You noticed something weird. When Scott tackled the other boy to the ground, it was almost as if … he… sniffed?…him.
After another yelling from the coach, Scott did the same thing again, and you saw it happen again; you were sure of it. He leaned in and sniffed the guy before looking towards Stiles and shaking his head.
"I was thinking of trying out on their team. What do you think ?" Y/N asked Maria.
"No way. I thought you said you were done with lacrosse after what happened?"
"Yeah, but like it or not, this might be a clean slate…"
Suddenly, you saw the goalie (goalkeeper)—Scott—run towards the charging player and tackle him, both falling to the ground. This caused the coach to abuse air into his whistle, fuming at what he saw.
"Did that goalie just leave the..?" Maria, who was also watching through FaceTime, asked, confused
"HEY MCCALL ????? WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT ??? The position is goal KEEPER, not goal ABANDONER. STOP LEAVING THE GOAL POST," Coach Finstock Yelled into Scott's ears.
You chuckled, amused at what you were seeing
"Yeah, you still want to try out for their team babe?" Maria shot smugly.
As the next player began to charge, Scott suddenly left his position again, his whole team confused, and coach Finstock looked like he could resign at any minute. Maria laughed, "You were right; these two are crazy AF."
You noticed something weird. When Scott tackled the other boy to the ground, it was almost as if … he… sniffed?…him.
After another yelling from the coach, Scott did the same thing again, and you saw it happen again; you were sure of it. He leaned in and sniffed the guy before looking towards Stiles and shaking his head.
You don't know what you were witnessing, but something weird was going on.
The sheriff came onto the field, escorting one of the boys Scott tackled to a van. Seeing this, Y/N began making his way to the two boys.
The boys weren't facing him and didn't see him coming close. As Y/N approached, he stopped after overhearing something they had said.
"How good are these cells at holding people?" Scott asked in a worried tone.
"People, good…werewolves ?? Not so good."
You were confused. Is this what people meant by weird stories and stuff about this place? Are these two nuts part of some ghost-hunting club?
Y/N hears Scott say something about a wolf and a scent.
"It's him. He's a werewolf, I know it. We have to get him. He's got a scent to main and kill people,"
"How can you tell?"
"I don't know, I just can, and his father just died, and they think he did it, so that's not helping."
What the hell are these two talking about? You heard the sheriff tell the boys they had to leave. You turned around, avoiding whatever mess they were about to get into.
"So, are you going to try out for the team?" Stiles asks as he approaches Y/N.
"Ummm, no, not interested, and I was just kidding earlier," you said.
"Aw, and I thought we'd get to hang more", Stiles pouts.
You roll your eyes playfully at him and start walking, but suddenly, as Stiles follows, he falls down, "OWWWWWW."
"You okay?" Y/N asked.
"Yup, totally," Stiles said as he picked up his lacrosse stick.
You could tell the boy was lying and trying to hide the fact that his ankle hurt, and Y/N had to admire his attempt at protecting his ego.
"Here, lean on me," Y/N said, sighing as you helped him.
Stiles looked at Y/N in utter confusion.
"Are you serious?" Stiles asked, surprised that Y/N didn't just laugh and walk off.
"Yes, you dumbo. Come on, lean," Y/N said, laughing slightly and rolling his eyes - something inside him feeling just a little bit weird.
Stiles wrapped his hand around Y/N as they continued to the parking lot to his jeep.
The walk was silent. Both boys noticed each other's breathing as the wind gently blew past them. The loud world felt somewhat calmer as leaves rustled in the wind, and the nature around them felt like a peaceful addition to the sound of their footsteps.
Y/N was always fond of scents; it was perhaps one of his more stereotypically "effeminate" traits as compared to his general masculine nature for the most part, according to his best friend. He couldn't help but notice that despite Stiles not seeming to have any perfume on, his scent was…Y/N pondered how to describe it for a moment before settling on a simple "It's nice…" Not known to Y/N, the boy by his side was enamoured by Y/N's scent; it wasn't a masculine cologne or a feminine scent; it was just sweet, but just the right amount, almost addictive, with a hint of something that made you feel like perfection?
(Author's Note: LMAO Stiles, are you sure it's the "scent" you're finding so 'perfect’ ?? Awww)
As the boys neared the parking lot, Stiles stopped momentarily, looking at you, breaking the silence. "Y/N… I'm sorry about the morning, with the chains and stuff," he said slowly, his voice trailing.
"Oh, that? Don't worry about it; it was nothing," Y/N said, smiling slightly.
"I don't think so… at the moment when it happened, you seemed to be quite upset, it was like for a moment I saw some panic, you didn't like being in the centre with everyone eyeing you…I…think…so you don't have to brush it off and say it was nothing, so I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."
As much as you tried to hide the fact that his words affected you, your eyes widened, and you froze, the smile on your face faltering. You knew one day someone would have been able to see through your facade, except perhaps not so soon.
Y/N didn't quite know what to say as the buzz-cut boy stared into his eyes; perhaps Stiles was more than a dunce…Y/N had never noticed that Stiles had read him that much; a part of that fact scared Y/N. It was threatening that someone read emotions he might've buried. Either way, he was grateful for Stiles' apology, but saying thank you and acknowledging Stiles would mean accepting that he was indeed "that" bothered by what had happened, and he tried to hide it. Y/N wasn't mentally ready for the stranger he met to know that.
Somewhere deep down, Y/N wanted to hug Stiles and thank him for caring enough to notice and care about him—a stranger he didn't even know, who, until now, had just looked down on him and wanted to avoid him.
"I think you're reading into it too much, Stiles. Besides, I was just shocked and caught off guard, nothing more. It doesn't mean anything, so it's fine," Y/N said, walking forward while supporting Stiles.
Stiles knew the boy was lying. He wondered why Y/N seemed … scared, but he couldn't help but respect that Y/N wasn't ready to open up...yet.
As the two boys walked to where Stiles said he parked, Scott was near his blue jeep, leaning against the side while talking to someone on the phone.
"That blue jeep is mine," Stiles said as he checked out the sleek black SUV parked next to him, mouthing damn as if he had just checked out a hot girl.
Y/N couldn't help but smirk.
"This one's yours, huh?" Y/N asked, pointing towards the jeep.
"Yes, she is. What about her?" Stiles asked.
"You should really get it fixed; the entire body's dented," Y/N replied.
"Heyyyy, she's fine. She's been like this for years, and she's still running well. Besides, I have duct tape," Stiles said defensively, which made Y/N laugh.
"Hey, let's go ?" Scott said, getting into the jeep. Y/N took his arm off Stiles' side as he got into the car, waving as the clunky jeep drove off.
He took a deep breath, looking at the dusk sky, tired and shocked. His first day had been more complicated than he had expected.
Y/N got into his car and sat behind the steering wheel, not quite knowing what to think or how to react. Everything felt different—his day, his emotions, his heart? He felt knackered and needed some sleep, so he drove home.
As he reached his home, Y/N saw a note his mother left saying she was staying late at work and not to wait for her.
He walked into his room, stripping and quickly showering before bed.
Y/N didn't know what had happened. He was always fine being alone and never needed friends or companionship. But today, as he lay in bed, something about the day's events kept running through his mind. He had a strange urge to call his mom and talk to her, but she had an important surgery, and he didn't want to bother her. So, Y/N sighed, taking a deep breath and closing his eyes, and as he dozed off to sleep, he couldn't help but feel like a certain "scent" was missing.
After his day, it didn't take long for Y/N to drift into a slumber. But the cold kept him from getting comfortable. He shifted around, turning and tossing, but it was no use; it felt likely it was getting colder; annoyed that his sleep was disturbed, Y/N got up to turn up the heat, freezing in shock.
It was pitch black, and the comfort of his bed no longer supported his body - it was nowhere to be felt - and crickets chirped as thin beams of moonlight shone through dense trees—Y/N was in a forest.
As Y/N felt the wet ground and mulch under him, the reality and panic began to set in. He was in a forest! A dark forest, cold, half naked, and something was…hurting.
Y/N felt it, and there was an overwhelming sense of pain.
His mind was hazy, and as his hands found the source of his pain, his eyes watered at the sight of a bear trap digging into his foot, blood spilling.
Panic filled his head; the pain, the forest, and the cold made his senses overflow, and not before long, Y/N felt something … something was there…just ahead of him…looking right at him…he could feel it in his gut…but the darkness masked it. . .It was right there…
The air was cold, and the silence was deafening; all he could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat.
He felt the presence coming closer, and as the wind blew, a gust of cold air hit him, carrying a scent. The scent smelled like something was rotting or slowly…dying.
Y/N whimpered in silence, trying to move back, but the trap held him firmly in place. He was powerless, pinned down by the trap, unable to get up and run, and as his fear peaked, he saw something terrifying.
Its eyes glowed yellow, as dark slits in its eyes appeared, a hiss emitted from its throat, saliva dripping from its mouth as it bared its fangs. It stood up like a human, its body covered in scales with a tail that was getting dangerously close to Y/N's neck.
Y/N was frozen in fear, unable to move or breathe, his heart beating out of his chest as the creature's tail lunged towards him, piercing his shoulder and causing his whole body to spasm in pain.
It felt like someone had ripped his shoulder apart, and the feeling of his bones cracking, his muscle tissue ripping, the nerves in his shoulder being severed. His flesh torn apart was excruciatingly painful. His voice was lost, and his breath hitched as he tried to scream out in pain.
The creature hissed once again, its tail still deep inside his shoulder, twisting around and moving about, causing more pain than Y/N could ever have imagined. But suddenly, his body began to go numb. Y/N couldn't move a single muscle; he lay there paralysed, his eyes wide in fear, tears streaming down his face as the creature got closer.
Y/N saw its claws extend; as it got closer, he could feel its breath on his face. Still, suddenly, it snapped its head in another direction, running off, leaving Y/N bleeding in silence.
He saw a dark shadow approach him, and the last thing he heard before his vision went blank was the sound of his own screams.
As I’ve received over a dozen requests for part two, here’s the official announcement.
ANOMALY PART TWO is officially in the works, it will be published anywhere between 24-50 hours approximately.
Firstly allow me to express my gratitude to all my readers and everyone else who has contributed to the success of Anomaly. This FanFic is based on the show Teen Wolf, and thanks to your support and requests I can confidently try to work on part two.
I shared a few pictures to help tease what’s to come in part two, one of the pictures is actually how I was working on the plot line for the story.
I hope that part two will live up to the excitement it is receiving, I’ve completed about 50% of the story, and so for Stiles is making quite the impression on Y/N ;)
A question I had was if I should still continue using the term “Y/N” for the main protagonist - At the end of the day it is an original character story, so ideally the character should have a name, but since I couldn’t think of one, I’ve left it as Y/N for the time being.
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Content Warning : NSFW Gay Smut, sexual themes, Top Male Reader and Bottom Beomgyu, unprotected sex (please use protection)
Disclaimer : This is a Fan-fiction story written for entertainment purposes only, no part of the story implies or affirms anything regarding real world events or individuals. Please be of the appropriate age ( i.e, Adult as per your country’s stipulations and regulations) before interacting with this post
“You planned Popcorn and Porn for our study session? You tryna get some of this cock Beomgyu? Do your hyungs who you keep cuddling with and sleeping next to know you’re craving cock ?” Y/N said smirking at Beomgyu while putting his bag down on the table.
“Aww, Are you jealous that you aren’t getting anywhere near my ass unlike them? Beomgyu sassily shot back, sitting on the couch, his legs crossed and one arm resting on the back of the couch.
Y/N smirked and walked over to Beomgyu, grabbing his hair and pulling it roughly making him look up.
Beomgyu looked up at Y/N, a lustful smile on his lips.
Y/N pulled his head even higher, making him arch his back a bit.
Beomgyu’s hand began to stroking Y/N’s cock from outside his pants.
Beomgyu smirked as Y/N groaned in response to the friction he felt, his hands tightening on his hair.
Y/N released his grip, but pushed his head down.
Beomgyu didn't hesitate to pull Y/N's pants down to his thighs, freeing his already hard dick.
Beomgyu smirked before putting it into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tip of the cock, as his eyes gazed up to look at Y/N's face, smirking as he watched Beomgyu get turned on by the feeling of his cock in his mouth.
Beomgyu then slowly moved his head up and down the cock, his tongue swirling around it the whole time.
Y/N threw his head back and groaned loudly, his hands gripping Beomgyu's hair roughly, pushing him all the way down onto his dick, his tip touching the back of his throat. “Yeah just like that, you like that fat cock baby? Fuck you look so good sucking me off. I can feel the way your throat tightens every time you take it all in.
Y/N moaned out and pulled his hair harder, thrusting forcefully as Beomgyu gagged, his eyes teary.
Y/N let go of his hair, letting him fall backwards and gasping for air, a trail of spit connected to his mouth.
He panted as his eyes locked with Y/N's, who smirked as he leaned in.
Getting up, Beomgyu wrapped his arms around his neck and kissed him, moaning into his mouth.
Their tongues battled for dominance, but Y/N took control.
Pushing him backwards, they landed on the couch with Y/N on top of him, both still kissing passionately.
Beomgyu's shirt was taken off, his chest bare for Y/N to see.
He trailed kisses down his neck, down his chest, his tongue running over his nipple, biting and playing, marking his body with hickeys.
“Ah AAHH FUCK Y/N you’re making me so hot, please put it in,” Beomgyu moaned out looking dazed as Y/N bit down on his nipple.
“Yeah ? You want my cock baby ? You want me fucking you huh? You want me to stretch you out with my fat cock and make you beg for more don't you slut ?" Y/N replied smirking.
“Fuck YeAh , AAh, yes I want you to fuck me so hard baby, fuck me until I'm a mess and I'm screaming your name and begging for more," Beomgyu said between gasps.
“Oh Yea baby? Daddy’s stretch you out so good you lil slut,” Y/N said as he showed his fingers into Beomgyu’s mouth, who immediately started sucking on them.
Y/N Kissed his way down to Beomgyu’s waistline, biting and leaving
more hickeys.
"F-Fuck," Beomgyu moaned out, feeling a little impatient, and wanting his dick inside him.
"Mhm, what a whore, you're practically begging for it," Y/N said as he pulled his fingers out of Beomgyu's mouth.
Beomgyu whimpered when he did, the empty feeling hitting him.
Pulling his pants off, Y/N quickly pushed his middle finger into his hole, and moved his finger, causing Beomgyu to let out a small moan, his face blushing, and his breathing becoming heavier. Y/N added a finger, aggressively thrusting in and out of him.
"Ah F-Fuck Y/N, you're stretching me so good, you're so fucking hot, fuck Omg" Beomgyu moaned in pleasure his hands gripping the sheets.
Beomgyu could only whimper as Y/N kept abusing his prostate with his fingers, his eyes watering as his legs trembled.
Y/N leaned forward, kissing and sucking Guy’s balls, taking them into his mouth, as his free hand abused Gyu’s nipple.
"Oh Fuck," Beomgyu moaned and his hands went up to grab at Y/N's hair. Beomgyu tugged Y/N's hair hard, causing him to groan, and he could only whimper and gasp at the pleasure, leaning in and Swallowing Gyu’s whole cock.
Beomgyu groaned loudly at the sensation.
Y/N took all of his cock into his mouth, his hands scissoring inside Gyu making him squirm and moan in please.
The room was filled with sounds of sucking and slurping, mixed with the moans from the both of them, while Gyu’s grabbed Y/N’s hair, pushing him deeper while bucking his hips. Beomgyu moaned, his eyes watered as he could only whimper and groan and squirm and moan in pleasure, the feeling of being stretched and his cock being sucked was too much.
"Oh god, please," Beomgyu whispered, his face flushed red and his body shaking. "Please, please, please."
He was so close, he just needed a little bit more.
But he was denied as Y/N pulled away, his hands pulling out.
"You wanna cum baby? You wanna cum for me?" Y/N asked, his voice rough and low.
"Yes! Fuck, I'm so close, please, I need to cum," Beomgyu said desperately.
"Mm, what a whore, so eager, but no, not yet, I'm not done with you," Y/N said, and Beomgyu could only whimper, his hands grasping the sheets.
Beomgyu looked so helpless and fucked out.
Beomgyu laid there, waiting for Y/N, who stood up, removing his clothes and turning Gyu onto his stomach, his face and his chest pressed against the couch.
Gyu's ass was in the air, his legs spread open, showing his hole, wet and ready.
Y/N rubbed the head of his dick against the entrance, causing Beomgyu to let out a moan, “Yea You feel my cock there baby? You want Daddy’s cock in you Gyu? Want me to fuck you like the whore you are? Tell daddy how bad you want his cock ," Y/N said
Beomgyu groaned in frustration, he couldn't think straight anymore, he just wanted to be filled, he wanted to be fucked, "Please, Daddy, I need you, I need you to fuck me, I want your cock, please," He begged.
"Fuck baby I’m gonna fuck your brains out," Y/N said, and rammed inside Gyu, not holding back for a second, grabbing his hair and forcing his head to turn to the side, leaning forward, and capturing his lips in a hard sloppy kiss, his other hand reaching around his waist and gripping his cock, his hands moving up and down his shaft, as he thrusts deep into him, his pace not slowing down at all.
“Beomgyu yelled in Pain, his voice muffled by Y/N's tongue which was still inside him, the pain turning into pleasure as he adjusted, the feeling of Y/N's dick inside him making him see stars, and the pleasure was so intense he was moaning and screaming, "Fuck, fuck, fuck, oh my god, Daddy, fuck me," He cried out, the pleasure overriding his senses, his hands scrambling to grab the cushions, his hips moving against Y/N's thrusts.
Y/N's hand was now stroking his cock at a fast pace, the sensation driving Beomgyu crazy, “AAAHHH FUCK DADDY, YOU’RE SO BIG IM GOING TO CUMMM.”
Y/N pulled back from their kiss, a string of saliva connecting their lips.
"Yeah, yeah, fuck, I'm gonna cum, oh god, oh my god," Beomgyu moaned loudly, the feeling of his orgasm building up.
"Come on baby, cum for me," Y/N said, his voice thick with arousal, and his pace quickening, his thrusts going harder.
"AAAHHH DADDYYY, FUCK ME HARDER, I'M GOING TO CUM, FUCK, DADDYY" Beomgyu screamed, his whole body shaking as his orgasm hit him, his eyes rolling back and his mouth hanging open.
His body shuddered, and he could only let out a strangled noise as he felt his cum spurt all over the couch underneath.
Y/N suddenly spanked Gyu causing him to moan as he continued railing Gyu, shoving his face into couch, his hand grabbing the back of his neck, pushing him down, "You're such a whore, a cockslut, fuck, you're such a good boy," He said, his words dripping with lust, and he slammed his hips forward, his hips hitting Beomgyu's ass.
"AAHH FUCK YOU'RE SO DEEP INSIDE ME DADDY," Gyu screamed, and his eyes rolled back, his body shuddering and convulsing, as Y/N leaned forward biting Gyu’s neck.
"God, you're so fucking tight, and hot, and sexy," Y/N said, his words barely registering, and his hips slamming against Beomgyu's again.
"Aaaahhh, f-fuck, y-you're s-so deep," Gyu moaned, and Y/N could only growl and his hips snapped forward, and his hand grabbed Beomgyu's ass, spreading him open, exposing his hole.
Beomgyu whimpered at the sight, and his eyes closed, and he was lost in the sensations, his hands gripping the cushion, and his mouth was open and moaning, and his face was contorted with pleasure.
"You like this, baby? You like the way my cock feels inside you? You're such a whore, you want my cock so badly, fuck, I'm going to fill you up with my cum, and fuck, fuck, you're gonna scream and beg for more," Y/N growled, and he slammed his hips into Gyu's, and his thrusts were getting faster, and his pace was picking up, and his body was shuddering, and his body was starting to shake.
Beomgyu whimpered again, his body shaking, and his voice was a hoarse whisper, "Oh god, oh fuck, y-yes, y-yes, yes," He moaned, and Y/N could only groan and his hips bucked forward, his grip on Gyu's ass tightening.
"Aaahhh, fuck, oh god, fuck, y-yes, fuck, y-yes, m-more, a-aahhhh," He cried out, and his body shook, and his head lolled back, and his mouth opened, and he let out a loud moan, and his body was shuddering, his muscles tensing and relaxing, his legs shaking.
"Fuck, fuck, fuck, o-oh god, a-ahhh, aaahhh, a-ahhh," He moaned, and his legs were shaking, and his hands were grabbing at the cushions, and his head was tilted back, and his mouth was wide open, and his eyes were closed.
Y/N pulled out and flipped Beomgyu onto his back, lifting his legs up, Gyu’s face now in between his thighs, his eyes looking directly into Gyu's, a wicked smirk on his lips.
"Be a good boy and open wide for daddy," Y/N said, his voice deep and commanding, and Beomgyu opened his mouth, his tongue sticking out.
Y/N put his hand on Gyu's chin, and held his head up, his face hovering over his, his breath hot and heavy.
"Now be a good boy and take daddy's cock," Y/N said, his voice rough, and his hand reached down, and gripped Beomgyu's ass, his hands squeezing the firm flesh, and his nails digging in, and his thumb slipped inside the hole, his thumb sliding in and out, the tip of his thumb brushing against his prostate.
"Aaaahhh, a-ahhh, y-yes, p-please, o-oh god, p-please," Gyu begged, and his hands were grabbing the cushions, and his back was arching, and his eyes were closing, and his mouth was opening and his voice was high and desperate.
"You're gonna take all of it, baby, all of it," Y/N growled, and his hands were pulling him down, and his hips were slamming against his ass, his cock hitting his prostate, and his eyes were locked with his, and his body was tensing and his hips were jerking.
"F-Fuck, a-ahhhh, y-y-yes, a-ahhh, y-yes, p-please, d-daddy, a-ahhh, o-oh fuck, a-aahhhh, a-ahhh, a-ahhh, a-aaaahhh," He cried out, and his back arched, and his head fell back, and his legs were shaking clutching onto Y/N’s waist, and his fingers were clutching the cushions, and his face was turning a deep red.
"A-Ahhh, a-ahhh, y-yes, p-please, o-oh fuck, y-you're s-so g-good, a-aahhh," He moaned, and his breathing was labored, and his eyes were glazed over, and his mouth was wide open, and his cheeks were flushed, and his hair was messy.
"A-Ahhh, a-ahhh, a-aahhh, a-aaahhh, a-ahhh,” He whimpered as Y/N spanked him again, then leaning in and shoving his tongue into his mouth, kissing him deeply, their tongues battling, and their hands exploring each other, and their bodies pressing together, their breaths mixing, and their hearts beating in unison.
“A-aAAh DADDY, fuck right there, I’m gonna cum daddy, fuck omg fuck me” Beomgyu whimpered and screamed, his whole body trembling.
Beomgyu came and went limp in Y/N's arms, and Y/N continued to thrust, his cock hitting Beomgyu's prostate over and over, his body trembling, and his mind was blank.
“Yeah you like this cock you cockslut? You want Daddy’s milk baby? I'm going to fill you up baby, fill you up, stretch you out, fill your tight little hole, I'm gonna cum inside you, and fuck you until you're screaming and begging me to stop," Y/N grunted as he kept thrusting.
"Fuck, fuck, a-ahhh, a-a-ah, o-oh my god, f-fuck, o-o-oh my god, o-oh my god," Beomgyu stammered, his body convulsing and his hands reaching up, scratching Y/N’s back, his nails leaving marks, and his legs wrapping around Y/N's waist.
"Fuck, you feel so good, fuck, fuck, I'm so close," Y/N groaned, his eyes rolling back, his breath coming out in ragged pants, his thrusts getting more erratic.
"AAAHHH DADDY, IM CUMMING FUCK" Gyu whimpered in arousal, splattering cum onto Y/N’s abs and Face, which the other smirked at licking at with his tongue while maintaining eye contact. “Good boy, just like that cum for daddy, FUCK, baby you’re clenching so hard,” Y/N said as he continued to slam into Beomgyu.
"F-Fuck, y-you're so hot, you're s-so fucking hot," Beomgyu breathed, his chest rising and falling, his face flushed and his eyes wide and glazed.
“Fuck Beomgyu, I’m gonna cum, fuck, baby I'm gonna fill you up so good, a-ahhh" Y/N groaned as he slammed into him one last time, and came inside Beomgyu, his cum coating Gyu’s walls and splurting out of his hole as Y/N slowed his thrusts.
Y/N kissed Beomgyu's sweaty forehead as the other tried to catch his breath, and Y/N pulled out of him, watching his cum leak out.
"Holy fuck, that was amazing, fuck oh my god fuck,” Gyu whimpered.
"That was fucking incredible, you're so sexy, fuck," Y/N groaned, his tongue dominating Gyu’s mouth as he lined his tip with Gyu’s cum dump.
"Fuck, you're so good, so tight," Y/N grunted as he thrusted into the other again, causing Gyu to scream pleasure, his voice high pitched and hoarse.
"Daddy, Daddy, A-AH" Beomgyu moaned loudly, his back arching off the couch, his hips grinding against Y/N's as he pounded into him.
“We’re nowhere near done whore.”
PART 1 COMPLETE {Please Request for Part 2}
Author’s Note: Thanks for reading! This story was requested by an anonymous user. It was my first time writing for top reader so please leave feedback! Thanks for your support and request ! P.S: NOT PROOF READ!
Content Warning : Sexual themes, Top Wooseok and Bottom Male Reader, Angst, Mature, Use of Drugs (Marijuana), Trigger Warning - emotional /mental abuse, college AU.
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I woke up feeling cold and lonely in our bed.
When I opened my eyes and saw the empty side of the bed where Woo Seok was supposed to be sleeping I remembered last night and how he just left.
I turned to the side and stared at the empty space where his face would usually rest. It felt so lonely, I almost wanted to cry. I reached over to his side of the bed and touched his pillow, hugging it to my chest and trying to catch any last lingering scent of him.
The scent of him comforted me as I sat in silence for a while, hugging his pillow close.
After a while I got out of bed, I felt so drained, both mentally and physically.
I had hoped last night was just a dream. That maybe he was still here somewhere.
I walked into the kitchen, hoping he'd be there with breakfast and his charming smile. I hoped he would greet me with his arms wide open and tell me he was sorry and that everything was going to be okay. But there was no one in the kitchen. Just an empty table and a lonely chair.
It made me sad. I thought we were finally getting better. That maybe things were looking up for us. We had been fighting a lot lately and things between us had been really rocky. Last night was the last straw for me. I had decided when he get’s back….if…. He gets back…. I need a break.
We hadn't gone on a proper date in months. It seemed like all he wanted to do was stay home, sit on the couch and drink. I tried talking to him about it but he kept avoiding it. I tried bringing up the topic, but every time we would end up in another fight.
We were fighting over such small things lately, things that never used to be a problem, over a towel on the bed, over lights, food, sex, everything.
I couldn’t take it anymore, it felt like we were falling apart and no matter what I did he wouldn't talk to me, he was shutting me out and I was sick of it.
"Why are you making a big deal out of this? Why don't you go out with your stupid friends!" He yelled.
"Because I want to spend time with you!"
“ I can’t with you right now. I need a fucking break. I am so sick and tired of this! Just go, please! I need some fucking air. I am sick of being in this house, with you, all day long. I need to clear my mind. Please just leave me alone." He said and walked away.
"Wait, Wooseok." I ran after him, grabbing him by the arm and turning him around to face me.
"I don't want to be in this house alone right now, if you walk out right now, I WILL hold it against you…I mean it."
He looked at me and for a second I saw a glimpse of the old him. My sweet and kind Woo. He was there. Behind those dark eyes, I saw the same man that I fell in love with. The man that brought me coffee in the morning, and made me laugh so hard, I could barely breathe. Always hung out with me in every class break. The man that always asked how my day was and would bring me a single flower just because. He was there, I knew it.
But as soon as the glimmer came, it disappeared and all that was left was anger and darkness.
"Let go of me."
"NO, Woo Seok, I will NOT let go. Please, talk to me, what's wrong, what is bothering you?"
"You. You are bothering me." He said and snatched his arm from my grasp, walking out and slamming the door behind him.
I was snapped back to reality, realizing that the last words we had exchanged were hateful ones.
I looked down at my hands, the hands that were holding him, and realized I was still clutching his pillow.
I sighed, dropping the pillow to the floor, getting into the bathroom for a shower.
I had to stop thinking about it. It was all in the past, and right now I had a day off from school and no plans...not any more … at least.
I needed to distract myself, I quickly showered, putting on my favorite outfit, the one that I had picked for the date that wasn't going to happen and headed out the door. If he didn’t wanna go to the beach … FINE, I can go.
The sun was setting as I got to the beach, there were a lot of people…and couples… enjoying the weather and the ocean view. It was a beautiful place. The waves crashed onto the shore and the sound was like music to my ears. It calmed me, and made me feel free and happy and since this day is such a bust, I might as well try and enjoy this by getting high.
I walked around a little as the sky grew slightly darker, finding a good spot, laying my towel on the sand, putting my bag and stuff next to me, before lighting up. I was taking in the scenery, the sky was growing darker and the beach was almost empty, most people were leaving, and as the smoke was leaving my lungs, I was already feeling lighter and happier excited about the high to come which would make me forget about all the drama - it was also kinda cold, pretty cold.
As I took another large drag from the joint, I felt the high starting, I was more “aware” of myself and my surroundings, I felt at ease, and it felt like i had let out a breath i dint know i was holding in. Suddenly the stress of the situation began to reduce as my body felt lighter, more fluid and ‘fun’.
I was lost in the sensations of the high, I put on some music, took off my t-shirt and laid down, shut my eyes for a moment, getting comfy in my plush soft blanket.
Suddenly I heard a chuckle, a chuckle full of snark.
"Well, that's certainly a sight, I guess your dates are more fun without me"
I opened my eyes, and was met with his.
"What the fuck are you doing here?" I mumbled closing my eyes immediately, not wanting to accept that this was happening.
"Nice way to greet your boyfriend" he replied, and snatched the joint from my hand, taking a long drag.
"You can't just show up here like that, we're supposed to be taking a break, remember? You didn't want me, you made that very clear. I don't have to put up with this, fuck off. Go back to whatever hole you crawled out of"
"Aww Ouchie. That hurt." He said tauntingly, and then continued, "you look really good in those shorts, you know"
"Fuck off, Wooseok" I replied, sitting up and reaching for the joint, which he immediately raised above his head, out of reach from my height, as he chuckled.
His playful and casual mood was starting to throw me into a rage, why was he acting like nothing was wrong? After everything he said? Why was he now fucking with your high when you weren’t even dating anymore?
"You can't just leave and come back, whenever the fuck you feel like it."
"Watch me" He replied, taking another drag, and smiling.
"What's gotten into you? Are you drunk or something?"
"No" He laughed and handed the joint back to you - you didn’t accept it from him.
"Why are you acting like nothing's wrong, like you didn't walk out last night? Like you didn't tell me, and I quote "I am sick and tired of you"
"Oh come on, don't be a bitch!"
"Don't call me a bitch, Wooseok."
“You taking a hit or no?? It’s getting wasted over here. "
"Are you actually fucking with me right now???"
"Okay fine…Don't want it, you don't get it.." He said taking a massive drag and putting out the joint with his foot.
I stood up angrily and yelled, "Are you crazy?! That was a perfectly good joint, you just wasted it!!"
Suddenly Wooseok roughly grabbed my waist pulling me closer as he harshly held my face with one hand keeping my mouth open - he immediately pressed his lips onto mine, shotgunning his last massive drag into my mouth.
One was breathing out pushing the smoke, while the other was taking it all in.
His lips were on mine, his tongue was inside of me. It was intense. I hated that I loved it.
The kiss felt heavy and intoxicating, Wooseok slowly pushing his body’s weight onto you, both getting on our knees, lips still intact.
Wooseok slowly pulled away from me and looked at me, his gaze was hungry.
He was so beautiful, the sunset illuminating his face, and his eyes. I loved his eyes, and his smile, and the way he looked at me.
My eyes were fixed on his as I tried to catch my breath, my mind feeling shocked, angry and very much seduced at the same time.
“Tell me that wasn’t a better hit than the joint,” He whispered into my ear, his breath warm and seductive as he smirked, his gaze locked with mine, not breaking eye contact for a second. I had missed his voice, and the way his lips brushed against my skin as he spoke. I missed the way he was looking at me, and how his touch set my entire body on fire. I missed him.
I tried to say something but the words wouldn't come out.
Loosening his grip on my face he slowly moved his hand down to my hip, gripping it, and slowly pushing his leg between my thighs, as he pushed me onto my back.
He towered over me - "Now, where were we?" He whispered again, his lips grazing mine and his breath hitting my face.
His lips were so close, it was driving me crazy. I didn't know if I should push him away or pull him closer, but what about everything he said? Did I forgive him just like that? Was I really this easy?
He leaned down and kissed me, softly at first, but quickly grew more heated and passionate, his tongue exploring my mouth. His hands roaming all over my body, pulling my hips closer, pushing his knee against my crotch.
My brain was screaming at me to push him off, but my body was betraying me, wanting his touch, and craving more - addicted - addicted to him.
He slowly started kissing down my neck, his hands caressing my chest, his thumb brushing against my nipple, making me moan. He smiled and started kissing my neck, sucking hard, biting me, making me whimper and moan.
My head was spinning, it was all too much, and not enough at the same time. At some point I just had a silent stream of tears, running down my cheeks as the emotions hit me.
"I missed this so much" Wooseok whispered, kissing his way down my chest, and biting and licking my nipples.
"So much."
- I didn’t react
"Please, let's go home, okay? Come on."
- No response
"Y/N, come on. Let's go home."
"Look, I'm sorry okay? Can we please go home and talk about this?"
"No, Wooseok, you had your chance, you said it yourself, I bother you, remember? You don't need to pretend like everything is okay."
"Baby, please. Don't be like that. I didn't mean it."
"Yes you did."
"No, baby, please, it’s getting dark can we just talk inside.”
“ baby, I just wanna go home, and talk. It's so cold, and it's getting late."
- I turned around laying on my other side, my back facing him.
He sighed and then got up, packing our things, and putting everything back into my bag.
He walked over, and reached out his hand for me.
"Let's go, it's getting late.”
-I refused his hand and got up on my own, brushing off the sand.
"Come on, let's go" He said again, his voice impatient, as he grabbed my wrist and tried to drag me along.
"Stop it!" I protested, but he was still dragging me.
"LET GO OF ME!"
- I yelled, and pulled my arm away from him.
He turned to look at me, a hint of anger flashing in his eyes.
"What the fuck is your problem?" He yelled.
"You're my problem. You keep hurting me and then acting like nothing's wrong!”
"It's not like you never hurt me!,” he shot back.
"When? When did I ever do that to you?"
"You didn’t even run behind me in the morning when I said we needed a Break, you didn’t even care! You couldn’t care less about fighting for this relationship!."
"OFCOURSE I CARE! Maybe I would've chased you if you didn't leave after yelling at me and telling me to leave you alone!, and as for FIGHTING for the relationship, ALL I HAVE DONE is fight for it! - Chase after you ??? For What ???? You and I NEVER make it fucking work, has anything we’ve had for so long even barely qualify as a relationship?,” I snapped back in rage, only realising what I had just said after his expression fell dark and cold. Before I could Tell him I would never mean that -
"JUST WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU WANT Y/N” He shouted at me, his voice was harsh and his eyes were dark and cold, there was no trace of the Wooseok I had just been kissing.
I didn't respond, my heart was beating fast, and I felt like I couldn't breathe.
"WELL ?" He shouted again, stepping closer to me.
"W-what?"
"What do you want from me, hm? What can I possibly do to fix this? You are always complaining, about something, and nothing I ever do is good enough for you, it's never enough, and you're always mad at me, what the hell do you want from me?!
“ I JUST WANT YOU, OKAY !! I WANT YOUR LOVE AND ATTENTION AND PRESENCE I WANT YOU TO HOLD ME I WANT YOU TO BE THERE! “
I paused for a second and then continued, my voice cracking. - "And you weren't. You aren’t.
It was like I could see the person I love crumble, his expression changed and I saw his eyes start to water.
"Will you give me.." he hesitated for a moment, and then continued, his voice shaking.
"will you give me another chance?, Please."
- The last word came out almost like a whisper.
I didn't say anything. My eyes were filled with tears.
He stepped closer to me, his eyes fixed on mine.
"Please" He whispered.
"Just one more chance. Please."
-I still didn't say anything.
"Please, Baby."
-I nodded.
"Say it, say you'll give me another chance."
-He pleaded, his voice barely audible.
"I will"
-His expression changed.
-His eyes lit up as a smile spread across his face, tears still streaming.
"Thank you" He said, before wrapping his arms around my waist and burying his face in my shoulder.
I wrapped my arms around his shoulders, holding him tightly, my face pressed against his neck.
"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, Y/N" He said, his voice shaking.
"it's… okay"
"no it's not. I was such an asshole to you. I'm so sorry"
"It's okay.”
"No, It's not. You don't deserve that. You deserve so much better than me. You're the best thing that's ever happened to me. And I've been such an asshole."
"You have"
-He looked up at me, his eyes watery, and his expression full of regret.
"I'm sorry, Baby. I'm so sorry" He repeated.
-He hugged me tightly, his arms wrapped around my waist strongly, almost as if they were desperate to be embraced.
"I'm sorry too"
"you don't have to apologise, none of this was your fault. It was all mine. I fucked up." - “Let me make it up to you at home?” he asked smirking and grinning like an idiot while crying, which was honestly kinda cute.
"Okay, you can try, and the “I’m sorry sex” better be Earth Shattering,” - I added on, pouting…. as our lips collided.
PART 1 COMPLETE {Please Request For PART 2}
Author’s Note: Hey Everyone, This story was based on an anonymous request. This is the first time I’ve written such an argument scene in an informal/ non-academic way, so I really hope you guys like it. Please leave any feedback !!! It is always greatly appreciated. P.S - STORY IS NOT PROOF READ.
Where have you beeeeen I miss your workkkkkk, i don’t know if you’re still active but if you are since your requests are open can I get a keehoxmalereader smut short nothing too elaborate, reader meets keeho at a party.
thanks !
Hello!
I hope this message finds you well.
This may sound cliche but hey everyone, it’s Nino. I hope you’re doing fine, I just wanted to let you know I’m back to tumblr and intend to be more regular, I wasn’t online mainly due to university work, but I intend to be regular now.
As a little treat before I complete the 100 requests I have, I wrote this quick smut based on this keeho request. I plan to improve on it, let me know what you think.
That being said, thank you for all who missed me and sent me so many messages and asks ! I hope you’ll continue to support me !
