Pairing: Nogitsune/Stiles Stilinski (Voiles/Stigitsune)
Summary: Stiles wakes up from a very particular dream that leaves him shaking and the shower doesn’t help. Not when he’s not exactly alone.
Warnings: Smut! And everything that entails, lmao.
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I know the gif isn’t from TW, but hey! It fits, hah. Love y’all, hope you’ll enjoy this little thing ❤
This is the last thing he should be thinking about. The literal last, what with the whole mess happening all around them, people dropping dead, the pack tearing at the seams, but maybe– maybe that’s exactly the reason for it.
Stiles can’t remember when was the last time he was this strung tight – and not from the stress of everything falling apart, but aching and throbbing deep in his gut, almost feverish from the already fading dream that still sings in his blood, hot and thrumming.
The dawn has barely broken as he woke up, whimper slipping past cracked lips, writhing in sheets too tangled, too restricting, skin slick and covered in sweat. Vaguely he can recall long fingers digging into his flesh, cool yet leaving him absolutely burning, wet mouth on his skin, a hint of too sharp teeth – riding the edge of pain and pleasure. His rune tingles, too hot, but he vehemently ignores it.