Warnings: NSFW, 18+, Oral (both receiving), fingering, boob job, trailer sex, mentions of weed, weed usage because TPose is always high af
Notes: SO. This WAS intended for Posey Week for @thelittlestkitsune and @sincerelystiles but I got incredibly behind on it. But I didn’t want to leave it be. I promised Lau I would finish it. I hope you all like it. I feel weird writing for Posey and dunno if I portrayed him alright.
Are there things you never thought were possible? Things you couldn’t tell others about? Do you ever do things you regret?
Yes? Well, that’s good at least.
This isn’t like that. Sorry to tell you.
Sure, you never thought this was possible. Sure, you vowed never to tell the others. But did you regret any part of this? Absolutely not. This was the best things to happen in your short life.
That time you decided to start sneaking around with your costar to do… not so pure things together.
The first time anything happened started a slippery slope you were sliding down faster than you could even describe. You had worked with Tyler and Dylan for years, being the best friend of Scott and Stiles on the show since the pilot episode. You had grown close to the two boys. They were your best friends after all.
After Allison was killed at the end of season three, it was decided that Scott needed a new love interest. Well, decided for sure. Jeff had dabbled with the idea that Allison liked Isaac, and Scott was moving on from his first love. And moving on to who exactly? His best friend, Brittney.
It wasn’t deep into season four, maybe the third episode in or so. You couldn’t remember exactly. You just know there was supposed to be some kiss between your character and Tyler’s.
Well, between you and Tyler.
Your anxiety was on overdrive, having slipped off set between scenes that you weren’t in. You hid out between your trailer and Tyler’s, a tiny enough space that you could sit comfortably without anyone really finding you. Your hands were shaking, deep breaths escaping your lips, quietly telling yourself to calm down.
You didn’t hear the crunch of footsteps on the asphalt or them calling your name. You only registered that someone was there when they sat next to you, wrapping their arm around your shoulders. Your head snapped up, locking eyes with the dark eyes of Tyler, a sad smile on his face.
“Hey. You alright?” he asked quietly, his fingers playing with the sleeve of the shirt you were wearing. You sighed, shaking your head, no words filling the air between you guys. “Is it the kiss? Because I promise I haven’t eaten onions today.”
You cracked a smile at his joke, shaking your head. “Good to know I don’t have to smell your stinky breath like always,” you told him, Tyler shoving your arm gently in return. “I’m kidding, T. But it is the kiss. I’ve just never done something like this, you know?” Let alone with my best friend. “I’m just paranoid it’s not going to be good. I don’t want to mess up or make a fool of myself.”
“Come on. You’ve kissed guys before. I know you have. It’s no different. And we will take all the time you need to make sure you are comfortable. Don’t let me push you into something you aren’t ready for,” he replied, staring at the pout on my face. He shuffled in his spot, his ass wiggling against the ground as he fished in the pockets of his jeans for his cigarette carton. He slid the top open, smiling at the contents. “If you want, I have an idea to calm you down.”
“You let me suffer and I can kill myself off on the show before Scott has to kiss Britt?” You asked jokingly, Tyler shaking his head.
“No, nothing like that. I have the next best thing to death though,” he laughed. You cocked your head, your eyebrow raising at him in wonder. He grinned, his pearly whites flashing for you. “How do you feel about smoking some weed to relax?” He asked, pulling out a joint from his carton.
You giggled, shaking your head. “You want to get high now, T? Is this the best time?”
“If it’ll calm you down, then yes. It’s the perfect time.”
You grinned at him, taking the joint in one hand, your other hand slipping into his pocket to fetch his lighter without his permission. “A few puffs won’t hurt I guess. But if anyone asks, we never did this. I’m not losing my job because you wanted to get high.”
“Dude, I’m high all the time and they don’t do shit about it. They won’t fucking fire you. Now hurry up. I need me my weed.”
And high you got. You should have stuck to sharing the one joint he pulled out, but it was burned quicker than you though. You had swapped taking hits, Tyler showing off with the tricks he could do with the smoke as he exhaled. Your mind was growing fuzzier with each hit, your body relaxing into a blissful state. Tyler insisted on pulling more out, the sound of your laughter getting louder the longer you sat together.
Tyler took the current blunt from your fingers, placing it between his lips. “Like, why don’t people practice scenes like this all the time?” he asked, inhaling deeply from the smoke. As he exhaled, he coughed slightly, hearing you laugh at him. “Like, we practice lines and stunts, but why not shit like kissing? We have to be comfortable, right?”
“Dude, you’re so right. All the time,” you told him, stealing the joint. “If we practice, we wouldn’t have to worry once we are on camera.”
“Oh, I have a brilliant idea!” Tyler screamed, jumping in his spot. He excitedly turned towards you, a grin on his face. He took your free hand in his, rubbing it with his thumb. “We can practice right now! If you get used to kissing me before we get called to set, you won’t have any problem doing it on set!”
“Really, T?” you asked, unsure if you should. He nods vehemently, the smile never falling from his features. “Well, alright then. But this is just a one-time thing off set, alright?”
Tyler agrees, the two of you finishing the joint you were smoking. Your body felt light, but your head and heart felt heavy from emotion. Tyler was perched in front of you, holding your face in his hands, shifting forward to press himself closer to you. His nose rubbed against yours, his hot breath fanning over your lips. Your own breath hitched in your throat, eyes slowly fluttering closed in anticipation for what was to come. His lips brushed against yours softly, barely touching them. He didn’t apply more pressure, leaving you eager for more.
“Come on, T. Don’t tease,” you joked, your hands running up his arms, tracing the McCall pack bands on his left arm. Your lips skimmed his as your spoke, Tyler gasping for air slightly.
“You know you like it, babe,” he joked, leaning forward finally to mold his lips with yours. If you were cold before, you weren’t now. You felt like you were on the sun, your body burning from his touch. The spark of his lips on yours ran along your veins. His lips fit to yours perfectly, moving against them slowly to begin, allowing you to get a feel for it. Your nails scraped unconsciously against his skin, your body pressing closer to his, if that was even possible.
He pulled away slowly, the soft sound of your lips separating meeting your ears. Your tongue ran over your lips, your eyes remaining closed. You weren’t ready to be done. You weren’t completely sure if it was the weed that had dulled your senses or your desire to actually kiss the man in front of you, but you just knew you needed to feel his lips against yours, his tongue massaging yours, his hands on you.
“More?” he asked shortly. Your response was quick and simple: pressing your lips to his again. You fell to the side, Tyler moving to straddle your hips, his mouth never leaving yours. He supported himself with one hand on the asphalt, the other hand pushing your shirt up slightly to rub the skin of your hip. Your hips pressed against his, feeling the bulge that was growing in his dark jeans.
His hand dipped down to your ass, giving it a squeeze through your shorts. Your lips parted, your moan getting lost in his throat. Tyler took his chance, his tongue slipping into your mouth and dominating your tongue without as much of a second thought. You didn’t argue though. This was beyond amazing.
“Tpose? Y/N?” You both heard, your lips breaking apart quickly and both of your clambering to your feet. Your straightened out your clothes, brushing the black speckles of the ground off your body as Dylan rounded the corner, watching sight of you hidden between the trailers. “There you are! You’re needed on set.”
Tyler nodded at his best friend. “Thank, bro. Appreciate you looking out for us.”
Dylan looked between Tyler and you, smirking at your flushed face. “And what were you guys doing exactly?” He asked, and you knew what he was hinting at. Dyl was the only person who knew about the slight crush you held over the Mexican boy next to you. He promised never to say anything, but he was obviously hinting at it now. That little shit.
“N-Nothing, Dyl. We were just talking. I was nervous for the scenes and you know I over think things,” you rambled, Tyler glancing at you. Dylan quirked an eyebrow, the smirk growing wider.
“Talking? Right. That’s why I smell the weed,” he said, the blush on your cheeks darkening. “I’m offended guys. I wasn’t even invited. I thought we were friends.” He feigned being hurt, his hand on his chest before turning on his heel. “Next time, wait till after work. Now let’s go. We have scenes to film.”
Tyler kissed your cheek as Dylan walked off, chuckling slightly. “Well, that was fun. But maybe he is right. We’ll save it for after work next time. Because this was a one-time thing, right? We promised.”
If only you both chose to stick to that promise.
For weeks, things seemed to escalate between you both. You were glad no one seemed to pick up on your activities, never questioning why you always seemed to disappear at the same times. It always began with the idea to sneak off to someone’s trailer to take a few hits of a joint. But it always led to something more. And over time, things got hotter between you both.
Simple kisses turned into frisky make outs on the couch.
Frisky make outs turned into hands traveling up and down parts of the body, Posey having a fascination with your tits. His hands always seemed to find their way to them, groping at them through your shirt or, if he felt adventurous enough to slide under said shirt, through your lacy bra.
The feeling every so often turned into something a bit… riskier you could say. One could say it was because of the large amounts of weed that was in your system the first time it started, but it never stopped from there. You never wanted to admit it to him, but you liked it.
Hell, you loved it.
You loved feeling his hands drifting over your body, your lips always together after you shared a few joints, letting the smoke in your lungs do its magic. Your fuzzy mind always seemed to process exactly what he did to you, the feeling of his hands on your body etched into your memory. You always wanted more from him, hating that you were falling for him with each passing day.
You weren’t even nervous about today. Quite the contrary actually. You were excited about the episode you were shooting. But, much like every day, you found time to slink away with Tyler, hiding out in his trailer to “relax” with him.
If relaxing meant smoking a joint or two and making out on his couch.
You were practically on his lap, your mouths moving hastily against one another. The sound of your lips smacking against his filled the small space, his tongue finding its way into your mouth every time he pulled away for a quick gasp of air and reconnecting your lips. Your leg was strung over his lap, his fingers running up and down your silky skin, feeling the goosebumps forming under them. Your arms were wrapped around his neck, hands twisted and tangled in his dark locks.
His hand found its way to your ass, sliding under the ends of the shorts you were wearing to squeeze it through your panties. Your moaned reverberated in this throat, Tyler groaning against your lips. You were pulled closer to him, your body virtually on top of his at this point. The kisses grew hotter, messily moving against each other, never once ceasing in their efforts to please the other participant.
Tyler pulled away abruptly, blinking down at you, his eyes slightly glazed over from the weed in his system. “Can we try something new?” He asked quietly.
“Of course, T,” you responded, unsure if he heard or not due to the low volume of your voice. He tugged at the hem of your shirt, looking between it and your face as if to ask if it were ok. You giggled, lifting your arms and allowing him to tug the black, off-the-shoulder top you wore that day off your body. He glanced down at your body, the fabric slipping from his fingers to the floor as he gaped at your chest.
“Fuck you’re hot,” he mumbled, a blush rising to your cheeks. You attempted to cover your chest, Tyler catching them before they could. “Nuh uh. You’re beautiful and I want to see every part of you. You know what that means?”
You shook your head, Tyler tugging your strapless bra down, letting your breasts pop out, nipples growing hard in the cool air. His fingers wrapped around one, gently fondling it in his hand. A small noise slipped through his lips, something along the lines of “so soft and perfect” you thought. You openly moaned at the warmth on your chest, Tyler taking it as a sign to continue what he was doing.
His fondling got harder and faster, his head dipping down to wrap his perfectly plump lips around the other, kissing at the hard peak. His tongue flicked at it while he kissed it, pulling away to lap openly at the bud, swirling his tongue in circles around it. Your pussy ached for the same attention, legs rubbing together unconsciously. Tyler was too focused on your breasts to notice, groaning happily as he nipped and sucked at your skin.
His fingers found your shorts, playing with the button on them. He glanced up once, seeing your eyes closed, enjoying the feeling on him on your chest. He grinned against your skin, popping the button on your shorts and slipping his hand into them. His finger rubbed slightly at your clit, a loud mewl hitting his ears. Taking that as a good sign, the pressure on your clit increased, tracing different shapes on the swollen nub.
He finally pulled from your tits, pushing you back onto the couch and tugging the shorts and panties off your legs. A small part of you said this was wrong. You weren’t dating him. You were just coworkers, friends, best friends. Not girlfriend and boyfriend, lovers, a couple of any sort. But the nagging part of you was very small.
Like, .0001% of your body. No bigger than the nail on your pinky toe.
You had dreamed of this more and more the more you snuck around with him, the more things did with each other. You yearned for him, hoping he felt some semblance of the same towards you. You wanted to feel him touch you, to please you. And you hoped that time was now.
He kissed down your stomach, lips wrapping around your clit. Your back arched, moaning loudly from his simple action. His tongue would run along the entirety of your folds a few times before flicking at your nub, your body squirming more and more whenever he did. Your hand found his hair, wrapping around the spikes he had styled today and tugging at them roughly.
“Fuck, T,” was all you could say, your voice overly raspy from the arousal in your system. You tried to get more words out, but all Tyler would understand was ‘Tyler’, ’fucking great’, and ’more’. He smiled against your slit, two fingers finding their way into your pussy. “Fuck!” he heard you say, volume louder than ever.
He had you right where he wanted you.
His fingers pumped fluidly into you, curling just the right amount to send waves of pleasure through your body. It was like he knew exactly where to hit, the tips of his fingers rubbing the most sensitive spots on your pussy walls and pressing into your g-spot every time he thrust back into you. His pushed in and out of you as godly speeds, your body wracked with countless waves of pleasure.
His fingers spread you open wide, his thrusts never once halting in their movements. Your nails scratched at his scalp, yanking at the silky dark locks on his head, moaning his name for his satisfaction. He loved hearing it roll off your tongue with ease, his cock growing harder every time his ears heard your countless sounds. He was determined to please you, his tongue speeding up against your clit, rubbing it in different directions with only one objective in mind.
Making you cum.
“Come on, princess,” he whispered against your clit, his breath hitting the enlarged nub, making your body quake with want. His seductive words met your eardrums, lodging their way into your mind, letting it echo endlessly throughout you. Your breathing picked up, suddenly able to feel every pore in your body seeping with desire. Your walls were clenching around his fingers, contracting with every pump he made. Your head fell back into his couch, back arching with the orgasm that unleashed itself without your consent, your body not arguing the feeling of release. Your juices coated his fingers, slickening them as he pumped the remainder of your orgasm through its cycle.
When he felt you relax, he removed the digits from inside you, licking them clean. “So sweet, just like you,” he muttered, sitting back on the couch. He went to reach for your shorts, not paying attention to you. You rolled off the couch carefully, trying to make little noisy with your shaky body. Your nestled between his legs, pushing them apart roughly. The shorts in his hand slipped from his grip, landing on the couch. His eyes drifted back to you, meeting your smile. “Um… hi?”
“I want to pay you back, T. Please?” You asked, tugging at the shorts he had thrown on for comfort. His mouth fell open, gaping like a fish out of water. Your hands gripped at the waistband, waiting for some indication that he was alright with this. Your mind started to doubt this was right, your hands shaking with hesitation.
“A-alright,” he finally got out, his voice huskier than before. “Just this once, right?” He asked, your head nodding in compliance with his words.
Fuck, you both should have known that was a lie in the end.
Tyler lifted his hips just enough so you could tug the shorts down, his boxers coming with them. His cock sprung free, slapping his clothed stomach upon release. You licked you lips, admiring the well-endowed man in front of you. It had been a while since you had been with anyone, but you knew already, just from the sight, that he was larger, wider, tastier and overall better than any man in your life.
Your fingers wrapped around the shaft, your thumb smearing the precum he had released around the tip. Your friend’s hazy eyes watched you closely, sinking further into the couch to enjoy whatever you had in store. “Damn, princess. You look good holding my cock,” he shot off, no filter shielding his words.
You fought back the blush, stroking him carefully in your hand. It was slow, taunting the Mexican boy easily. He grunted loudly, signaling his displeasure with the slow motion. “Well, would you prefer me holding it, or sucking it?”
He eyed you, laughing to himself. “You want to know what I prefer? I’d prefer it between your beautiful tits after you suck me so I can cum all down your sexy mounds you have,” he muttered.
“Damn, T. That’s deep,” you joked.
“I’m not that deep yet. I’m not inside you.” Damn, the filter was gone thanks to today’s smoke session. He had gone full-blown perverted talk. But you couldn’t deny that you liked it.
You grinned, leaning forward to wrap your lips around the head of his cock, tasting the salty sweet liquid he seeped out for you. Your tongue swirled around the red tip, Tyler’s groans and grunts steadily growing louder. He felt your lips curl, knowing you were smiling around him. You were enjoying this. You were pumping his shaft, beginning to bob your head in the same rhythm. Your tongue run along every inch of his length, feeling the vein on the underside of his cock pulsing rapidly. Your cheeks hollowed naturally, the feeling around him constricting comfortably. This was the best feeling he had in a while, and it sure as hell beats his hand jerking him off every night.
You pulled away with a small pop, licking along his length a couple times before moving forward, hugging your breasts around his length. You looked down at it, confusion written on your face. Your brow knit together, Tyler chuckling at the expression on your face, finding it adorable and arousing simultaneously.
“Never done a boob job, princess?” He asked. You shyly nodded, kissing the tip of his cock.
“Sorry, T. Maybe this was a bad idea,” you said, beginning to pull away. He shook his head, his hand darting out to stop you.
“Let me take care of it then. Just hold your pretty little self right then, squeeze tight around me, and let me do the work.” His feet planted firmed on the ground, pushing off the balls of his feet to thrust up into your chest. The feel was awkward, you had to admit, but it was strangely hot to feel him between your breasts, the twitching and pulsing of his cock pressing into your skin.
Your watched his face contort with pleasure, his eyes squeezing tightly shut as he thrust himself into your chest. His motions were fast and uneven, but he was focused on getting to his peak. He groaned loudly, reaching with one hand to grip at your hair.
“Suck me, baby,” he grunted out, pushing your face into his tip. You hummed, running your tongue over the slit, savoring his fluids on your taste buds. Your lips wrapped around him, letting him thrust into your chest and mouth. “That’s right, baby. Just like that. Just like that until I’m ready. Then I will paint your tits with my cum,” he mumbled seductively.
You hummed around him, nodding slightly. You had never heard him like this, but you liked hearing it. You let him continue what he was doing, his motions growing sloppy rather quickly. The combined feeling of your lips and tits were too much for him, his breath coming out in hard pants. A few beads of sweat dripped down his brow, his forehead scrunching together.
“Fuck, baby. I’m so close. Fuck, Y/N,” he mumbled to himself. You smiled, pulling away from his tip. Globs of hot, white cum spewed from his tip shortly after, caking your chest in is fluids. Tyler moaned loudly, your name befalling his tongue. He dragged on every syllable of your name, his head falling back to rest on the couch. His thrusts got slowly, completely halting when no more cum spilled out of him.
You pulled away from you, Tyler looking down at you. You were covered in him, and he loved the sight. He wished he could take a picture to remember it forever. You grinned, reaching over to grab a few tissues, cleaning his cock first before cleaning your chest of his release. You watched him twitch, his cock growing softer over time. Standing from your spot, you pulled your shorts back on, collapsing next to him to snuggle into his side. His arm wrapped around you, resting happily on your bare breast.
“That was amazing,” he said, snuggling into your hair. You smiled, leaning up to kiss his cheek. “Can you imagine actually having sex?”
You thought about it, opening your mouth to answer until you both heard a knock on the door. “Shit,” you mumbled, tugging your bra back up to cover your chest, slipping your shirt back on. Your costar almost fell off the couch in his attempt to stand, fixing his shorts and hair. He headed for the door, opening it after you gave him a thumbs up, telling him you were good.
Dylan was on the other side, raising an eyebrow. “Again guys? You’re lucky Jeff doesn’t know you are smoking weed all the time. He might physically kill you. I just came to tell you that you are needed on set, Scotty,” Dyl joked, Tyler looking at the time.
“Shit. We lost track of time is all. Thanks D-Balls.” He turned back to you, winking once. “I’ll see ya later, princess.” Tyler rushed off before you could respond, leaving the trailer with Dylan. He smirked at you, wrapping his arm around your shoulders.
“Are you ever going to tell him the truth?” he asked. You shook your head, Dylan frowning. “You guys would be cute together though. I just want my two best friends happy. And to not have them smoke weed without me.”
You cracked a smile, leaning up to kiss him on the cheek. “You know the best weed times are with you, Dyl.” But these are special times we can’t share with you. “I promise. No more.”
Blatant lie that was.
Not even a week later, you were stumbling into your trailer, lips attached to Tyler’s, a heated kiss being shared between you guys. This was pure passion at this point. You had one kissing scene and you couldn’t wait for more. You hadn’t even had time to sneak away to smoke anything, yet here you were, kicking your trailer door shut, your heels falling off by the door. Tyler was kicking off his Nikes as he stumbled backwards, falling onto the couch with you on his lap.
“Is this really happening?” he asked, your lips still nearly atop his. “Because I’m not complaining. I always thought the last few times we kissed or even when I fucked your tits, it was because we were smoking. I figured I was bat shit crazy for it. So, is this really happening?”
“Oh, for fucks sake, T. Yes, it’s happening. I have a fucking crush on you and I those kissing scenes made me a little hot and bothered. All I can see is us hiding out in your trailer making out, you fingering me, me sucking you. God, I’ve been waiting for this,” you rambled, leaning in to kiss him again.
He pulled away.
“Wait wait wait. You have a crush on me?” He asked dumbly.
“That’s what you got from that? Tyler Garcia Posey, are you serious right now?”
“What? I’m making sure I’m getting my facts straight first,” he said, his hands meeting your waist. “I just wanted to make sure my feelings were mutual before I stick my cock inside you and make you scream wildly.”
“Mutual?” You asked, finding it was your turn to ask a dumb question. “You like me?”
“That’s what you got from that?” He joked back, tugging your tank top over your head before you could register what he was doing. “Now, are we fucking or not?”
“Oh, we definitely are,” you told him, latching your lips to his. Your tongues fought visibly between your mouths, Tyler place hot kisses to your lips. He tugged you close, his cock pressing into his jeans already. Your kisses were fast and sloppy, but every connection, there was a spark you felt in your being. His lips meshed with yours perfectly, occasionally wrapping around yours to control the kiss the way he wanted.
His fingers fiddled with your bra, struggling to unhook it without disconnecting from your kiss. His groan was eventually drowned by your throat, pulled away so he could unhook the red lacy bra you wore. The straps slid off your arm, Tyler yanking the intrusive material from your chest and throwing it across the room without looking.
He dropped you onto the couch, standing up to remove his shirt and jeans. He nestled himself between your legs, leaning down to kiss you. Except, it was to kiss your breasts, not your lips. His lips wrapped around your hard peak, kissing it roughly, tugging at the bud with his teeth. You moaned his name rather loudly, squirming underneath him. His wet appendage lapped at the bud, flicking it in different directions. His hand cupped the other breast, pinching the nipple, massaging the mound between his fingers.
He swapped breasts, kissing at the other one, leaving red marks all along your chest. His fingers went to your shorts, popping the button on them with ease, especially compared to your bra. He pushed them down your hip, your ass wiggling to help get them off your legs. Your panties went with them, leaving you completely bare under him.
“T, I don’t want to waste time. No foreplay,” you told him, seeing him glance up at you. “Just the good stuff.”
“Good stuff?” He asked, a hint of sass in his tone. “You mean cock in pussy?”
“I mean me screaming your name. Duh,” you stated, Tyler laughing at your response.
“One in the same, princess,” he stated calmly, kicking his boxers off and letting his cock spring free, already fully erect in front of you. “Because you won’t be able to resist screaming for me once this one is inside you.”
“Well, what are you waiting you?” You asked, putting on your sexiest voice. Your opened your legs as wide as you could, Tyler’s eyes widening at the sight. “I’m ready for you, T.”
“Um, c-condom?” he asked.
“Pill. Don’t make me say it again. Dick. In. Pussy. Now.”
The man above you didn’t hesitate a second time. He jostled forward, pushing your legs back, spreading them further apart. The tip pressed to your folds, his hips jerking forward, allowing himself to slide inside your already wet pussy until he was fully sheathed. Your moans filled the trailer in harmony.
Tyler’s fingers dig into your legs, giving you the shortest moment to adjust before pulling back, nearly coming free before sliding back inside, your moan dragged out the entire time. He started slow, obviously teasing you, but he couldn’t keep that up for long. He was too impatient, and you knew that.
It wasn’t long before he was speeding up, pistoning himself inside of you. The sound of your sweaty, slapping skin filled the hot air around you, your moans joining the noise occasionally. The tip of his cock tapped your cervix, pressing against your sweet spot with ease. The friction, regardless of how wet you were, against your walls sent your sense overboard, your walls closing around him spontaneously. Tyler groaned whenever you did, his cock twitching inside you in response.
He dropped your legs, dark bruises already forming from where he was holding you. He leaned forward, kissing at your lips a couple times before burying his face in your neck. His thrusts sped up, if that was even possible. He was already pounding you like a beast. He just added in the speed of a god. The way his hips rolled against yours sent shivers up your spine, his pelvis rubbing your clit perfectly every time he thrust forward. Your moans went straight into his ear, the man above you grinning at the sound.
His lips met your neck, nipping and sucking at the soft spot at the juncture between your neck and shoulder. You were bound to have countless hickeys there come tomorrow considering his reckless attack. Make up was bound to give you a hard time, that’s for sure.
Your hands wrapped loosely around him, fingers tangling into his locks. You scraped at his scalp, tugging at his hair with reckless abandon. You didn’t care if it hurt or if he liked it. You needed something to grab at, to exert some kind of release on without your own release exploding through your body like fire.
Tyler pulled from your neck, moving your legs to wrap tightly around his waist. His thrusts were growing sloppier, his panting becoming ragged. Your eyes locked with his, staring into his dark brown eyes. No words needed, just tugging him down to meet your lips, sharing an intimate kiss. He grunted against your lips, tilting his head to the side to kiss you happily. His motions grew weaker, breaking the kiss to gasp as his cock sputtered, spilling every bit of his load inside you. The feeling of his hot juices inside you spurred your own release, your juices mixing with his. Your walls clenched around him, feeling his length twitching inside you as he spilled the last bit of his seed into you. His thrusts slowed, gently riding out your highs together.
Your bodies relaxed, Tyler pulling out slowly and collapsing on the couch behind you. You laid on your sides, his arm wrapping around your waist and hugging you close. His nose buried into your hair, grinning into it. “That was beyond amazing,” he mumbled.
“Yes, it was,” you replied, turning to face him better. “This isn’t the only time though, right? I don’t like the one-time things.”
“We never followed through with it anyway,” he chuckled, peppering your cheek with kisses. You giggled, letting your fingers lace with his.
The door was kicked over, Dylan waltzing in. His eyes locked on your naked formed, instantly covering his eyes and turning around. “I saw nothing, I swear.”
Tyler tugged the blanket you kept on the back of the couch over your bodies, shaking his head. You hugged the cloth close, hiding your face it in. “You know, you can always knock, D-Balls,” Tyler told him.
“Well, you guys can go home to fuck like a normal couple,” he said back, turning to you both. You shared a glance with Tyler, shrugging your shoulders. Dylan shook his head, running a hand through his hair. “You guys still haven’t gotten together. Seriously?”
“You see, we admitted feelings? But never took the time to say we were a couple?” Tyler said, his statements coming out more as questions. Dylan gave him a blank stare, crossing his arms over his chest.
“Really? You guys have been sneaking around to smoke weed, without me might I add still, and getting all lovey dovey for weeks, but you can’t start dating like normal people?”
You poked your head out from the blanket, staring at your other best friend. “You knew we were sneaking around?”
“I’m not stupid. I’m the only one that realized what was going on. I just wanted say anything because I wanted my friends happy and together finally. I’m tired of hearing you complain about the other,” Dyl stated, leaning on the wall. “Plus, Posey is a shitty drunk and mentioned you tit fucking him.”
Your mouth fell open, slapping Tyler on the chest. “Seriously?!”
Tyler stared down at you, blushing madly. “I-I don’t even remember telling him that.”
“Shitty drunk, Tpose. You have no idea,” Dylan said, turning to leave. “I was going to ask if you guys wanted to go to the bar, but you’re busy. Maybe another time. And fucking date already. If not for your sake, for mine. Then I know you guys are sneaking around to fuck because you guys are cute together. And save the weed for our apartment!”
Dylan left, shutting the door before he got a response. Tyler rubbed his face with his hands, sighing. “I’m so sorry. I don’t even remember telling him. And I was going to ask-“
“Yes, I will be your girlfriend,” you cut him off, twisting around to kiss him.
“Well, that’s nice,” he mumbled when you pulled away, his lips skimming against yours. “I was going to ask if you wanted to get dinner though. I’m starved and I haven’t even smoked today.” You gave him a dull look, Tyler laughing. “Fine, fine! I love you, don’t hate me. You are the best girlfriend ever.”
You rolled off the couch, Tyler watching your cute, round ass shuffling around to gather all your clothes.
“Damn straight, bitch. I’m the best there is,” you told him, giving him a wink. “Now get changed. You owe me dinner.”
Yup, never regretted this for a second. If you had to choose to do it again, you would sneak around with him again in a heartbeat. Maybe next time though, Dylan O’Brien wouldn’t try to cockblock you.
A;N: So, I want to give a ginormous shout out to my girl Mal aka @mf-despair-queen she gave me the idea for this fic and I kinda maybe got carried away. Also big ol thank you to @redstringlovers for being super supportive and constructive. I love you all and I hope you enjoy xox
Pairing: AU.
Author: thelittlestkitsune
Warnings: Smut. 18+ Explicit Content.
Word count: 15,246 words.
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“Thanks for flying all the way out here for my birthday Ads” You spoke into your low mein, your chopsticks pressing against your lips as your best friend laughed at the other end of your sofa. “You know I'd do anything for you! Especially take time off work.” You gave her a pointed look, your eyes rolling. “Did you actually take time off or did you just leave?” She shrugged her shoulders, her smile widening as she looked away. “Tomato, tomato. I hated that job anyway.” She laughed as you shook your head. “One-day Addie, you’re actually going to have a job that you stay in for more than 3 months.” You spoke, your mouth full of food. “Yeah and one day, you’re going to actually leave your house for any other reason other than work.” She joked as you sighed, stretching your legs out from underneath you as you turned towards her. “I mean I would, but Peter has me working all these weird hours. The middle of the night is not usual business hours unless you’re a hooker or a drug dealer.” You laughed, looking at Addie as she piled noodles onto her chopsticks messily. “Maybe he’s both? To me he sounds like a power-hungry psychopath.” You nodded your head. “Yeah, well he pays well enough, even if I have to sacrifice my actual birthday.” You shrugged your shoulders. “But didn’t you say his nephew bargained that you could get this weekend off at least?” You shot her a look, placing your takeout on the coffee table. “It’s not the weekend, it’s a Wednesday night and if I'm being honest, all I want to do is sleep. Even Derek couldn’t get through to him that I wanted a Friday off” You sighed, resting your head back against the couch.
“Yeah well, I didn’t travel all the way from Columbus so you could sleep.” Addie laughed, shoving her food down as she grabbed your wrist. “Come with me.” You went slack as she pulled you, your body dead weight as she hoisted you from the couch. “You’re coming out with me tonight, and we’re going to get really drunk and make really bad decisions.” She commanded as you stood reluctantly, dragging your feet as she pulled you through to your room. “Don’t you always make bad decisions? Why do I have to be witness to this?” You scoffed as she glared at you. “Rude, but it’s your birthday?! We should be celebrating!” She whined as you gave her a pitying look. “Actually, my birthday was on Sunday, today is just another day. And can’t we celebrate by watching crappy reality TV in our pyjamas?” You pleaded with her, pulling puppy dog eyes as her blue eyes connected with yours. “No, we’re going to get you looking like a human being and get you laid. What kind of clubs do you have round here?” You shrugged, not knowing much about the town you had just moved to. “I heard there’s a pretty good gay club?” You sat on your bed, pulling your legs up against your chest. “You’re not gonna find a man there Lu.” You gave her a pointed look, your brow arched above your eyes. “I’ll find plenty of men, I just won’t be their type.” She nodded, her lips curled up in a smile. “You’ve got a good point. How about I look for a place to go whilst you shower? You smell like something that died in my fridge.”
Your mouth hung open as she pushed you towards the bathroom. “Oh, fuck you! Plus, I can’t go, I’m bloated from all that Chinese food.” You cradled your stomach, pulling your t-shirt from your skin. “Well that’s what spanx are for.” Addie retorted as you racked your brain for another excuse. “I haven’t shaved my legs and I don’t have any razors left!” You exclaimed as Addie pointed a finger to the unopened box of razors on your sink. “Fine, you asked for it! I can’t go cause i’m on my period!” You huffed, crossing your arms across your chest. “Don’t lie to me Lu, I know fine well you’re not on your period, we’re synced remember? Have been for the past 10 years?!” Addie gave you a pointed look, her finger wagging at you. “I thought you knew better than to try and get out of this. Nothing you say is going to make you stop me dragging you out!” You pulled a face, sticking your tongue out at your best friend. “What if I was pregnant?! You wouldn’t drag me out then?” You raised your eyebrows at her, shaking your head slightly. “Yeah, I wouldn’t drag you out, but you’d actually have to you know, have had sex in the past 2 years?!” She joked as you sighed. “I guess you just don’t care about my unborn child! I’ll go out with you, but you can go fuck yourself if you think I'm wearing heels.” Addie smiled at you as you scowled, closing the bathroom door in her face.
You surveyed yourself in the mirror, noting the bags under your eyes. You sighed, pulling out the hair tie from your hair as you started the shower. “Do I have to wash my hair?” You whined, knowing that Addie could hear you. “YES! Using dry shampoo for the 3rd day in a row is not a cute look. I’m picking an outfit for you!” She shouted as you heard the doors to your closet open. “Nothing tight?! And No heels!” You shouted, panic on your face as you heard her slamming about. “Yeah okay mom, let’s just put you in the convent now!” She yelled, disappearing out of earshot as you neared the shower. You peeled your sweats from your body, shivering slightly as the cool air touched your skin. I just need to get clean, then maybe I’ll want to go out more. You stepped under the water, the blisteringly hot water trailing over your tired body as you sloughed off the weeks work. You closed your eyes as you leant against the cool tiles, water running into your eyes as you sighed. Maybe going out won’t be such a bad idea. Peter had pretty much run you into the ground, working strange hours most of them after midnight. You’d been living on coffee’s brewed with red bull for the longest time and it was starting to take it’s toll on you. You pulled away from the wall as you heard Addie pound on the door to the bathroom. “Hurry up asshole, we’re gonna miss entry if you don’t get your shit together.” You flipped her off, quickly shaving your legs as you let your hair condition.
What felt like an eternity passed as you finally stepped out the spray of the water, wrapping a towel around your body as you padded out the bathroom. Steam billowed out behind you, your hair dripping around your shoulders as you saw Addie reach into her suitcase. She produced a towel, walking into the bathroom as you exited. “You better be somewhat ready by the time I get out?” She cocked an eyebrow at you as she closed the door, the water running as you stripped off your towel. You dried your skin, pulling on clean sweats as you sat on your bed. You lost track of time as you sat there, your hair still soaking as it seeped into your sweater. You heard the click of the door, steam slinking into the room as Addie emerged, her face flushed bright red. “How do you even stand in that shower for more than two minutes?” She panted gripping her towel to her chest. “It’s like molten lava, I think I just lost like 10 pounds in sweat.” She gasped, a chuckle leaving her lips. Her expression changed as she looked over you, noting your hair and the sweats. “You’re not even remotely ready.” She scowled, her head shifting to one side as she pointed at your vanity. “Get ready, we’re leaving soon.” She demanded as you pushed yourself from the bed. “Fine, sorry I lost track of time, I’m so tired.” You whined as she disappeared out the room.
She returned moments later, a bottle of wine in her hand as she sat it on the vanity next to you. “Here, have a drink!” You looked at her, your brows quirked as you noted the lack of a glass. “Addie, you seem to have forgotten something?” You asked her as she nodded slowly. “I had a feeling you were going to say something like that. So I got you this.” She produced a swirly straw from behind her back, a grin on her still red face. “You’re the worst, you know that?” You laughed as she placed the straw into the neck of the bottle. “Yeah but you still love me. Now, get ready!” She scolded again as you grabbed the straw, downing some of the wine. Your eyes scrunched together as she grabbed your TV remote, setting up your old playlists from college as she collected her clothes. Music blared through your apartment as you dried your hair, your wine slowly dwindling in the bottle. You transformed in front of your mirror, your tired skin looking more alive as you swept makeup on, your hair still piled on top of your head. “How long you going to be?” Addie asked from the bed, makeup sprawled around her as she applied mascara. “Well judging by the wine I have left, maybe like half an hour?” You responded, your spirits lifted as the lyrics to your favourite song came on. “Make it 15?” Addie shrugged as you nodded. “Sure, but I gotta tank this then.”
15 minutes later you were peeling yourself out your sweats for the second time that day. “So, what fresh hell have you selected for me today!” You gave Addie a knowing look as she walked to your closet. “I don’t think I've ever seen you in this? So, this is what you’re wearing, plus you have the cutest pair of flats to go with it?” She produced a dark green velvet wrap dress with ballet flats. “Well I'm kinda glad you chose that, it’s new and I've been looking for an opportunity to wear it.” She chucked the dress to you as you caught it clumsily. “Where did you get it? I’ve been looking for something similar for months.” Addie asked as she pulled on her tights, her body twisting to get into them. “Argent’s, it’s this cute little boutique downtown. Allison and her best friend Lydia own it, they opened a few months back. Everything is super cute. We should go there tomorrow?” You responded, slipping the dress over your head, being careful as not to smudge your makeup. “Yeah if we’re not dying of a hangover. If I go anywhere tomorrow it’ll be McDonald's.” Addie laughed as she pulled the straps of her play suit up. “True, can you chuck me the flats?” You pointed to the shoes on the floor raising your arms as Addie pelted them across the room. “I know you hate flats but can you like not take my eye out?!” You squealed as you lunged to catch the other shoe. “You’re not gonna like how it looks, you know you should be wearing heels.” Addie schooled as you shot her a glance. “You’re not wrong, I look like I’m 15?!” You joked, slipping the flats onto your feet. “Heels it is.”
You were already regretting your decision as you arrived at the club, Addie linked on your arm for stability. “Where are you taking me? This place doesn’t look legit.” You glanced over the warehouse, a single blaring neon light above the door. “It is legit! I swear! Would I take you to some place that wasn’t?” You gave her a knowing look, her face flushing red. “Don’t even bring up senior year of college. I thought that it was a club!” She defended herself as you suppressed a laugh. You cast your mind back to the night you were put in the back of a cop car, glaring at your best friend as she grinned at you. Addie pulled you back to the present, her grin the same as it was that night. “How was I supposed to know it wasn’t a club? It didn’t really advertise itself as an underground casino!” You shrugged, laughing at the memory. “You know it’s going to be on our permanent records forever.” You reminded her, watching as she shrugged. “It’s one hell of a story though.” You nodded in agreement, walking forwards to join the line of girls trying to get into the club. “Lot’s of girls are out tonight, is that a usual thing?” You wondered out loud as Addie shrugged. “Probably? I don’t know? I don’t live here.” She stood, wobbling on her heels as she leant against the wall. “I haven’t lived here that long either. Maybe we should ask the bouncer?” You asked, popping your head around the long line of people. “Sure, I’m coming with though, all of this estrogen is making my boobs hurt.” Addie chuckled as you grabbed her hand, wandering over to where the bouncer was. “Excuse me? Is it normal for this many people to be out on a weeknight?”
The bouncer turned to you, his eyes dancing appreciatively over your curves, his lips curling into a smile. “You’re not from here are you?” He asked, his eyes finally snapping up to meet yours. “No sir, just moved here from Columbus, Ohio.” He laughed, the board in his hands seemingly minuscule compared to his giant frame. “My moms from there. Names Boyd.” He reached out a hand to shake yours, his skin warm against yours. “Interesting name Boyd, I’m Lucy and this is Addison.” You pointed to Addie as she smiled, her eyes glancing over the other girls in the line. “Nice to meet you ladies. Seeing as though you’re new to town why don’t you go on in. I won’t tell anyone I swear.” He smiled, his hand releasing yours. “Thank you Boyd, come in when your shift is over and i’ll get you a drink?” He nodded, waving you into the club. “Addie, take note, that’s how you’re nice to people. I know it’s a hard concept for you to master but if you actually try maybe it’ll get you somewhere.” You laughed as you entered through a series of black doorways, the smell of perfume and tequila heavy in the air. “You might wanna save some of those nice things to say once you see where we are.” You heard Addie say as you entered through a jewelled doorway, the music pounding through the buzzing room.
You cast your eyes over the room, a bar off to your left, illuminated with strip lights featuring topless waiters. You furrowed your brow in confusion, noting the tables that lined a catwalk, a large neon sign above a podium saying ‘Do not touch’. You sighed as you turned to Addie, a sheepish look on her face as she pushed you forwards. “You brought me to a strip club?!” You near shouted, your words barely audible over the bass of the music. “Incorrect. I brought you to Ladies Night-” She said indignantly. “- It just so happens to be at a strip club!” She finished, flashing you an innocent smile. You rolled your eyes as she pulled you to an empty table near the stage. “I can’t believe you. You’re actually insane.” You laughed as you sat down in a chair, looking over the card in the middle of the table. “But are you angry?” She asked, pulling her jacket off as she fixed her hair. “A little bit. If I had known we were coming I would’ve brought more cash.” You chuckled, watching as Addie visibly relaxed. “I still hate you for this though.” You added, her back straightening a little bit. “I thought you needed to know the kind of talent here in Beacon Hills. Sue me.” You gave her a knowing look, figuring there was more to it than that. “Okay, you got me. They have half price drinks all night and no entry fee. Your girls on a budget now she hasn’t got a job!” She threw her hands up in defeat as you pulled your jacket off.
“Well my girl, you’re getting the first round. I am not nearly buzzed enough and you’re the one who dragged me out kicking and screaming.” She nodded quickly, standing as she looked over at the bar. “I don’t mind going to the bar, I mean have you seen that bartender?” She pointed lewdly at a lanky brunette, his hair glowing almost golden in the dimming light. “He looks like just your type. You know what I mean. Looks corruptible but is probably filthier than you are!” You laughed as she nodded. “Well, I guess I'm getting all the drinks tonight then.” She winked badly, smoothing out her playsuit as she sauntered over to the bar. You watched her wait there before her bartender of choice glanced at her, quickly making his way over to her. Can’t take her anywhere I swear. You smiled to yourself as you glanced around the room again. “Excuse me?” You heard a male voice say from behind you. A stocky guy with spiked blonde hair stood there, a tray in his hands. “Yes?” You asked, your eyes trailing over his abs. “I’m Theo, I’ll be taking care of you tonight, if there is anything you need at all, then just give me a shout.” He smiled, his white teeth bared in an almost predatory way. You can take care of me anyway you want.
“Okay, sure.” You nodded meekly, your lip caught in your teeth as you watched him lean over you placing two drinks on the table. “As it’s your first time in our care, the first round is on the house.” He smirked, staying haunched over you as you felt a blush creep through your skin as he straightened off. “Theo was it?” You asked, your eyes wide as you caught his blue ones. “Yes, but you can call me whatever you like.” He winked as you felt something twinge inside of you. You swallowed thickly, your fingers itching to rake through the scruff on his chin. “But what do I call you?” He asked, his eyes trailing over your neck as you felt shivers run down your spine. “Lucy” You spoke with a dry mouth, reaching for the drink he provided you. “Well Miss Lucy, sit back and enjoy the show.” He winked again as he walked off, his back muscles tensed as he gripped the silver tray.
Addie swerved through the swarm of people, drinks gripped in each hand as she sat in her seat. She didn’t even take notice of the drinks already on the table as she sipped her cocktail, her brows raised. “You look happier.” She smiled, setting her drink down. “I had an unexpected surprise. You look,-” You surveyed her face, her bright eyes sparkling in the low lighting. “- like the cat that got the cream. Go on, what’s his name?” You asked, settling back in your seat as you watched Theo walk behind a curtain. “Isaac.” she grinned, biting down on her straw. “Biblical.” You added, gripping your glass as you looked around, noting Theo had not yet made a reappearance. “I want to be with him in a way that would be announced as unholy.” She glanced over at him, your eyes following hers watching as Isaac smiled from behind the bar. You turned to her, quirking your brow as you sipped your drink. “You’re unbelievable.” You joked as the music lowered, the bass now shaking the walls. “Guess it’s show time.” You cast your eyes to the stage, confused as the curtains were still drawn. You heard the music start, but there was no sign of anyone. Slowly they pulled back, showing Theo with his back to the audience. He swung his hips to the beat, completely oblivious to the onlooking crowd.
THIS ONE.
Cheers erupted from the women next to you, choruses of jeers and whoops filling the air as Theo turned around. “I didn’t know I had an audience. Want me to carry on?” You felt yourself screaming a yes, your face flushed as you looked over his body. The single bowtie on his neck came loose as he shrugged off the waistcoat he was wearing when he served you. His eyes locked with yours as he walked down the stage, his fingers at his belt. “I see we have some newbies in the crowd tonight. How about I show them some hospitality?” He smiled a toothy grin as you swallowed, your fingers white knuckling around your glass. Screams surrounded you as girls clambered out of their seats, hands reaching for Theo and his body. All you heard was the music as he reached your table, standing on the seat nearest to you, the spotlight following his every move. You squinted as you looked up, your face level with his abs as he grabbed a drink from your table. “I don’t think you’ll mind if I take this sweetheart?” You shook your head, your mouth dry as you licked over your lips. He winked as he downed the liquid, his body rippling to the beat of the bassy song. “So how’s about it girls? How about I take these off?” You heard Addie screaming in your ear as she reached for your hand, her fingers gripping your own.
Theo looked out at the crowd, his eyes scanning the crowd before he lowered his gaze, sliding the belt out from his belt loops, his hands graciously running over his already impressive bulge. Girls around you screamed as he rolled his hips, fingers grasping at the material of his trousers. The air was so thick you swear you could cut it with a knife when his fingers pulled the tearaway pants from his skin, revealing the tight black briefs he wore underneath. Your ears rushed with blood as you bit your lip, watching as he jumped down from the seat beside you, pulling your seat out from the table. He reached a hand to you, his hands gripping your wrist as he hoisted you to his body, his cock hard against your core as he ground against you, his muscles flexed as he walked forwards. He paused for a moment, setting you down on the stage as he turned around, running his fingers through his hair, pulling another girl from a different table. He hitched her over his shoulder, stepping onto the stage next to where you lay. His arm gripped around your hips as he pulled you over his other shoulder, not even breaking a sweat as he carried you to the back of the stage. He set you and the other girl down, sliding onto his knees as he made his way down the stage once more. Mounds of money lay at his knees as he thrust into the air, the music trailing off as he panted.
You panted along with him, your heart hammering in your chest as he wandered over to you again. “Come with me Ladies, I think I owe you both another drink.” You nodded as he took your hand, his almost covering your entire fist. The other girl sat there in awe before she took his hand, him leading you both off the stage. “He’s an Omega right?!” You heard a male call, his voice booming even without a mic. “Welcome to the wolf pack ladies. My name’s Scott and I’ll be your host for tonight. Your alpha if you will!” You turned slightly as Theo led you to the bar, his arms flexing as he signalled for Addie’s favourite bartender Isaac. “Two kanima’s for the ladies.” He winked as Isaac smiled, your eyes falling back on the tanned muscular guy on the stage. His abs literally shone under the lights of the stage, his skin stretched thin over the muscles on his arms. You squinted, barely making out the marks that littered his body, his black leather pants clinging to every inch of his legs. “What’s a kanima?” You asked Theo, your eyes falling on the clear liquid. “Known for it’s venom. It’s lemon and lime infused vodka with crushed ice. It has a special kick to it, but that’s a trade secret.” Theo winked as his hands coasted over your back. “Enjoy ladies, now if you’ll excuse me. I have to go prepare for another set.” He almost purred as he disappeared. Addie was almost vibrating in her seat when you returned, her face lit up as she near screamed.
“Jesus fucking wept.” She joked as you told her about the free drinks on the table. “So when can I move in, cause if this happens every Wednesday night i’m going to need to be about for it.” She joked as two guys came on the stage, the dark stranger from before long gone. His voice still boomed out as he welcomed the Alpha Twins. They pulled a large frame with them, both of their movements in perfect synchronicity as the music started up once again. THIS ONE. They moved faster than your eyes could track, their movements precise as the bass dropped, their bodies moving into the crowd as they dance atop tables, fingers running over shirts as they ripped them leaving the material in tatters around the club. Bills flew through the air as they bucked their hips against girls, bright red faces and grabbing hands as they tutted, pointing towards the sign above the stage. They both paused, taking a second before flipping off their respective tables, your head pounding as the din in the room became a roar, girls clambering to get nearer to the twins. They took to the stage, returning to the frame, working choreography as they teased over the crowd, hips circling as they lowered the band of the boxers that clung to them. Suddenly the music cut out, their faces turning to the crowd as they shrugged, pulling the frame as the lights cut out as well.
THIS ONE.
Addie gasped aloud as all you heard was gunfire, strobe lights illuminating the stage as something was chucked, landing with a clang as smoke filled the room. “Ladies, I have to ask you to remain seated and do not panic.” You heard Scott boom, his voice steady as you saw laser sights hit girls in the crowd. They froze in fear, the beginnings of a track playing as someone moved in the shadows. Lyrics blasted as the lights came up, a guy with his back to the crowd, a gun in his hand. He swayed slowly, ducking into a roll as he came up in the spotlight, his face covered with a helmet, a riot shield in his hands. FBI blazoned on his chest as he chucked the gun to the side, the shield tossed down the catwalk. His hips bucked as he reached for his helmet, long fingers gripping onto the base before pulling it over his head. The crowd went silent as he shook out his hair, brown locks of hair falling over his forehead as he lunged forward, jumping to his feet as he pulled at the tactical vest that strapped over his shoulders. He paused, reaching for his gun as you watched shadows move through the crowd, screams erupting from girls as the guy on stage aimed for them, the shadows falling to the ground as the song continued.
You watched with rapt attention, your eyes glued to the mystery guys hips, the cargo pants he wore slung low on his hips as you caught glimpse of where his happy trail ended. You reached into your bag, clutching a wad of ones as he passed your table, his hands grazing your skin as he thrust towards you, his fingers running through your hair as he shoved his crotch in your face, Addie’s screams overpowering the music. Your eyes tracked up to meet his as he moved backwards, his utility belt stuffed with bills as he pulled his pants off, revealing a toned set of legs, his body almost completely covered in moles. He jumped back onto the stage, his gun in his hands as he shrugged off his last piece of clothing, his ass tensed as he shot at an unknown figure in the crowd. He dropped to the floor, army crawling before halting, his gun gripped in his finger as machine gun firing sounded, the strobe lights behind him flickering as every girl in the audience roared, their chest emblazoned with red sights. The music cut out as did the lights, the mystery dancer from before disappeared, the smoke finally clearing from the room. “He’s classified, but damn he likes to show off am I right ladies?” You whooped as Scott walked back onto the stage. “How is everyone enjoying tonight?” He shouted, as you heard yourself hollering back at him. “Well how about another show?!” He hyped the crowd as you slammed your fists on the table, sipping on your drink.
“Well let’s turn up the heat. It’s getting hot in here isn’t it Parrish?” He questioned as you watched a tall guy walk out, a hose dangling between his legs. THIS ONE. The opening bars to Hot in here by Nelly shook the club as you looked at Addie, her eyes wide as she licked over her lips. “I’m gonna go outside for a second. It’s almost too hot in here!” You joked as you pointed to the guy known as Parrish, your eyes lingering on his firemans get up. “Enjoy.” She said as she waved you off, her eyes never leaving the sight of the gyrating fireman. You stood, a little unsure on your feet as the cocktail hit your system, a tingling in your skin. You made your way back to the entrance of the club, flashing your wristband to Boyd as you stood in the parking lot, your skin cooling off almost instantly. Sweat clung to your chest as you reached into your bag, grasping your pack of cigarettes. “Do you have a light?” You heard a guy say as he sidled up to you, his face dark in the dim parking lot. “Yeah, just give me a moment.” You nodded as you dug in your clutch bag once more, producing a lighter. He reached for it, his long fingers latching over yours briefly as he lit his cigarette. “You enjoying the show?” He asked, his voice deep as he moved into the light, his lips pursed around the filter. “Yeah, I didn’t know what I was getting myself into when I arrived here tonight. It was my best friends idea to come-” You felt yourself babbling, the alcohol hitting you more now you were in the fresh air.
“Do you wish you didn’t?” He breathed, smoke spilling from his mouth as he exhaled, his eyes trailing over your chest. “I don’t know yet, lemme see the whole show and I’ll let you know.” He wandered next to you, his face illuminated by the neon lights. Your eyes latched with his as you realised who you were talking to. “You’re the FBI guy?” You asked, your lips pursing around your smoke as you took a drag. “Names Stiles.” He smiled, his lips curled up in a lopsided smirk. “You are?” He nodded towards you. “Lucy.” He nodded, fingers grasping at the roll up in his mouth. “Guess I’ll catch you after the show Lucy.” Your name rolled off his tongue as you felt something twinge inside you for the millionth time tonight. “Catch you around Stiles.” You waved him off as he headed back inside, Boyd waving him in as he turned to you. “Enjoy your night Miss Lucy and don’t miss the full moon salute. It’s a real show stopper.” He winked as you discarded your smoke, your skin hotter than it was when you came outside. “Thanks Boyd.” You smiled as you headed back inside, the roar of the audience filling your eardrums even as you were a few doors away from the main room.
You took a deep breath as you walked through those doors again, the sight before you bringing a smile to your face. Addie was on the stage, bound to a chair with a hose as the guy known as Parrish ground his hips against her, his appropriately named hose hitting against his stomach with every thrust. The song dwindled to an end as Addie laughed, freeing herself from the hose restraints. “Well that was a scorcher huh!” You heard Scott laugh, waltzing on stage. He smiled into the crowd, the light hitting his eyes in a way that made you swear they flashed red. “We still doing good ladies?” The crowd screeched as you downed your drink, realising the glasses on your table were empty. “Addie, how about I get this round?” You nodded towards the bar, signalling her bartender friend was no where to be seen. “Sounds good!” She smiled as she handed you a wad of cash, probably more than the drinks would cost. You sidled through throngs of giggling girls, bachelorettes and sweet 21’s as you approached the bar. You waved to the bartender as he ID’d a pretty young brunette, his eyes lingering on her skin for a fraction too long. “Can I have two Banshee’s?” You asked him, looking for some sort of a name tag. “Sure thing, do you want them flaming or ice cold?” He asked, his blue eyes connecting with yours. “Ice cold.” He chuckled, his lips curling into a smile. “Sounds like the girl they’re named after. I would know.” He laughed, digging into the ice bucket.
“Well it’s too hot in here and I think I just need something refreshing” You joked, your hair flipping over your shoulder as you flirted. “I get ya, you’re new here aren’t you?” He asked, his eyes flickering up your body almost predatorily. “Yep, not long moved here. You?” You asked, watching as he expertly poured gin into a tall glass. “Originally who knows? I lived here for a long time. Then I moved to London, just needed a change of pace.” He explained. “An American werewolf in London huh!” You joked, his eyes widening as you read the menu, giggling at the cocktail names. “Yeah something like that. Jackson by the way.” He smiled, handing over the drinks as you handed him the cash. “Nice to meet you.” You smiled, weaving your way back through the crowd as Scott continued to host the show, bringing some of the dancers onto the stage for hot seats. “Addie, why aren’t you up there?” She shook her head. “Maybe I don’t want to.” She shrugged, her brows high above her eyes, the same look she always gave you when she was lying. “You’re out of cash aren’t you?” You prodded, giving her a knowing look as she nodded. “There’s an ATM just near the door, it’s no charge to get cash out. I know you, you spent it all on the fireman didn’t you?” She nodded sheepishly, standing to go to the cash machine. “I’m a sucker for a man in a uniform.” She shrugged again, tapping you on the shoulder as she headed for the door, leaving you at the table.
Theo and Scott were wrestling on the stage, their bodies intertwined as Scott pinned him down, a roar shaking the room as Theo swore he could out dance Scott. “You want to see an Alpha?!” Scott roared as the room applauded. “I said, do you want to see an Alpha?!” He roared again as the crowd screamed, Theo scarpering out from underneath Scott’s grip. “Kira! How about you play my track and I’ll show you a true Alpha!” He signalled to the DJ in the corner, a small Japanese girl that looked as sly as a fox, large headphones perched around her neck. The lights dimmed as the stage cleared, Scott kneeling in the middle of the catwalk. He faced away as the room went pitch black, a growl erupting through the crowd as he turned back, luminescent red eyes glowing in the dark room. The lights came up as he jumped into the crowd, his body moving on all fours as the growling got louder, speakers booming the intro of his track. THIS ONE You laughed as the music droned on, your spine tingling as you watched him crawl onto the stage, his face different from before. Hair had grown on his cheeks, his eyes that blood red you had seen briefly as the light shifted. His nails raked over his chest as he ran across the stage, his body moving almost animalistically. Dedication to his craft huh. You laughed as he crawled along the stage, his back arching to the bass of the song as he ran his fingers through his hair. He howled as the tempo changed a deep house track running through the club.
You don’t know if it was the smoke or something in your eye but you could swear he changed again in front of your eyes, his teeth bared as he rolled against the floor, pulling girls up from the crowd and laying them in a line on the catwalk. He took to the back of the stage, kneeling in a running position as he hurtled through the air, his muscles stretched as he landed. The crowd applauded as the track continued, his body rolling over the girls on the stage as you chewed on your straw. Addie returned at some point, but you were glued to the stage, your eyes never leaving the tanned so-called alpha. “Earth to Lucy?!” She waved in your face as she unfurled your fist, stuffing a load of bills in your hand. “Go nuts, he’s clearly your favourite.” She laughed as you nodded dumbly, your lips dry as you licked over them. You waited until he passed your table, his body brushing yours as you pushed the money into the band of his briefs, his eyes looking over you as you smiled. You watched him wink, those red eyes piercing into you as he moved through the tables, pressing himself into girls, his cock twitching in his briefs.
The music ended as he took to the stage again, taking a bow as women littered the stage with bills, his fingers grasping at notes. “Thank you, Ladies. Now are you ready? I heard that someone in the crowd is having a birthday?!” He scanned the crowd as your face went red. Luckily one of the new 21ers yelled, her lithe body jumping out the seat. “Happy Birthday! How old are you today?” Scott asked as he got her up on the stage. “21.” She said shyly, her face bright red. “How’s it been so far?” He asked as she nodded excitedly. “Best birthday I've ever had.” She laughed as he cajoled her. “Who’s your favourite act tonight? I won’t kill you if it wasn’t me.” He pressed the mic into her face, her small voice almost unheard over the speaker system. “The Alpha Twins.” She giggled, hiding her smile. “Well it just so happens they are waiting for you in the Red Room, so if you follow Theo, he’ll direct you to your birthday present.” She looked shocked as she took Theo’s arm, her little legs tottering towards the curtained room. “But I heard she isn’t the only birthday girl in the audience.” He smiled, your face dropping as you watched Addie jumping in her seat pointing towards you. “Lucy in the sky with diamonds, get your cute little ass over here.” You sunk further into your seat as you shook your head at Addie. “I hate you.” You joked, eventually standing up, only to smooth down your dress.
“Now a little birdy told me that you didn’t know what you thought of the show.” He joked as you remembered the conversation you’d had with the FBI guy outside. Stiles was that it? “He says he’s willing to give you a second chance at witnessing the show first-hand, do we have a deal?” You nodded as Theo appeared again, his arm outstretched, ready to lead you to the other curtained room. You don’t know what washed over you as you spoke, your voice clear as it rang through the chattering room. “What if I want two dancers? Like the other birthday girl?” Scott turned to you, his lips pressed together as he spoke. “And what other dancer would you like?” You swallowed thickly, pressing your legs together as you cleared your throat. “An alpha.” You declared, the room jumping into action with hollering and whooping. “You heard her ladies. Looks like my duties are needed elsewhere. I’ll leave you lovely women in the very capable hands of Theo.” He chucked the mic across the room to Theo, who caught it without looking. “Well look who’s finally the Alpha around here?!” He shouted, the crowd screaming in reaction. “Now Lucy, if you’d like to come with me, your birthday present is waiting just behind that curtain.” Scott whispered in your ear as he led you off stage, pointing to a green veil, the light beside it red. “I’ll be right behind you.” He whispered again, his lips ghosting over your skin as you tried to quell the burning inside of you.
You pulled back the gauzy curtain, your mouth falling slack as you saw how small the room was, the walls blacked out as strip lights illuminated dark corners. Faux candles scattered the sideboards, oils and random liquids decanted into jars. You didn’t pay them much attention as you spotted Stiles on the loveseat in the middle of the room, his back facing you as you wished to run your fingers through his hair. “Birthday girl!” He smiled as he turned around, his face properly visible for the first time all night. He was all cheekbones and lips, moles speckling his pale skin as he stood, his dark honey eyes quickly running over you. “Nice of you to join us, I see you sprung for the premium package.” You furrowed your brow in confusion, walking to sit on the loveseat he not long vacated. “I didn’t get this. Addie must of bought the package when I was outside.” You shook your head, reminding yourself to thank her later. “When you were with me?” Stiles asked as he leant against the wall, waiting for Scott to come through the curtained door. “That would be the time that I was outside.” You chuckled nervously, your eyes trailing over the room as you tried to avoid looking at him for too long.
You sat in awkward silence, not knowing what to say to Stiles as you waited for Scott. Your eyes caught Stiles’ abs as the neon hi vis vest brushed back as he twiddled something in his fingers. “You seem nervous” He joked, pointing at your jiggling leg as you pointed back at his twiddling fingers. “Right back at you, first night on the job?” You laughed as he shook his head. “Nah, I’m just a different person when I’m here.” He shrugged nonchalantly, your eyes drawn away from his happy trail as Scott stepped through the door. You sighed, your eyes glued to Scott’s oiled chest, your lips caught between your teeth. You sat back against the love seat, your legs crossed as Scott walked in front of you, fist bumping Stiles as he swung around to talk to you. “Hi.” He spoke slowly, his gaze falling over you as he eyed you up, chocolate brown eyes boring into your skin as you breathed a hello back. “Has Stiles explained the rules of the Green Room?” He asked as you shook your head, giving Stiles a small smile. “We haven’t really talked much.” You added as you turned your attention back to Scott, your hair flipping over your shoulders as your eyes caught his. “Usually we can’t shut him up. It’s called the Green Room because nothing is off limits. You can touch, a privilege only a few can afford.” He continued as he moved closer to you. “You get one dance, but it doesn’t have to end there. We’ll have a drink with you after the show. How does that sound Lucy?” He cocked his head as you pressed your legs together, excitement running through your veins.
“That, sounds like I owe my best friend a drink. At least.” You giggled as Stiles smiled, his eyes crinkling as he moved behind the love seat, his hands resting on your shoulders. He bent down to talk to you, his low voice reverberating over your skin as Scott disappeared into the corner, his fingers flicking at a switch as music began to play. THIS ONE. “Now just sit back, and relax. Enjoy yourself.” You blinked slowly as the lights lowered, Scott’s body precariously close to yours as he ground his hips. Stiles rubbed over your shoulders, his long fingers trailing over the crook of your neck, your nerves raw as you leant back into his touch. Scott reached for your hands as he pulled them to him, your fingertips running over his abs, the skin blazing hot as he straddled your hips, your legs coming uncrossed at his weight. Stiles moved his hands, feather light touches grazing your arms and rib cage as he toyed with the material of your dress. Scott’s body rolled against yours as he ran his fingers over the exposed skin of your thigh. His fingers gripped you closer to him as he hitched your legs over his hips, his cock twitching against you. You watched him through lust blown eyes as he stripped off the vest he wore, ripping it from his body as he planted his feet on the floor. He pulled you up against him, rolling himself against you as he supported you; his hands splayed against your ass. Stiles’ touch left you as Scott stood you on the table in the middle of the room.
You tracked Scott as he walked the room, your attention otherwise diverted as you felt Stiles’ hands on your body, his hips bucking against your ass as he swayed your hips against his. The beat of the music flowed through your body as he turned you to his chest, your fingers stripping the vest from his body as you unbuttoned his jeans. You lost yourself in the music, the feeling of Stiles’ hands on your waist as Scott appeared behind you, the scratch of his jeans against your legs as he rolled over you. You turned to face them both, stepping wobbly off the table, falling back into the loveseat as you watched them, their hips rolling counter clockwise of one another, the movement hypnotising as jeans were ripped from legs. You bit back a moan, one you didn’t realise was on the top of your tongue as they paused, their fingers in the bands of their briefs before Stiles jumped from the table, sitting in the space next to you. He smirked as his hand brushed your hair from your neck once more, nails raking at your skin as he pulled you atop his hips. You bucked slightly, a growing need building within you as his cock pressed against your inner thigh, the material of your dress bunching at your hips as Scott breathed over your neck.
Stiles lips were almost on your skin as the music began to lower, the sound of it trailing off as you wished it would never end. They moved from your skin, taking place in the centre of the room as they lowered themselves to the floor, biceps curling under taut skin as they crawled towards you. The music ended as they took places at your knees, their lips pressing to the skin on the back of your hands, each set of eyes piercing your own as they panted. Your fingers released from theirs as you ran your fingers through their hair, something you had wanted to do all night. You panted as they stood, their lips swollen as they reached for your hands, pulling you to your feet. You smoothed over your dress as Scott placed his hands on your shoulders, Stiles ducking down to grab your feet. Together they hoisted you up, both of their grips on your skin sent electricity through your skin as you swallowed thickly. They walked together, carrying you from the green room as they took you back to your seat. “Now we have one more show birthday girl. But we’ll be back.” Stiles spoke first, his eyes hooded as they pushed your seat back in. “It’s the full moon finale, who knows what can happen after that.” Scott winked as you giggled, reaching for one of the drinks on the table.
The guys disappeared after that, your chest falling heavily as Addie gawked at you. “Shut your mouth or you’ll catch flies.” You joked, downing drink after drink. Your head was spinning as you caught your breath, finally cracking a smile at Addie. “So?!” She squealed excitedly, her eyes wide as she leant forwards. “I owe you way more than a drink.” You breathed, remembering the way they had felt against your body. “You don’t owe me anything, except details when you remember how to get your heart beating again.” She joked standing to get you guys some more drinks. “Addie, don’t bother, it’s the final show, we probably don’t need another drink.” THIS ONE .You pushed her back into her seat as the music started up, each guy taking place behind a screen. You breathed heavily, screams erupting from the crowd as the final countdown screeched out over the sound system. Every girl jumped to their feet as the music shifted. You and Addie exchanged looks as she grabbed her purse, shoving bills into your hands. “Maybe we might need that drink. I’m pretty thirsty.” She joked as you nodded, your mouth agape as each guy took place. The music continued as each shadow moved in perfect synchronicity. Addie disappeared from the table, almost running to the bar as her eyes never left the stage.
Every guy on the stage froze before they began to dance in canon, moving from behind the screen one by one. The music pumped louder as you screamed, unsure where you should focus. Smoke blew from machines behind you as the bass tripled almost tenfold, your body shaking as each guy made his way down the catwalk, displaying his best dance move at the end. All the girls were clapping along, the lyrics of the song belting from everyone as you cheered, your fingers gripping bills. Stiles walked down the stage, his face slightly covered by his hair as he dropped onto his hands, performing one handed push ups, pulling around so he was doing them backwards, his muscles glistening underneath the lights. Your mouth went dry as you glanced around for Addie, realising she was still at the bar. Stiles was joined by Scott as he made his way down, reaching out a hand to pick his friend up before performing a complicated handshake. Stiles walked away, his shorts low on his hips as your eyes coasted over the muscles of his back. You bit down on your lip as Scott flexed, his body rolling as he took to his knees, ripping his shirt off before rubbing it over his cock, chucking it out into the hungry audience.
Your legs crossed as all boys wandered into a line, every single move choreographed to the T as they all filed behind the screen. Every girl in the audience booed as the music lowered, everyone's hearts dropping as the end of the night rolled around. The final chorus rang out as you watched their silhouettes rip off the shorts they all wore. Hips circling to the lyrics as they moved, your eyes darting over each and everyone of them. The music lowered still, the lyrics repeating as the lights dimmed. They cut out completely as the music came back illuminating the other side of the screen. With one swift movement you watched as the screen dropped, the material cascading around their feet as you got a glimpse of their bare asses, arms crossed over their cocks as they stood in a line. The crowd erupted into screams as confetti canons sparked off, the music blasting as the guys turned around, one hand covering their crotches as they walked forwards to give their final bows. As the music dispersed so did the guys, Scott eventually running back to give one last thanks. “Good night Ladies!” He shouted as he ran off again, the lights coming back up as the crowd chattered excitedly. Addie waved you towards the bar as you collected your coats, heading over to where she chatted to Isaac and Jackson. “So the boys were just telling me that Ladies night runs every Wednesday. So now you have to come here every week.” She laughed as Isaac looked over her, his blue eyes wandering over her exposed chest.
“Well I’d love to but my bank account would seriously hate me for that!” You chuckled as Jackson side eyed you, his lips curling up into a smile. “We welcome everyone. Tippers or not.” He winked at you as you felt a blush ripple through your skin, Isaac giving Jackson a look of disapproval. “Okay Jackson is a trust fund baby, maybe he doesn’t need the tips but I do!” Isaac joked, clearing off the bar as you guys talked between yourselves. Time passed as you waited for Scott and Stiles to come out from the dressing rooms, watching as Jackson and Isaac bickered behind the bar. The room eventually cleared out, all the excitement draining from the room as your body buzzed, still excited from your birthday dance. Alcohol swam through your veins as you sipped on the neon drink, your mouth still dry as you felt yourself craving fresh air. “- you’re just jealous you can’t pull off a scarf!” You heard Isaac defend himself almost childishly, Addie chewing on her straw. It was always a tell of hers, whenever she liked a guy she’d chew her straw. “Jackson, do you think I have time to nip outside?” Jackson looked over at the door as he saw a blonde enter the room, her red lips pursed in a firm line.
“Unfortunately, not, you’re gonna have to leave. Don’t worry, you’ll still get your birthday drink. Wait by the staff door and the guys will meet you there.” He winked as your face fell. “So, am I going to see you again?” You heard Isaac asking Addie as she grinned, her cheeks bright red. “Maybe, I mean I have someone who lives in town now, so maybe.” She winked as you pulled her away from the bar. “According to Jackson we have to leave, but he said if we wait by the staff entrance then the guys will meet us there?” Addie nodded, her lips pouting as she looked as Isaac. You clinked your glasses together as you downed the liquid within them, grinning like idiots as you waved goodbye to the handsome bartenders. “Dude, Jackson totally had his eye on you.” Addie slurred happily as you walked out of the club, arms linked. “I don’t think so Addie, besides I’m not his type.” You shrugged, reaching the door as a gust of wind hit you. “Why not? You’re totally gorgeous and you’ve got this amazing figure-” You cut her off, your fingers latching over her mouth. “He’s gay.” You looked her in the eyes as she lowered her brows, realisation kicking in. “How do you know?” She asked as you walked past the bouncer, Boyd long gone as he was replaced with a bitchy looking blonde with riot red lips. “Cause he was practically sweating and panting when the Alpha Twins came on. Plus one of the twins was eye fucking him in the finale.” You added curtly, reaching into your bag to pull out a cigarette. “Well that makes sense.” Addie shrugged nonchalantly, pulling the cigarette from your fingers. “You shouldn’t smoke. It’s bad for you.” She smiled as she placed it between her lips, signalling for a lighter.
“You’re such a scrounger.” You laughed, reaching in your bag for your lighter. You passed it to her as you leant against the brick wall. “Well let me replace what she took from you?” You heard Stiles’ low voice, his fingers producing a carton from his khaki pockets as he walked to you. “Why thank you!” You smiled, taking it graciously as he placed one between his plump lips, the skin only slightly chapped. “You’re welcome. Sorry about the long wait girls.” He apologised, the light from the lighter illuminating his eyes as he breathed in. “It’s okay!” Addie laughed, the noise of it tinkling through the early morning air. “So you’re the best friend huh? Nice to meet you, names Stiles!” He waved hello to Addie, his head slightly nodding as Addie smiled. “You’re the FBI guy right?” She asked as he nodded again, his hands running through his hair, the strands slightly damp as he grinned. “Among other things of course.” He winked at you as you swallowed, choking slightly on smoke as Scott appeared in the staff doorway. “Scotty! What took you so long?” He jeered, slapping Scott on the back as he lit up a smoke. “No hot water. Had to take a cold shower.” He murmured, his voice stuttering. “Probably for the best. Dude, I’ve told you not to smoke. You have asthma!” Stiles scolded Stiles as Scott looked him in the eyes. “Had. I had asthma.” He reminded Stiles as they looked at both of you. “Hey, so we can’t have a drink here because ladies night is officially over and it goes back to normal club hours.” Addie giggled as she shrugged. “We could’ve stayed. I’m not adverse to a good set of tits.” Stiles gave her an appreciative look. “Amen to that!” They high fived as you all stood in a circle, your hands covering your chest as you shivered.
“So, what’s the plan then?” You asked, your teeth chattering as you looked over the boys. They looked different with their clothes on, Scott’s hoodie was tight against his skin hugging his muscular frame. You couldn’t hide your attraction for him as your eyes wandered down his chest, taking in his more than generous bulge in his jeans. “We know a bar not too far from here. Our friends Mal and Malia own it.” Stiles added, your eyes flickering over him as you took in his soft brown hair, his checked shirt laying open over a graphic tee. Khakis added to the ensemble as Scott laughed, wiping his chin as he spluttered. “Can you say it’s our friends bar when they’re both your exes?” Stiles shot Scott a look as he smiled. “You just love bringing that up, don’t you?” Scott nodded. “Yeah well, regardless, we’re all still friendly!” He defended himself as you chuckled. “Is it far from here?” You asked, turning towards the street. “About a five-minute walk?” You nodded, wobbling on unsteady feet. “Hold up, just got to get tonight's earnings from Erica and then we can get going.” Scott added, crossing the parking lot to the bitchy blonde as she handed him a ziplocked bag.
“So, what’s this place called then?” Addie asked, discarding her extinguished smoke. “The Den. It’s more of a bar rather than a club, which is easier if you want to get to know someone.” Stiles winked as he looked over you, his lip caught between his teeth. You breathed shakily, your lips puckered as Scott bound over to you guys. “Let’s go!” He smiled, leading the way away from the strip club. No one talked much on the short walk to the bar, Addie happily singing songs she’d heard throughout the night. You silently thanked the lord as you arrived at the cosy bar, relieved to see booths empty as you slid into one happily. Stiles walked to the bar, awkwardly waving down the leggy brunette as she crossed the small space towards him. You turned to Addie, a smile on your face as Scott excused himself from the booth for a moment. "So how are you enjoying your birthday?" Addie asked, a happy smile on her face.
"You know it may be my best birthday to date!" You exclaimed happily, the alcohol in your system making the room warmer as you settled into the cushioned seat. "You mean it beats the birthday we had in Mexico?" She asked, her brows furrowed as she looked at you. "Yeah, I mean Mexico was fun, but the bug I got from that certainly was not." You added as she nodded in agreement. "Not to be crude but you thought the world was falling out your ass." You laughed as you covered your mouth, the laugh turning into a cough as Scott returned to the table. "I mean you're not wrong." You agreed, smiling at Scott as he slid in opposite you, his large hands clasped together as he leant in. "What are you two giggling about?" He asked as you shot a look at Addie, her face bright red. "Just talking about a trip we took to Mexico a couple of years ago." You explained, watching as his eyes lit up. "Stiles and I went to Mexico years ago too, met up with a few friends, it was pretty great. Some of it was not so great." He added, his eyes darkening slightly.
"Yeah well not every holiday is perfect, is it?!" Addie exhaled, looking over at the door, an expectant look on her face. She glanced at her phone, something you hadn't even noticed that she had out. "You expecting someone?" Scott asked as Stiles returned, his long fingers gripping at a small black tray, ladled with shots of amber liquid. "Just someone that works at the bar." She sighed, pocketing her phone again. "But it looks like he's not going to show up." She reached forwards, grabbing two of the shots before downing them in quick succession. "Isaac?" You asked her as she nodded, her face wincing as she slammed the glasses down. "That'd be the one!" She smiled as Stiles and Scott shared a knowing look. "He doesn't finish at the same time as us, he has to prepare the bar for the regular crowd so he might still show up. The night is young and so are we!" Scott roared as he handed you two shots, clinking his glass against yours. You maintained eye contact with him, his eyes tracking your lips as you necked the amber liquid, the cool quickly turning burning hot as it hit your throat. You placed the glasses back on the table, wincing as you swallowed the last of your shots, a current running through your body.
"So, what brings you to Beacon Hills Lucy?" Stiles pried, his eyes boring into yours as you twiddled your fingers. "I took a job with a self-made millionaire. He's an ass but he pays well." Stiles' eyebrow cocked as he looked at you. "What's his name?" He asked as you explained. "Peter Hale?" You spoke questioning as Stiles' face relaxed. "Of course! Who else would it be?!" He gesticulated wildly, his long limbs flying through the air as he collected himself. "I take it you know him?" You asked as Scott nodded. "Something like that." He spoke quietly, his voice lower than you had heard all night. "He’s an ass, we don’t really talk about him much. Malia’s not too fond of him either. Actually, she’s particularly not fond of him.” Stiles added as you quirked your brow, curious as to why. “Any reason why? Or is it just cause he’s a colossal dickhead?” You slurred slightly, your head spinning as Malia arrived at the table, her hands pressed against her hips. “He’s my dad. Don’t worry about it though, we’re not your typical family. Let’s say if I'm having a crisis I have a family to lean back on.” She winked as Scott gave her a nod. “Hey where’s Parrish? Mals been looking for him all night.” Malia asked as Stiles and Scott shrugged. “Last I heard he was showering at the club. Should be here any moment-” Scott cut himself off, his head nodding towards him. He was lip locked with a pretty brunette, the girl you knew as Mal. “See he found his way to the bar” Addie joked as Stiles smiled. “And back to his girlfriend, well soon to be fiancée but Mal doesn’t know that yet.” He added as Malia smiled.
“Oh she knows, she found the ring. She’s just waiting for him to get his shit together and actually ask her.” Malia spoke curtly, her eyes sparkling as she smiled a toothy grin. “Well he better hurry up!” Addie laughed, watching as Mal broke lips with Parrish, smiling widely as she filled orders behind the bar. Malia waved goodbye, heading back through the crowd, her tanned limbs stalking as she collected glasses. “Don’t see why she doesn’t just hire Liam and Mason to do that.” Scott joked as Stiles nodded. You didn’t understand who they were talking about but you enjoyed their company. Drinks flowed as did the conversation, all of you getting to know each other better as the music ebbed in the background. A high-pitched squeak interrupted your conversation as Addie jumped up, her face lit up by her phone screen. “BITCH, dance with me!” She yelled, the song changing to one of your favourites. “You know I can’t actually dance though!” You whined, your feet throbbing from the heels. She shot you a look as you stood, pulling at the hem of your dress as you sidled out the booth. “If you’ll excuse me, I have to satisfy her need to become Beyoncé.” You laughed as they both looked over you, your dress clinging to your every curve. “I don’t need to become Beyoncé. I am Beyoncé. She is me. Me is she. Kindred spirits.” Addie giggled, all of her words jumbling into one as she grabbed your hands, dragging you towards the crowded dancefloor.
You laughed as she ground against you, her arms in the air as she dropped to the floor, your hips circling to the heavy bass of the song playing. You gripped your drink in your hand as you wound, the alcohol in your system making you more carefree. You barely felt eyes on you as you tipped your head back, lights flashing behind closed eyes. Addie pulled your arms, linking her fingers with yours as you both moved, laughs piercing the air as you danced, both of the guys at the booth staring at you as you let your guard down. “I’ll be right back” You shouted to her, pressing over her as she danced. She barely paid attention to your words as she gyrated to the music, her fingers running through her hair. She had a wide grin on her face as she danced, it was one of the only times she truly looked as insane as she was. You wormed your way out of the throng of sweaty bodies, your dress sticking to you uncomfortably as you followed flickering neon signs to the bathroom. You hadn’t surveyed yourself all night and now you knew the boys were looking at you in a certain way, you wanted to make sure they liked what they saw.
You fixed the bit of eyeliner that had smudged down your cheek, reapplying your lipstick in the mirror as Mal from the bar walked in. “Hi! You must be Lucy?” She asked, her tone chipper as she rinsed her hands off in the sinks. “You’re Mal right? Parrish’s girlfriend?” You responded, slightly unsure of yourself as you leant against the marble countertop. “Yeah, just his girlfriend. I found a ring weeks ago but he hasn’t done anything with it.” She sounded despondent as you reached out a comforting arm. “He’d be stupid not to take you as his wife. I’ve known you for all of what?-” You faked looking at a watch on your wrist as you caught her eyes. “- like three seconds? So I think he should get off his ass.” You joked, watching as her face lit up, her cheeks blushing red as she gave you a warm smile. “You’re really nice, no wonder Scott likes you so much.” She winked as you swallowed. “How do you know that?” You asked her, nervously pushing your hair behind your ears. “Cause you’re just his type. Also Stiles can’t keep his mouth shut for more than three seconds.” She laughed, pushing her glasses up her nose. “Not necessarily a bad thing.” You responded as you chuckled. “Definitely not a bad thing.” She added as you walked out the restroom, your spirits high as you watched Addie dance with a familiar guy. He looked different with his shirt on, but from the scarf you could tell that Isaac had finally found Addie again.
“How about I buy you a drink on the house? I heard it’s your birthday.” Mal asked as she headed over to the bar. “You really don’t have to!” You thanked her as you made your way back to the booth. Your eyes caught a glimpse of Parrish as he leant against a wall, talking with a few of the other guys from the club. You sighed as you wandered over to him, tapping his arm lightly as you felt emboldened by the spirits flowing through your veins. “Excuse me, you’re Parrish aren’t you?” He nodded, his look confused as his eyes tracked over your face. “You don’t know me but I know your girlfriend. I see the way you look at her. So wife her up.” You prodded his chest, marvelling at the way your finger bent back, almost like it had hit a brick wall. He looked angry for a moment, something catching fire in his eye before he calmed down, his eyes tracking over Mal. “Thanks. I needed the push, even if it was from a person I don’t know.” He chuckled, sipping his drink as you smiled. “Well now you do, i’m the girl that changed your life. YOU’RE WELCOME!” You cheered, waving goodbye to him as you slid back into the booth; Stiles and Scott were in deep conversation.
You sipped on your drink as you watched Addie dance with Isaac, the both of them almost glued together. You smiled, knowing she was happy as you swayed to the music. “Why aren’t you dancing birthday girl?” Scott asked, his intense eyes connecting with yours as you swallowed the drink you’d been swilling in your mouth. “Oh, Addie started dancing with Isaac and I don’t really dance-” You trailed off, shrugging nonchalantly as Scott smiled. “Excuses, you just haven’t found the right partner, come dance with me?” He reached out his hand towards you, as you stood. “Fine but don’t show me up, you know fine well you can dance.” You laughed, referencing the show earlier. “Don’t think he can always dance. It tooks months of intensive choreographing to get him to that stage.” Stiles joked, sipping on his drink as he lowered his eyes to the table. You laughed, running your fingers over the back of your neck, the skin still sensitive from earlier, the ghost of Stiles’ fingers still pressing on you. You waited by the booth as Scott slid out, grabbing your hands as he pulled you to the dance floor. Your skin came alight as he pressed you to his chest, your legs straddling his as he rocked you, his hands pressed against your lower back. You wrapped your arms around his neck, your fingers lacing together as you caught tendrils of his hair between your fingertips.
His lips pressed against your ear as he hummed to the music, moving your hips against his as the beat slowed. Your heart hammered in your chest as his breath fanned over your hot skin, the material of your dress shifting up your thigh. Your eyes opened as Scott danced with you, your eyes catching Stiles’ as he sat in the booth, his straw wedged between his teeth. You lowered your head to Scott’s shoulders, maintaining eye contact with Stiles as Scott’s hands smoothed over your hips, his fingers splaying against your ass. You swung your hips in figure eights as you turned, your back against Scott's chest. His fingers hovered on your waist, one hand coming up to move the hair to your neck as he kissed over the skin there. Your eyes fluttered closed as you relaxed into Scott’s touch, your head spinning as you lost yourself in the music. You moved instinctively, arching yourself against him, looking through lust blown eyes at Stiles only to find the booth empty. You looked around confused, constantly getting distracted by Scott’s lips, his teeth trailing over the sensitive spot beneath your ear. You licked over your lips, your feet faltering as you slipped on the floor. Cool fingers reached out to catch you as you registered Scott’s hands on your thighs.
You glimpsed Stiles as he moved towards you, his eyes dark in the smokey bar, lips curled up in a smirk. He inched closer to you, his movements precise as if he would scare you off if you moved too fast. You smiled, nipping at your lips as you wrapped your arms over his shoulders, Scott’s hands firmly pressing your ass to his hips. “I wanted to dance with the birthday girl.” Stiles spoke, his nose pressing against your ear as he smiled. “All you had to do was ask.” You responded, pulling him closer to you as you swayed wedged between both dancers. You turned after a while, every song blurring together as you moved, their bodies against yours as the hour passed. Eventually all things had to come to an end though, Addie’s hands gripped your arms as she pulled you from Scott and Stiles. “Write your address on my hand.” She pointed to her wrist, shoving a sharpie in your face. You looked at her in confusion as Isaac hung around behind her. It was then you saw her lipstick was smudged, her hair slightly out of place. “Okay, be safe.” You rolled your eyes, hugging her before she disappeared out of view. You turned back to Stiles and Scott, apologising for the interruption as they glanced at the bar. You turned around, noticing Malia stood on the bar top, her hands cupped around her mouth.
“Yo! It’s late, get the fuck out the bar.” She shouted as you heard a screech of joy, Mal’s small body hurtling at Parrish as she latched her body around his. “And unless you want to be privy to some really sappy lovely dovely bullshit I’d leave.” She gestured to Mal, proudly staring at her hand, the light reflecting off a delicate ring on her left hand. “Well, looks like he finally did it. Wonder why that was?!” Stiles joked bumping into you as you walked towards the booth, collecting your jacket and purse. “I had absolutely nothing to do with it I swear!” You joked as Scott gave you a knowing look. “Yeah okay I had something to do about it. I’m impatient.” You shrugged, pulling your hair from the collar of your jacket. You regretted it instantly, shifting it off your shoulders as you headed for the door, Scott and Stiles by your side. The bar emptied as you stood outside, a cigarette between your lips. “So what now? Is there another bar?” You asked them, their eyebrows cocked above their eyes. “It’s like 4am. I know you’re a big city girl but here we are certainly not big city night people.” Stiles laughed as your face dropped. Your body was still buzzing from their touch, your system foggy from the drinks but not as much as it usually would affect you. Something about the guys made your body alive. “We can always continue on back at our place?” Scott suggested, his lips curled into a suggestive smile. You found yourself licking over your lips, your stance shifting slightly as your mind wandered about what would happen back at their apartment.
“Walking distance or cab?” You asked, secretly desperate to get out of your heels. “Cab, we live on the other side of town.” Stiles smiled, hailing one down as he shoved his hands in his pockets. “Ladies first!” Scott held the door of the yellow cab open as your crawled through, making sure to sway your ass giving them ample view of your ass in the skin-tight dress. “So where to?” The cabbie asked as you shrugged, Stiles quickly giving the address, his fingers lightly resting on your bare skin. His light touch pooled heat within you, something that had been building from the second you entered the club. “So, you two live together and work together?” You asked, your fingers absentmindedly stroking over Scott’s thigh. “Yeah, we’re not adverse to sharing.” Stiles whispered as Scott leant over, his arm now resting on top of yours as he brought your hand to rest over your throbbing pussy. You’d yearned for this all night and now it seemed like a reality you had to stop the urge to pinch yourself. “Well that makes for a better friendship I feel.” You spoke, your breath catching in your throat as you sank down in your seat, the cab drivers eyes connecting with yours as he glanced in the back seat. Scott pressed against your cunt, his fingers manipulating yours underneath your dress. You bit back a stifled breath, careful to keep yourself from making it obvious in the back of the car.
Your fingers traced over Stiles’ thigh, the coarse material of his khakis running underneath your fingertips. Your eyes connected with his as your hands roamed over his growing bulge, his cock twitching at the lightest of touches. Your breathing slowed as your heart hammered, slow and insistent as Scott traced your finger over your clit, dipping back into your entrance as the cab took a sharp turn. Scott moved your hand away quick enough as the cabbie pulled into a parking lot outside a tall apartment complex. “Here you go.” He clicked the overhead light on, your eyes catching the severe expanse of thigh you had on display. The driver turned to you, his eyes wandering down your skin before he took one look at Scott and Stiles. “Have a good night.” He raised his eyebrows suggestively, as you smiled awkwardly. “You too!” You sang as you exited the cab, adjusting the hem of your dress once more. Stiles led the way to their apartment.
You didn’t pay much attention the decor as Scott closed the door, his fingers pulling at the material of his hoodie before you could even blink. “Now Birthday Girl what do you want?” He asked as Stiles pulled your jacket from your shoulders, tossing it onto the couch. “Whatever you’re going to give me.” You responded your voice barely a whisper as he closed the gap between you. “Well I'm not sure about you, but for what I want to give you, you won’t be needing this.” He raked over the soft material of your dress, his fingers leaving a trail of electric running through your skin even through your dress. You watched as Stiles set up some music, stripping off his over shirt and tee, leaving his chest bare to you. Your eyes flickered between his freckles and moles as you nodded towards him, urging him to move closer. “If you want it off, all you have to do is ask.” You murmured as Scott dipped his head to your neck, pushing your hair to one side as he sucked wet hot kisses into the hollows of your collarbones. Your body was on fire as you felt Stiles pull at the spaghetti straps of your dress, his nails lightly catching your skin as he pulled them down your shoulders, his lips pressed on the other side of your neck. You moaned lightly, your body rolling between them both as Scott pulled the tie on your hip, the dress hanging from your frame as you closed your eyes.
Stiles maneuvered the dress from your body, letting it cascade around your ankles as your fingers wrapped around Scott’s arms, the muscle hard to the touch as you melted between them both. Stiles’ fingers ran over your waist as Scott pulled at the band of your panties, rough pads of his fingertips grazing your tingling skin as you pulled away. “Not here.” You breathed, wanting to feel them on you once more. They led you from the living room, through a hallway into a bedroom before pulling you onto the bed between them. You faced both of them, reaching behind yourself to undo your bra, letting the strapless material fall from your body. You watched through lust blown eyes as their eyes glazed over, each of them lowering themselves to your chest. You wobbled, uneasy on your knees on the mattress, each set of lips tracing over your tits. They licked expertly as you felt your heart stop, the throbbing in your pussy getting stronger as they sucked your nipples between their teeth, rolling the sensitive peaks. Your head threw back, the room going fuzzy as warmth pooled between your legs. You looked down, a mass of hair tickling your skin as they picked you up, ridding you of your panties as they lay you on your back. Scott’s hands roamed over your stomach as he snaked his way down your body, your hips bucking against the contact as he pressed a finger to your clit. He stopped licking over your body, lying next to you as you spread your legs, pressing yourself harder against his agonisingly slow touch.
He circled over your clit, his lips pulled wide as he smiled watching you squirm. “You sound sexier than I could’ve ever imagined.” He whispered to you, his eyes connecting with the place you two met, his pace quickening slightly as you choked out a moan. “I bet you taste better than I ever imagined too.” He added, lifting his fingers to his mouth as he licked over them, your eyes hooded as you watched him. “I wasn’t wrong.” He chuckled, lowering his head to place kisses on your skin as he brushed over your clit once more. Stiles had raised his head a while ago, moving himself further down the bed to your knees, his nails digging half moons into your thighs as he licked over his lips. He lifted one hand to his face, the long digits scratching over the beginnings of stubble as he slid his hand down your thigh. Your heart stammered as you arched your back as the fire Scott created climbed higher within you. Stiles paused as Scott slowed, before he surged forwards, his long digits teasing over your entrance as you choked on a moan, his fingers sinking into you as you arched from the bed once more. The fire within you climbed higher still, every peak of the flame licking at the nerves in your body. You let out a strangled cry as Stiles curled his fingers, hitting the spot within you that made you forget your own name. “Fu-” You stammered, your toes curling as they moved in sync, Scott’s fingers quickening over your sensitive clit as Stiles pumped his long fingers into your cunt.
“I can-” You didn’t finish your words as your mouth hung open, your muscles tensing as pleasure washed over you like a tidal wave. Your head spun as you writhed beneath their touch, your body overloaded as Scott’s hair tickled your chest. Your eyes rolled back as you slammed back against the bed, the boys not even stilling as your breath quickened, the fire still raging on inside you. Your orgasm barely subsided as the pushed you to the edge again, your nails raking against Scott’s back as you fisted the sheets. Stiles whispered, barely audible over your moans but you heard him none the less. “Cum for me baby.” You didn’t need him to tell you what to do as you came away from the bed, Stiles’ fingers slowing as you crashed back to the mattress, your head spinning. “Good girl. What do you want now?” You heard Scott ask, your eyes fluttering open as you caught your breath. “I want to see the other side of the full moon show.” You whispered unsure he heard you. “Which one?” He asked, nodding between himself and Stiles. “Both.” You opened your eyes fully, your peripherals fuzzy as you sat up. Your head swam as they moved from the bed, standing at the edge of the bed as they stripped off the last of their clothes. “Jesus-” You found yourself mouthing as they stood proudly, cocks hard as they gazed over your body.
You leant forward, crawling on your hands and knees as you sat on the edge of the bed, your hands reaching for their cocks in unison. You gripped them both lightly, adjusting yourself as you lowered yourself onto your knees in front of them. “How about I see if I think you’re as good as you taste Scott?” You teased, rolling your thumb over his head as he cantered forwards. You lowered yourself towards him, your other hand stroking over Stiles’ generous length as you wrapped your lips around Scott’s head, a groan leaving his lips. Your hand quickened over Stiles as you sucked Scott into your mouth, your cheeks hollowing as you ran your tongue over him, his cock hitting the back of your throat. He stilled as you took him all the way to his base, your nose diving into the curly dark hair as you pulled back, his cock twitching as you smiled up at him. You licked over your lips, toying with the precum on the tip of your tongue. “What about you Stiles?” You turned your attention to him, looking up at him as his mouth hung open, his hips bucking towards you. “Do you taste delicious too?” You asked, not giving him time to respond as you circled his head, sucking him into your mouth before bobbing your head. He choked on his breath, a moan slipping past his pink lips as he bucked towards you Scott pulling away from your grasp.
You felt him shift behind you, his hands gripping at your hips as you sucked Stiles further into your mouth, your tongue rolling over the vein on the underside of his cock. You felt Scott palm over your ass as Stiles’ hands knotted into your hair, his arms guiding you to where he wanted you the most. Your pussy throbbed as Scott ran his head over your slick folds, his cock pressing against your sensitive clit as he positioned himself at your entrance. You moaned as he pressed himself inside you, burying himself to the hilt as he bottomed out inside you. Your eyes rolled slightly as he began to thrust, giving you both a moment to adjust to his length as you backed up against him. “You just love fucking his cock whilst choking on mine don’t you baby.” Stiles cooed, moving a tendril from your face as you moaned, Scott’s hips snapping against yours. The embers of the fire within you sparked as you took Stiles’ cock fully in your mouth. Your lips wrapped tight over him as you used your hand to run your nails over his balls, the sound of his moans heaven to your ears.
Scott growled as you tensed around him, your body slamming against his as Stiles fell from your mouth, a mewl replacing it. “Do that again baby.” Scott asked, his fingers tapping against your hips as you tensed again. Whimpers left your lips as Scott pulled you flush to his chest, your back arched as Stiles knelt in front of you. He licked over his fingers, trailing them down your body leaving a cool path in his wake as he pressed his fingers to your clit. You tensed at his touch, Scott’s fingers digging harder into your skin as Stiles flickered over your clit. Your breathing hitched as you cried out, your body going slack for a moment as Stiles caught you in a kiss, his tongue sloppily running over your lips as you came. He slowed as you deepened the kiss; Scott’s pace faltering as you tensed once more, his own orgasm washing over him as he bottomed out within you. Stiles pulled you from Scott, your legs hooked over his arms as lay on the bed, pulling you atop him. You lowered yourself slowly, all of your muscles shaking as you straddled him.
He sighed as he bottomed out within you, his hips instantly snapping up against yours. He pulled you down to him, kissing over your neck as he rolled you onto your back. He knelt between your thighs, teasing over you before plunging back within you. Your body shook as your eyes swam; every nerve in your body on edge as he placed your legs on his shoulders. Scott disappeared leaving the room as Stiles pounded into you, a cacophony of moans in the large room as his cock slammed against your G-spot. You cried out, the sound strangled as it left your dry throat as you tensed around him, your body spasming as you fisted the sheets. Stiles paused before his hips slammed against you once more, his eyes fluttering shut in ecstasy as his orgasm washed over him. He fell atop you, catching himself on his strong arms before shifting from between your legs. You curled into a ball as Scott entered the room, loose lacrosse shorts hanging from his hips. You looked in his hands noticing the glasses and the bottle tucked in the crook of his arm. “Intermission and Act two?” He asked, a small smile on his lips as you sat up. “Of course.”
You awoke the next morning, your mouth dry as you read the alarm clock. 11am. Not bad seeing as though you only fell asleep around 8. You pulled the covers off of yourself, looking over the already purpling marks on your skin. You smiled, heading towards the sound of music from the living room. You noticed a clean jersey on the dress, pulling it over your head as you searched for your panties. “Breakfast?” You heard Stiles say as you turned, noticing his just rolled out of bed hair. “If there’s enough to share?” You said hopefully, checking your phone as you grabbed your clutch. A few missed calls from Addie but other than that no damage done after the amount you drank last night. You flicked through your conversations, selecting Addie as you drafted a message.
Don’t expect me home till later. Best. Birthday. Ever.
