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I stand outside of school, waiting for Stiles to come back from the hospital to take me home like he promised.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you?" Lydia asks me, waiting by my side.

"No, i'm okay. You go home, Lyds" I assure her and she nods in understanding.

"If you need me, just give me a call" She says and I give her a smile as she jumps in her car.

People walk from the school to their vehicles, buzzing around me like flies and I lean against the brick wall with a huff, clutching my history books to my chest.

A loud beep gains my attention after being stood for a while and I look up to see the light blue Jeep right in front of me, Stiles waving at me from the driver seat. I hear straight for the car and climb into the passenger seat, throwing my books and my bag into the backseat.

"Bad day?" Stiles quips as he pulls out of the parking lot and I glare at him.

"How is Liam?" I question, not answering his stupid one.

"He's not dead" Stiles scoffs.

"You're both lucky that he's not. He could've landed on his neck" I snap at him.

"Well, he didn't so forget about him" Stiles argues.

"You'd like that, wouldn't you?" I sneer and the boy looks at me with a scowl.

"What is so fucking great about Liam? Are you into him or something?" He blurts out in irritation and roll my eyes at him.

"Of course I'm not into Liam. He's a baby" I state in disbelief.

"Well, maybe you should tell him that because I don't think he's getting the signals" Stiles counters.

I decide to just ignore the boy for the rest of the drive, pulling out my phone and scrolling through social media in an attempt to distract myself from grabbing the wheel and driving us into a tree.

The Jeep eventually comes to a stop and when I look up I realise that we're not at my house, we're at the Stilinski house.

"Are you kidnapping me?" I ask bluntly and Stiles climbs out of the car, giving me a sarcastic smile.

The boy slams the door closed and I roll my eyes at his dramatics, climbing out of the vehicle and following him into his house. I kick off my shoes as he does and then silently walk behind Stiles all the way to his room, flopping onto his bed with a huff.

"I don't know why you've got your panties in a twist about Liam" I speak up, feeling the heat of Stiles' glare as I check out my fresh French manicure that Lydia gave me.

"I don't know if you're oblivious or just plain stupid" Stiles retorts and I raise a brow, looking up at him.

"Did you just call me stupid?" I question, giving him the chance to take it back but he stands his ground.

"I guess I did" He shrugs.

I pull myself up onto my feet and narrow my eyes at the boy, stepping towards him. He matches my glare and steps forward too until we're stood almost chest to chest. I look up at the boy and he looks down at me, the both of us with annoyed scowls.

"Maybe I'm not stupid or oblivious and you're just too much of a little bitch to admit why you're mad" I breathe out, a smug smile tugging at my lips.

"I'm not a bitch" Stiles argues.

"Then say it with your chest, dork" I demand with a smirk.

The boy doesn't reply, hesitation so clear on his face and I scoff, taking a step away from him.

"Didn't think so" I mutter, turning to walk back to his bed.

My arm is grabbed before I can and I'm spun around, my body bumping against Stiles' chest. I look up at him in confusion and his lips collide with my own, my breath catching in my throat.

I ease into his hold as he runs his hands down my sides to grip my waist and I wind my arms around his neck, kissing him back feverishly. My fingers tug at his hair and he groans into my mouth, sending shocks right down to my core.

Stiles starts backing me up until the back of my thighs hit his bed and I gasp, falling backwards onto the duvet. He grins down at me and I reach up to grab the front of his shirt, pulling him down too.

"I was jealous" Stiles breathes out before pressing his lips back to mine and I hum in content.

"I know. I just wanted to hear you say it" I admit, shuffling up the bed away from him and he looks at me in disbelief as I grin at him mischievously.

"You sneaky little minx" He accuses me.

I slip my white sweater over my head and drop it onto the floor, effectively shutting the boy up. His eyes watch me intensely as I pop open the button on my denim skirt and drag the zipper down before pushing the material down my legs, onto the floor.

Stiles eyes the lacy black lingerie set that I'm wearing with his eyes blown wide and I smirk widely, sitting up on my knees. I reach out and gently tug at his shirt which he quickly shrugs off before pulling his t-shirt off too. My eyes fall down to his toned chest and I place my palm on it, softly tracing his moles.

"You've done this before, right?" I breathe out, my eyes meeting his darkened pair.

"No" He answers truthfully, licking his lips and my eyes widen.

"You're a virgin?" I question in surprise and he nods "Stiles, we don't have to do anything if your not ready"

"I'm ready" He argues, reaching out to grab my wrist as if he's scared i'll leave.

I nod in response, dragging my palm down his body and he lets out a shaky breath, dropping my wrist. Gently, I undo his belt and then I unzip his jeans, sitting back as the boy peels them off.

Stiles' lips meet mine once again and I lay back, letting him settle between my spread thighs. I unclasp my bra, discarding it on the floor and then I wrap my legs around the boy, pulling his body closer to me. His hard erection is pressed against my core and I grind onto him, making him moan into my mouth.

"If anything gets too much for you then just tell me and I'll stop" I murmur reassuringly as our lips part and he nods in understanding "You ready?"

"One more thing" He counters and I furrow my brows in confusion.

Instead of elaborating Stiles dips his head down and he latches his mouth around one of my nipples, sending sparks throughout my body.

"Stiles" I moan out, threading my fingers through his hair.

He hums around the peak and the vibrations are sent straight to my core, causing me to buck my hips up. His lips move to the other nipple and I tug at his hair with a soft gasp. Stiles mouth leaves my body and he flashes me a heart stopping grin.

"I'm ready now" He informs me and I look at him in awe, shakily reaching down to my underwear "Here, let me"

My lips part as I watch the Stilinski boy grab the sides of my panties, dragging them down my thighs and dropping them onto the floor with the rest of our clothes before letting his eyes scan my naked body. I bite my bottom lip and press my thighs closed, suddenly feeling really exposed.

Stiles lets out a distraught whine and he pries my legs open again, his palms sliding up my inner thighs. A soft whimper escapes my lips when his fingers skate over my soaked core and he licks his lips, his thumb sliding through my folds. His thumb bumps against my clit and my hips buck against his hand, a gasp leaving my mouth.

"Stiles, stop teasing me" I demand breathily and he seems to snap out of his dazed state.

"Sorry" He apologises, quickly pulling his Spiderman boxers off.

I open my mouth to make fun of him for his superhero boxers, but the words get caught in my throat then my eyes fall on his thick hard length. My core instinctively clenches around nothing and I shiver as he settles himself back between my legs.

The boy leans down over me and presses his lips to mine, a gasp leaving my throat as his tip pokes at my clit. He groans into my mouth, grinding his cock against my wetness and our lips part, him looking down at me through lust filled eyes.

I reach down between our bodies, taking a hold of his cock and he exhales shakily. Stiles starts pressing kisses to my jaw as I position his tip at my entrance and then I lift my hips a little, pushing it inside me. The boy slowly sinks his cock into me and the feeling of it stretching me out causes me to throw my head back with a moan.

He bottoms out and pauses, his whole body stilling as he buries himself inside me. I lift my head up in concern and notice that his eyes are closed tightly, a pained look on his face.

"Stiles, are you okay?" I try to move but he pins me down with a grunt.

"Fuck. Don't move" He pleads desperately.

"What's wrong?" I question in worry, reaching up and running my fingers through his hair.

"You're so tight and warm" He groans out, letting his eyes flutter open "I don't wanna fuck this up"

I smile up at him warmly and lean up, pressing a light kiss to his lips.

"This is torture, I won't lie" I laugh breathily "But we can stay like this for as long as you need"

"We'll go slow" I add.

"I'm good" He assures me.

Without letting me reply, the boy pulls out fully and thrusts straight back in again, drawing a gasp from my mouth. He groans as he sets a steady pace, thrusting in and out of me. His tip hits deep inside of me in ways no one ever has before and wrap my legs around him with a string of breathy moans.

"You feel so fucking good" Stiles grunts as he picks up his pace.

"Oh, my God" I cry out, digging my nails into the boy's back as he leaves open mouthed kisses down my neck "Harder, Stiles!"

Complying to my plea, he roughly slams his hips against mine and his cock rams into me so deep that I see stars, a scream leaving my lips. Stiles fucks me in a way I never imagined would be possible from him and it makes my head spin.

I drag my nails down the boy's back and he moans, his teeth nipping at my neck. The coil in my stomach tightens embarrassingly fast and my thighs tremble as I chase my high, choked moans escaping my lips.

"Nat, I'm gonna cum" Stiles whimpers, his thrusts getting sloppier.

"Me too" I moan, my eyes rolling back when he hits a spot inside me that shatters me completely "Fuck, Stiles!"

My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave and I clench around his cock tightly, making him let out a choked whine. He pulls out as quickly as he can and he strokes his cock with his hand, hot cum spilling onto my lower stomach.

We both let out shaky breaths and Stiles grabs the nearest piece of clothing, using it to whip the cum off my stomach. My dazed state clears a little when I notice that he's using my sweater and I glare at him, clearing my throat so he looks at me.

"Oh, shit. I'm sorry" He curses, throwing the sweater at his laundry basket "I'll wash it and give you something else to wear"

"You're lucky I'm too tired to argue" I sigh in defeat and he grins down at me.