My Pillow

Chapter 16

*SMUT WARNING*
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~Stiles~
I kept running. I ran until I stopped at the old burned down Hale house. No one had gone in ever since Derek got the loft. I decided to go in.

I opened the door which creaked loudly. It had an earie feeling to it like I was in a horror movie. I walked inside slowly, my steps creaking the wooden floors below me.

I went up the stairs and looked at the rooms. I entered one and looked at its burned walls. The window had shards of glass sticking out of it.

The sun was setting. If there's one place I can go now it's my house.

I jumped when I saw someone was standing at the doorway. Derek was looking at me softly.

"Why did you run?"

"I didn't want you to see me," I looked down, shutting my eyes. They were glowing again, I could feel it.

"Stiles look at me"

"No" I try to move to the door with my eyes closed but I regret it as my foot hit a board popping out of the floor.

Tripping, I curse as I fall face first to the floor. I could hear Derek walk towards me, kneeling down infront of me.

"Stiles what's wrong?"

I kneel up with my head bowed down. "My eyes their different."

"It's OK just look at me"

I look up to him, revealing my blue eyes, showing what I've done. But to my surprise he doesn't look at me differently. He still has that love in his eyes. Why?

"What? Why are you looking at me like that?"

"You're right Stiles. They are different. But still beautiful. Just like the rest of you." with that his eyes glow, but different. They were glowing blue.

My thought flowed away with the wind as I feel his lips plaster against mine. We move in a rhythmic motion till I could feel his tongue begging for entrance.

My mouth grants him permission making him explore with discovery. I moan at the feeling, he shushes me gently and lays me down on the floor.

Coming back to kiss me, he moves to the crook of my neck and stays there for a while. I couldn't help but let another moan escape my mouth. Through the corner of my eye I could see a smirk turning up from his face.

"You like that?" he whispered not moving from his position. I couldn't help but respond in a shaky moan which let me tell you made me wanna bolt out the door. He chuckled lightly, taking off my shirt he continues down to my chest.

He began to bite gently at my nipple. I gasped at the feeling. My pants got tighter by the moment. He came back to me and kissed me passionately.

I grabbed him and rolled us over making me be on top. Still kissing him, my fingers began to fumble at his buttons, pulling down the zipper he asks "You sure?"

"We literally have been making out for 5 freakin minutes, you took off my shirt, and you ask me if I am sure?" he laughs at the response.

Pulling up his vest slightly, I pull down his pants up to his thighs showing the bulge in his boxers. He was huge, pretty huge. I pull down the boxers making his dick slap on his waist, leaking with precum.

I smirk at him, bent down and took it in my mouth. He gasps at the sensation. I bob my head, jerking off the rest I can't put in my mouth.