Stiles has been staring at a table of panties for at least twenty minutes, and it’s the first time he can’t make a decision. Also, Victoria’s Secret is having a sale, so he gets to kill three birds with one stone, or something.
“Maybe I should’ve brought Scott along again,” Stiles mumbles to himself, fingering a silky pair of cheekies.
“May I help you?” A curious voice says behind him.
Stiles turns around with a stumble, almost upending the display in the center of the table.
The girl watches him curiously, crossing her arms with a smile, head tilted as she studies him.
“You always come in here at the beginning of the month. Is your girlfriend enjoying all the panties you’re buying for her?”
Stiles swallows, back of his neck sweating.
“I, uh, yeah! Yeah she -- She loves them. All of them,” Stiles stutters out, wincing with a smile. “You… you remember me?”
“Oh yeah, you have good taste in panties.”
“Thank you?”
“But you don’t have a girlfriend.”
And the cool, easy conversation is gone, now replaced with hot embarrassment as Stiles blushes furiously.
“I remember you from school,” she says, “you were a freshman and I was a senior. I’m Lindsay.”
She doesn’t look familiar to Stiles at all, but Beacon Hills is a pretty big town. But now that he gets a closer look at her she does look familiar for another reason.
“You were the sales clerk who sold me my first pair,” Stiles says, pointing a finger at her and then holding out his hand. “Stiles. Stiles Stilinski.”
“Don’t worry, I know.” Lindsay grins, shaking his hand. “Come on, follow me.”
Lindsay points out a few selection of panties for Stiles, offering her opinions about each, and it actually helps Stiles to narrow down his choices. She mentions the three for $33 sale going on this month, and shows Stiles the new Lacie selection (“The hiphuggers are really popular,” she says), and Stiles can’t deny his excitement at wanting a pair, grabbing a blue polka dot pair.
“Can I offer some feminine advice?”
“Sure, yeah,” Stiles says offhandedly, distracted by a rack of cheekies.
“You should have one pair of simple, black panties, because black is sexy, and that’s what panties do, they make you feel sexy, right?”
“Totally,” Stiles chuckles, still distracted.
“Also, try to have a few pairs that compliment your skin color, and accentuate certain body parts. You have a nice, round butt, so the cheekies are definitely for you. You also have slim, narrow hips, so maybe a few thongs or hiphuggers.”
The color drains from Stiles’ face, hands shaking, his brain finally catching up with the conversation that he hasn’t been paying attention to until now.
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a Whole Lotta Smut
Fanfictionwhat the title says I didnt write any of these btw. so creds to all the authors. I might write one or 2 but I dont know yet. so these are all my favorite smut one shots just all in one place so yeah. enjoy!
