Teen Wolf One-Shot Collection: Volume One

36. Unwanted Advances - Stiles x Jackson

AN: I have another fic that Matt is simping after Stiles instead of Allison, 'Damaged.' TW: Dubious Consent. Stackson isn't the rarest pair. It is my favorite ever ship, even more than Sterek.
Kinks: BDSM, Teratophilia (Monster Fucking), Kanima Sex,
Type: Kinky Smut/Dub-Con
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Stiles: 18, Omega Human
Jackson: 18, Kanima
Matt: 19, Asshole Master
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February 12th
8:20

The Pack was unaware of the being ripping random people to shreds, so they didn't know what to look out for. Stiles was relieving a little stress from the week at the local gay bar, the Jungle. He wasn't out to the Pack. Danny and the guy that had asked him out were the only people that knew.

"Are you sure you have lived in Beacon Hills for ten years? I have never seen you before?" Stiles said, a little nervous about being seen out. He was the Sheriff's son, so he didn't want to get in trouble because Noah was running for mayor, There were a lot of conservatives, so he didn't want to mess up the votes for his father.

"Yes, Stiles, We have been in three classes together last year," Matt said, and Stiles felt a little guilty for not noticing him. They had run into each other the last time Stiles had been here... they had run into each other so much recently.

"Oh, sorry, I guess I am just scatterbrained,"

"Yeah, I guess so," Matt said, a little fed up with people forgetting him. He knew how observant Stiles was... or was he just observant of hot werewolves. He had a little too much to drink, much like Stiles. The difference between them was that Stiles got more chatty and wanted to dance when he would drink, but when Matt would drink, he would get mean and angry as he would reminisce about everything bad happening to him.

"Do you want to dance? I love this song," Stiles said, tapping his foot as he was excited to hear an indie song in this club. They would usually play house music or top 20 songs.

"I'm not much of a dancer,"

"C'mon," Stiles whined.

"I said no," Matt snapped, and Stiles flinched.

"Fine, I will just dance alone," Stiles shrugged, angering Matt more. He went to the middle of the dance floor, and of course, guys gathered around him, the bouncing twink grinding up on him. This only angered Matt more, thinking Stiles was purposely going to piss him off. Stiles thought Matt was a jerk and didn't mind dancing with other guys. He was just about to ditch him anyway.

Sometimes the bond between Matt and his creature was too bonded. His creature would do things to appease him without being told. The Kanima shut off all the lights and jumped down, nabbing Stiles. He had sunk a poison-drenched talon in Stiles' neck so he couldn't scream or fight back. Matt smirked at the Kanima as he could see the reptile's silhouette. He reached out his hand, and the reptile tossed him the keys to Roscoe.

Matt drove to the burned-down Hale House he had been staying at ever since he had met the Kanima. He talked to Jackson in this state. The rich boy told him about everything, about the Hale House and the Attacks a couple of years ago, and that Scott and Stiles were always in the middle of everything.

He had always wanted Stiles. Scott didn't appreciate just how good of a person Stiles was, so that he would take it. He didn't see why he couldn't. The Kanima had gotten him everything he wanted up to this point.

Matt walked into the basement where all the hunters had set up their interrogation shit, chuckling as Stiles' eyes were wide as the Kanima was hooking him up to the restraint. The kanima wanted Stiles to thrash around and scream, so he started sucking the venom out of his neck.