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❪"You're my biggest weakness and strength."❫
━━━━━━ by k.stilinski
Season 3-4
Please don't copyright, it may suck but it is mine x
Disclaimer; I do not own Teen wolf except for my OC's x
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Stiles didn't think it would be obvious, it wasn't always obvious when someone had sex. He couldn't really tell when Allison and Scott finished doing their shit, only when the vampire used to complain about the smell, so there was no way anyone would know that he had sex.
He wasn't ashamed, far from it. He woke up with a smile on his face, but it quickly turned into a frown once he realised he woke up in bed alone. He would have liked to say he was surprised but he wasn't, it almost felt like a dream, he would have believed it was a dream if he didn't wake up naked and feeling drained.
So no he wasn't ashamed but he didn't want a certain alpha to question him. So he showered, twice-- just to be on the safe side.
"Is that... a bite mark!!?" Stiles' eyes widened from his best friend's question as he covered his neck with his hand, "Erm, no?"
"Stiles, please tell me you didn't do what I think you did?" The young Stilinski pursed his lips as he and Scott stopped their movements on the stairs towards school.
Scott's eyes widened as he came to a conclusion, "Wait, did she compel you--"
"What!? No, okay, listen-- sometimes when we have sex she would drink from me and I let her last night--"
"Wait! You guys had sex!?" Scott said with disbelief as he stared at the human in front of him.
"Why is that surprising?"
"Because she turned it off-- why would you even--"
"Well, one I was thinking with the wrong head clearly, and two, don't go pointing the fingers at me when you've had sex with Allison days after she's tried to kill you. Also, it was great sex so I'm not even going to justify it with an answer." Stiles said as he continued to walk up the stairs leaving the young alpha behind him with a shocked look on his face.
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Malia's brows furrowed as she was looking down at her history book, which was currently covered in red highlights, she looked beside her and noticed the yellow and green pens were nowhere to be seen in her textbook.
Red was things she didn't understand, that's what the older blonde taught her. Céleste Alariè was a very organised woman, Malia didn't know how she did it—but to the werecoyote, she had only been a 17-year-old girl for so long, she still didn't understand many things-- hence the red in her textbooks.
The young girl was too busy colouring in her words that she didn't hear the question Kira's dad has asked. "Malia." The brunette blinked up at the man innocently, the highlighter in her mouth. She didn't know what he was talking about to appease him she began flicking through her book.
