Faerie Guardian | Stiles x reader

3-Favor+Teasings

After school, Sloan went back into the forest. Habitually she ended up in the forest. So much: she made a tree house. She worked hard for the treehouse to get it the way she wanted; Bookshelves, a table, a study desk, a love sac, even a twin-sized mattress! It was perfect; she adored it- she was super proud of her tree. It was more like her bedroom if anything. She barely was in the house...

Sloan pulled out of her thoughts with a ding of her phone. She turns down her music and clicks on the owner's name: Stiles.

"Hey! I was thinking about questions and I have a few! How does your root-controlling thing work? Is it only roots? Can you grow things like flowers? If so please grow my rose bush because That's the last thing my mother planted and Dad wants them to stay badly."

Sloan chuckles at the voice message. For some reason, she expected him to send voice messages instead. She then responds with one of her own as she plopped on her lovesac next to her bookshelf. "It's anything that can grow, nature-wise. I can control the movement of trees better, though... And I would love to grow the bush but I don't have your address- When do you want me to fix them up for you?" 

Stiles immediately responds with not a voice message but his address. It wasn't that far! She could get there through the forest quickly. So, she decided to run; She missed running: It calmed her. She soon arrived, not one drop of sweat on her body due to her having heightened senses. She knocked on the door and an older man opened the door: Noah Stilinski.

"Hello, my name is Sloan... I'm here for Stiles," Sloan says with a shy voice. Noah gave her a quizzical look and glanced behind him. Stiles came around the hallway corner putting on a shirt. Stiles squeaks and pulls his shirt down. Noah eyes the two of them and shakes his head. "Is this the faerie you talked about?" Noah asks. Sloan's eyes bulge out of her skull and Stiles winks at her which makes her blush. 

Stiles jogs to her and pulls her into a hug which makes the situation worse. Why was he hugging her, she asked herself. She pushes him off with a polite smile and drags him out while Noah closes the door to let them do whatever they want. "Why'd you hug me?" Stiles gave her a dumbfounded look. "Because you're doing me a favor! Now do your magic!" he yelps pointing to the bush. Sloan nods and salutes before kneeling to the bush. She sticks her hand into it, grasping ahold of the bush. The bush started to look more vigorous the longer she gripped the bush. The flowers began to bloom- The vigor spreading to the other bushes. 

Stiles gaped at her as she kneeled. he wished he hadn't worn the grey sweatpants that he wore today. Not with her kneeling like that. She was on both of her knees, one hand dipped into the soil with the other holding onto the middle of the bush. Her back was arched as her hair splattered her back, and some of the strands fell off. She wore a crop top and shorts so he had the perfect view of her skin; Especially her round ass that he couldn't help but stare at. It made his pants situation worse.

When she came back she turned and looked at him. Her eyes landed on the situation in his pants and she chuckled at him. "You're the horniest mother fucker I've ever met," She grumbles. She had dirt on her hands and knees. She didn't mean to say it aloud but there is no going back now. Stiles smirks at her and restrains from palming himself. She was still on her knees, their eyes staring into each other. Stiles' eyes litter her body, examining her busty breasts a bit longer than he should have. Stiles then groans and pulls her up. "I suggest staying at eye level."  

Stiles then pulls her to the back of his house near a shed. There was a tree that looked to struggling to grow. It had a few leaves only, which was strange because it was summer. Sloan kneels once more and plants one hand in the dry soil. No wonder why the poor tree was struggling... She decided it was best to move the tree to a different spot. She looks around for anyone and sighs when she realizes that Stiles' looked to have no neighbors as they were pretty much secluded. Then the skinny tree starts moving behind the shed close to a pond. 

Stiles once again was gawking at her. He followed her as the tree started to move behind the shed. Once she is done she looks up to Stiles with an innocent smile. He looks down at her, "What did I say about eye level?" He growls. Sloan rolls her eyes and gestures to the tree with a scowl on her face. She also had slick in her panties that were starting to become a problem.

"I just did you a favor! I don't need your attitude!" 

Stiles takes a step toward her and wipes the dirt off her face with his thumb. He could feel his dick twitch against his soft sweatpants. Sloan's eyes flicker to his pants and she quickly stands up and turns to look at the tree. There was no way he was that big, she thought. She clenched her thighs against her own accord. Stiles seems to catch the action and slithers his hand around her waist. "How can I repay you?" He whispers suggestively into her ear. Sloan was tempted to do her famous move, which was an elbow to the nose. But with his hard-on pressed against her ass, she was stunted. "You don't have to repay me..." She squeakily stuttered. His hand slithered to the front of her shorts, playing with the hem of them. "Oh, I think I do," He says in a sultry voice. 

Sloan then does her famous move out of panic but she misses and hits his cheek. He groans and holds his face, "Yeah, deserved that." She pushes him against the shed, roots coming from the ground to keep him there. "You kind of did, Daddy," She whispers to tease him. She had no idea what she was doing but his arousal was so sweet- it was overwhelming. It was like the only thing her mind could focus on at this point. And it increases when she calls him the sinful name. She drops to her knees and looks up to him and he looks down at her with needy eyes. He had a bruise forming on his cheek as well and his lip looked like it was busted. She could smell his blood and could tell he had Adderall earlier that day. He thrusts his hips in an attempt to get out of her restricting roots. She then plays with the hem of his pants, she stretches it and releases it so it slaps against his low waist. He lets out a guttural growl. She stands up and winks at him, salutes at him, and trots away. "Good luck with that, Daddy!" she giggles as she begins to run her way back home. 

Written: 12/14/23
Last edited: 12/16/23
Published: 12/14/23