Faerie Guardian | Stiles x reader

4-Obsessive

The next day Sloan felt sticky. She looks under her covers and whimpers when she notices she must have had another wet dream last night; she does this a lot. Hence she likes to sleep in her treehouse so she doesn't have to lie to her father saying she had a nightmare: It was embarrassing the first time and she didn't want to don't again.

Much to her displeasure, she had to get ready for school. She climbs onto the branch and climbs into the upper level of the house into her bedroom. She speedily got ready, putting on a green dress. It had a v-neck so she couldn't necessarily wear a bra, she didn't mind.

Soon she was at school; Dad had driven her. She walked the halls and found Lydia. "Girl, I have shit to tell you that happened yesterday," she squeals. Lydia perks up and eyes her with excitement. "Who did you dress up for?- Anyways, Spill!"

Sloan told her all that happened the day prior and now they were giggling and jumping with joy as they talked about Stiles. Lydia was so proud of her; Sloan knew because she told her numerous times.

"What are you two giggling about?" Stiles asks as he rounds the corner. Scott had a smirk on his face and Sloan warned him with her eyes. Scott puts his hands up and zips his lips.

"Nothing to worry your little head about," Sloan shrugs. Stiles speaks and digs in his pockets. "You left your phone in the bushes," Stiles states. Then Malia pops up with a nasty scowl on her face.

Sloan groans internally. "Thank you! How's your mother's flowers? Are they blooming yet?" Hopefully, this would shut Malia's annoying scowl up, Sloan thought.

Stiles then beams and pulls out his phone; he shows her the big beautiful roses that are starting to bloom. Sloan jumps with joy causing Stiles's eyes to flicker to her bouncing breasts. Stiles shows her more to distract himself from her soft-looking balls of flesh.

The interaction caused Malia to roll her eyes. Sloan sees and glares at her. "Why are you in such a mood all the time? He's showing me his mother's flowers for god's sake and you're over there being a grouchy Larry!" Sloan yells at her. Stiles' eyes bulge and his arousal only intensifies when she shoves him behind her... Especially when she raised her voice.

"Because you've only been around for a few days and you're already whoring around with him."

"So what? Can't a girl have a friend? You're whore shaming me: Accusations! It's rather a compliment being called a whore when you use it that way! Do you think that I'm that attractive?" Sloan bites back. Sloan's eyes were fiercer than ever; If looks could kill...

Malia rolls her eyes and growls at her. Her eyes now turn a shiny glint of blue. Sloan takes a step forward: She wasn't afraid. Sloan's eyes start to burn, but she doesn't care: Malia is rather abrasive.

Scott then wraps his arms around Malia and pulls her back. Stiles does the same to Sloan. Sloan relaxes in Stiles' arms but leaves her glare on the coyote. Then she gets a whisper in her ear. "Your eyes are glowing green; Calm down!" Sloan's seething slowly turns into calm breathing. She takes a deep respire. 

Stiles' arms were still wrapped around her: His hands on her shoulders and under her arms. Her small hands travel to his hands and she holds them, still glaring at the coyote having trouble controlling herself. She removes Stiles from her person and crosses her arms. "Just leave him alone already, Malia; It's been five months for fucks sake- are you that obsessive?"

"It's been two days: Are you that much of a whore?"

"Right; It's been two days. Are you that obsessed with a man who doesn't even want you to jump to assumptions?"

Then Scott promptly pulled Malia away while she was struggling to come at Sloan. Stiles pulled Sloan behind her just in case, his hand protecting holding her waist. He could feel her underwear through her thin dress. He laces his hand under them, the green cloth going under her laced underwear on purpose- as so the pull of her body into his.

The bell rang and they were forced to go to class. Stiles' hand never leaves her hip as she coincidentally had the first 4 classes with her. Lydia had the first class with them: English class: Sloan's favorite.

The two redhead girls sat with the hyper-sexual man: Who still had his hand on Sloan. But this time it was on her thigh, softly kneading the pudgy flesh. She didn't mind, as she was already comfortable with his touches. But she did notice that with his touch he had a consistent arousal smell radiating from her pores; as did she.

The triad had a group project so they were working on that. All the while they discussed their chosen topic which happened to the Norse Paganism: A religion before Christianity, thus the word Pagan... Stiles never removed his hand. Sloan took charge of the topic due to her knowing various details on it.

They were supposed to talk about Norse Mythology but she decided to change it up a bit and talked about the religion which was the same thing... Almost.

"So Loki is genderfluid?" Stiles asks trying to understand what Sloan is talking about.

Sloan's brows were raised in excitement as she rambled about the topic. "Yeah, pretty much... According to numerous Lokeans: Those who worship only Loki." Sloan was bouncing her legs in excitement, his hand slowly going up as it bounced. "Also: my ex-friend, who is a lokean... We fell apart don't worry... He said that Loki uses She/They/He pronouns which is so cool!"

Lydia smiles at her excitement and shows her something that they could use on the laptop. Sloan bounced with joy when she saw the artwork of an accurate representation of Thor: He had a round stomach and had long red hair that was braided.

Stiles liked it when she was excited because she would bounce; Thus making her c-cupped breast jiggle. He made measurements with his eyes so knew the cup; He could thank his extensive love for research for that one.

Stiles also couldn't help but notice that her nipples were now hard against her satin green flowy dress as she talked to Lydia. His eyes flickered to the buttons on her chest as he bit and licked his lips in yen for her. He wanted to know how they felt in his hands or his mouth; especially his mouth. He wanted to suck on them, bite them as she did whatever she wanted to do. He wouldn't complain if only he could have her tits in his mouth.

He didn't know he was much of a boob's man but when Sloan came around in that forest, her body twisting as she changed forms: he knew. He knew that he had such a strong appetite to see her tits again. And right now, he was happy- rhapsodic.

She let him touch her thighs maybe she would let him touch her-

"Stiles!" Sloan whispers and yells as she slaps his chest. She then leans into his ear and begins to whisper something. "Your arousal is getting stronger: It's distracting."

Stiles blushes hard, his whole body feeling like a hot stove. "Sorry, mama," he grumbles under his breath. He then smirks at her and she tilts her head at the name. Two can play that game, Sloan thought.

"Come on, Daddy; We have to get this finished," Sloan whispers. His eyes bulge before he recovers himself by gripping her thigh hard to anchor himself.

Maybe she would consider letting her hold his breast if she called him that, Stiles thought with a sly grin.

Started: 12/15/23-12/16/23
Last edited: 12/16/23
Published: 12/16/23