TEEN WOLF EROTIC ONE SHOTS

Jackson and I

The entire pack decided to hang out at my house tonight. With hunters, Alpha werewolves, and whatever the hell else on our tails, we decided it was best to stick together as much as possible. After a night of movies, truth or dare, spin the bottle, and lots of alcohol (good thing werewolves can't get drunk.) everyone fell asleep. An hour later I woke them up because my mom would be home from her night shift in a while.

Stiles and Derek drove together. So did Scott and Allison. Lydia decided she wanted to stay at home because she was "perfectly capable of protecting herself". Pshh, year right. Prom Queen.

While everyone gathered their belongings and left, I cleaned up the mess and prepared for bed. Hearing a racket downstairs I assumed my mom had arrived and went down to greet her. "Mom?" I called out looking around the house. No answer. Walking into the kitchen, I saw someone bent over rummaging through the fridge "Mom?" I asked again, picking up an apple from the fruit bowl to launch if it wasn't my mom. Apples, great choice of weapon.

The person stood up. It definitely wasn't my mom. I launched the apple, aiming it at their head. As the apple was in mid flight, seconds from hitting them. I noticed it was Jackson and panic rushed over me. "DUCK!" I screamed, covering my eyes afterward in case he didn't get out of the way in time.

There was a small thump. Too soft to be that of an apple hitting someone's head. I looked up to see him with the apple in his hand, mere millimeters from his face. "What are you still doing here? Everyone left a while ago." I sigh at the relief of not having a murderer in my house. "Yeah..I forgot to tell you. I'm staying the night." He let out his signature smirk and took a bite out of the apple that not so long ago posed a threat to his beautiful face.

"What? No you're not. You have to leave." I demanded, crossing my arms. "Please?" He asked bluntly without the slightest bit of sincerity in his voice, as if he knew I was gonna cave. "No." I raised my chin as a sign of my mind being made.

He sighed and rubbed his face. "Okay. I got into a fight with my parents. I don't wanna go back home yet. Let me stay..just until tomorrow morning." His eyes grew soft, showing true desperation and sincerity. No one has ever seen Jackson like this. He really doesn't wanna go.

I let out a sigh of my own and marched down the hall to a closet, pulling out a blanket and an extra pillow and marched back into the kitchen throwing them at him. "You sleep on the couch." I crossed my arms. He just smirked and walked past me with the items in his hand, looking me up and down "I can live with that."

Not even a thank you. Yeah, that's the Jackson I know. "You're welcome" I murmur. On my way back to my room, I pass the living room to see him looking at me with a bored look on his face. "Join me, loser." He says playfully, patting the empty spot next to him. I look at the digital clock on the table next to the couch. 11:47. My mom doesn't get off til 12 and the car ride back up here is at least thirty minutes. I've got time.

I sit down next to him uncomfortably because of the silence between us. After a few minutes I loosen up and focus on the television. A random show is playing but the characters are so hot.

"That guy could do what he wanted with me anytime." I say in a playful seductive voice, making both Jackson and I snort and laugh. "Oh please. He's not nearly as hot as me." Jackson looks at me, making a supermodel face. "Spare me!" I yell laughing. "He's 100x hotter than you!" I was just yanking his chain. I don't think I've ever met someone hotter than Jackson. Girl or guy, for that matter.

Jackson gets a serious look. "Aww. Did I bruise the baby's ego?" I ask pinching his cheeks and chuckling. "Admit I'm hotter than him" he says in a seductive demanding tone. "What? No." I smile nervously. "Say it." He turns to face me on the couch, grabbing the remote and switching off the television. This has us submerged in almost complete darkness, the only light illuminating from the kitchen. It was enough to see him perfectly. What was happening?