"Beating yourself up over it isn't going to help, Stiles." I lightly rubbed my boyfriends back, trying to relieve the tension.
He stood in front of his wall, his brow furrowed and his eyes focused. "I can't give up, Y/N, if I can help save someone then I'm going to do whatever I can." He muttered.
I forced his caramel eyes to look at me, my small hands cupping his cheek. "You need to take some chill time." I told him, looking into his eyes and fighting the earge to get lost in them.
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Suddenly, an idea dawned on me. I leant in close to his ear and whispered seductively, "Let me take your stress away." I gave him a moment to take in my words before gently pressing my lips to his.
Stiles was hesitant at first but soon gave in to the kiss, moving his lips in synchronization with mine. I ran my fingers through his hair, like silk benieth my finger tips, which caused his trapped hunger to be released.
Stiles slid his hands down my side's and over my bum, squeezing lightly, before gripping the back of my thighs. He hoisted me up so my legs were wrapped around his waist before pushing me against the wall.
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Our kiss continued but with a few upgrades. Our tongues were now battling for dominance as he ground his hips into mine.
I pulled my lips from him, breathing heavily on his cheek from the friction between my thighs. The heat between us was immense as he held my hips, walking us over to his double bed and dropping us down. My legs loosened their grip around him, now just at his side's with my knees bent.
Stiles sat up, took off his shirt and through it across the room. His shirt landed on his desk chair but he didn't notice as he rolled back down, his lips connecting with mine again.
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Wasting no time, Stiles ripped down the middle of my shirt, (admittedly it was his shirt.) And down the arms, pulling it off me completely.
I could feel his smirk on my lips as his hands explored my body and discovered that I wasn't wearing a bra.
My bronze haired boyfriend began to his down my jawline, towards my neck. My fingers tangled themselves in his hair and lightly pulled, earning a low groan from him. I was sure he could hear my heart beat, even though he wasn't a super natural being.
He kissed down the valley of my breasts, lightly squeezing them on his way, and found himself at the waist band of my shorts.
Shimmying out of his lacrosse shorts, I could see the lust in Stiles' eyes. They were darker
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than their usual dreamy colour and his cheeks were a light pink shade.
I leant up on my elbows to see him more clearly, now out of his boxers too and pulling down my shorts.
When we were both entirely naked, Stiles leant down to kiss my lips again, he kissed his way to my ear love. Biting gently, he whispers "Baby girl, I am going to wreck you."
