FOR OLDER AUDIENCES PLEASE 16+
Scott: it was a long night. Scott, you and the pack had all been out, fighting the Darach. Scott had taken you back to his house with him, just to relax, get some sleep. He was your best friend and always knew how to calm you down after a long night of fighting the evil in beacon hills. As you walked through the door, you felt Scott's hand grab your arm and spin you around.
"Listen.. y/n." His eyes glistened under the low light that shone from the kitchen. "I need to do this. Tonight." Confused, you looked at him before he could do something. His hands cupped your face, quickly pushing your lips together. After taking a second to realize what was happening, you kissed him back. He slammed you against the wall, his hands slowly removing themselves and reattaching them to your body. You lifted the bottom of his shirt up, letting his gorgeous abs. You pulled away so he could pull the shirt off fully and you took that time to admire him. You never realized how bad you wanted him until this exact moment. You pulled your tank top off quickly, soon to reattach your lips, him directing your bodies to the bedroom. When he crashed through the door, he pushed you on to his bed, pulling your jeans off your legs, leaving your red pair of panties on. He crawled on top of you, planting kisses along your neck, stopping occasionally to mark you. His lips crawled down to your stomach. By now you were a waterfall, waiting for Scott to get down to your throbbing pussy. Eventually, he took the band of your panties, tugging them off. His head was now at your entrance. His tongue plunged into your wet pussy. You threw your head back, releasing a slight gasp. Scott's tongue worked wonders and he played with your clit.
"Scott." You weakly moaned, ready to give into him. He pulled away, licking his lips clean. He lowered his pants and boxers, revealing his hard cock. You gazed at his perfect body.
"Get up." He ordered as he replaced where you laid. "Get on." He requested, you obeying. As you crawled on his dick, he gave you a smirk. You began to bounce, his hand gripped your hips, helping you. You released a moan, Scott threw his head back.
"Holy shit." The mumble escaped his lips. Scott's cock slid in and out of you, making you clench around him, and release. He got you off of him and came on your chest.
"That was so good." You smile, grabbing some tissue to clean yourself up.
"Remarkable." He spoke, breathing heavily.
Stiles: you sat alone in roscoe with your sworn enemy, stiles stilinski. Scott had made you two stay and watch for security outside the school, while the supernatural creatures battled the dread doctors.
"You know I hate you right?" Stiles annoying voice piped up. You rolled your eyes at his remark.
"You know I don't care right?" You mocked him, causing him to scoff. You faced him, only to see his beauty. Yes, he was handsome. Yes, he was sexy. But you hated him. He looked your way, noticing you staring.
"Take a picture. It'll last longer." His eyes darted to meet yours. Before you realized it, you had grabbed his lips with yours. You kissed him roughly, surprisingly he kissed you back. Things got heated fast. He was now sucking and tugging at the skin on your neck. You undid his belt buckle, zipping his zipper down. You pulled his hard dick out from his boxers, letting it spring up. Your hand had met with the shaft, slowly pumping vertically. You leaned over the armrest, slowly connecting your mouth with his tip. Just the feeling your your mouth on his dick caused stiles to groan in satisfaction. You played your tongue along with his tip, until he got impatient. His hand gripped your hair, pushing your head down, taking most of his dick into your mouth. Surprised, you liked the dominant side of stiles stilinski, the annoying human. He controlled how you blew him. He changed the pace, fastening it, causing you to choke a couple times. You slowly danced your tongue around some more, your hand helping what wasn't in your mouth. He ejaculated and you swallowed his load down. As you pulled away, you wiped the extra silva around your mouth on your sweater sleeve, watching stiles reaction.
"Maybe you aren't so bad after all." His face plastered with a sexy smirk.
"Maybe next time we could go further." You mocked him once again, sitting proud, intriguing this handsome boy.
Derek: you had been staying the summer, in beacon hills with your cousin, Lydia. She had taken you under her wing, letting you hang with her and all her friends. While being so close with all them, you developed relationships between all of you, especially Derek Hale. He was so dreamy, and honestly, you couldn't help yourself as you fantasized about the pretty boy. Sadly, he was taken by his beautiful girlfriend. Today, you had done nothing but lay around in the guest bedroom of the Martin household as Lydia said she had important business to take care of. You were scrolling through twitter when Derek's contact appeared on your phone. You answered immediately.
"What do you want Hale?" You snickered. You could hear Derek sigh loudly. "Der? What's wrong?" You changed to serious.
"Braeden left me. She said it was for the best if we split." You could hear his sadness. He was too prideful to cry, but you could hear his pain.
"Oh no she didn't!" You were secretly so happy. "I'll be over in ten." You slammed your phone on the table, getting dressed and sprinting over to Derek's loft. In minutes you had made it, barely sweaty. "Open up pouty!" You hollered, banging on the door. Derek slid the door open, his lips immediately making contact with yours. You, being absolutely stunned, let him. After realizing what was going on you started to kiss him back. It got passionate fast. Derek's hands roamed your side as you unbuttoned the shirt you had on. You exposed yourself and he picked you up, throwing you lightly on the couch. He pulled his shirt over his head, unbuckled his pants and ripped them off. You followed his action by kicking your jeans off, leaving you in your bra and panties.
"God... you're gorgeous." His eyes roamed the little clothing you had on.
"I could say the same." You spoke, mesmerized by his abs. You slowly in clipped your bra, waiting for him to climb on top of you. He did, slowly removing your panties in the process. You tugged at his boxers, removing them. He set up, lining up with your pussy and slowly thrusting into you. He was large. Something you handled, but barely. His thrusts were slow, sensual almost. His lips connected with yours as he motioned into you. After a couple more seconds of getting use to him, he flipped you over, slamming into the back off you, causing a moan to be released. His pace was fast as he had you from behind. His hand reached under you, playing with your clit. You reached your extent and released. He pulled out, releasing into your mouth and on your face.
Isaac: "you're so pretty." Isaac had held you close as he turned on Netflix. You cuddled into his side, letting him get comfortable. He scroll through the movies, picking his favourite, mean girls. Sounds girly, but he loved it. You sat in peace, watching the movie until Isaacs lips parted along your neck, leaving sloppy wet kisses. You blushed, letting him continue while you focused on the movie. It was hard, but not impossible. Isaacs hand slowly drifted down and under your shorts. His cold fingers make contact with your clit as he slowly spun them in a circle. You gave him an evil look, knowing he was doing this on purpose. His fingers did work magic. His lips still pierced your neck and his teeth pulled at the skin. You released the most quietest moan, but it still brought joy to isaacs ears.
"Isaac." You groaned as he fastened his pace, slipping one finger into your wet pussy. This made you tighten around his finger. As he continued, you grinded into his finer, triggering him to add another one. Soon, you were a moaning mess. Isaac had a full on smirk, ready to take you all the way. His thumb too the place of his index finger and he had shoved his third finger inside of you.
"Cum for me." His lips kissed your earlobe as he whispered seductively. You nodded fast, a silent beg for him to continue until you could ride out your orgasm. When he hit a certain spot, you came, all over his hand, which he took into his mouth, slowly sucking on his fingers.
"Oh Isaac." His face danced in a smile.
"My turn?" He winked, questioning. You nodded, grabbing the remote and getting ready to run upstairs.
