*I'm sorry for all the smut recently. It's just so fun to write and my best ideas come with in something sexual. For all the younger readers, I will have more fluff coming soon* Also I think this is 13+. I chose to stay with minor detail.
Scott: in a pool.
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The heat in Beacon Hills during the summer was outrageous. It was the time you hated the most. Everything was dry and dead. The only way to cool off was at the very public, and very popular, local swimming pool. Scott decided it would be a fun activity for you two to sneak into the pool during its off hours. You easily could have been caught and probably prosecuted for such things but you decided to anyway. When you go there, you hopped the fence and laid your towel on a beach chair by your side. Scott copied your movement. You shimmed out of your tank top and shorts and dove into the cooled water. When you came up, Scott was looking at you in awe. He was fascinated with you and you loved how he worshiped you.
"Get in doofus." You called, doggy paddling towards the wall. He cannonballed in and ended up against the wall with you. His eyes connected with yours. His hands wrapped themselves around your waist, pulling you close to his body. Seconds of staring finally passed when your lips leaned in and connected with his. That sex was the absolute best for you.
Stiles: in a office.
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"Stilinski." You eyed the boy who was standing in front of you. Stiles had asked you to the Beacon Hills High dance and you accepted, gladly. When you saw him, you didn't believe your eyes. He looked perfect in a suit. He escorted you down to the school, where the party was just getting started. Music blasted through the halls that the students without dates stood in. You and stilinski hit the dance floor and quickly. Your body ended up against his as your hips swayed with his. You knew what you wanted, but only if he did too. You grabbed his hand, taking it in yours as you two swayed to the song that raged out of the speakers.
"Let's get out of here. I know a place." Stiles managed to spit out before you could edge on. You smirked, nodding. Not letting go of your had, stiles pushed through the crowd. You got back into the halls and marched down the long corridor, stopping to kiss stiles every couple minutes. Stiles grabbed a door knob, pushing it open to reveal coach's office. You skipped over, pushing the stuff off and connecting your lips back with his. It was the most risky, sexy night ever.Â
Derek: in a public bathroom.
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Derek had taken you out to a fancy restaurant for a fancy dinner date. He knew you missed him while he was busy with the Beacon Hills gang so he wanted to make it up to you. You were sitting at the table, eating your final bites of well done steak when Derek's hand interwoven with yours. His eyes were dark, full of lust. Something you haven't seen for quiet a bit.
"Meet me in the bathroom in five." Words sped out his lips and into your ears. You were surprised he would take such a risk but enjoyed the rush. He left, leaving you time to eat and get up to go. When you got in the bathroom, you locked the door. Derek had came from a stall and had immediately attracted your lips. He picked you up and carried you into a stall. That night was surely, a night to remember.
Isaac: under the table.
It was the end of the year, Beacon Hills Honour Roll Award Dinner. Only the best of the best students in Beacon Hills, and their families were invited. You obviously took your family, and Isaac, who was also a honour roll student. When you got there, you sat down at the large table for maybe about 25. Your family and three other families had arrived. It wasn't until half way through the night, when Isaac's hand caressed your thigh. You pushed it away, pretty annoyed the first time, but the second time it got to you. You wanted pay back and accidentally slipped and spilt your glass of water.
"Oh my goodness. I'm so sorry, let me clean it up." Your mother insisted she help you but you denied. You grabbed your napkin and slid under the table. In one quick motion your body ended up between Isaac's legs and you slowly undid his zipper. P
