- Scott and Stiles only -
- for mature people only - 15+-
Scott
The hospital was dead silent. Scott, Allison, Lydia and Stiles all stood side by side, leaving you to follow behind, shortly. Jennifer Blake was on the loose, running around Beacon Hills Hospital. The pack ran down the halls, twisting around the corridors. You all came to a stop, a short distance away from the elevator. You noticed everyone staring for quiet a bit. You looked at your boyfriend, Scott and saw the terror in his face. As you glued your eyes to him, you glimpsed slightly down and watch Allison tangle her hand in Scotts. You scoffed quietly, rolling your eyes. The elevator opened rapidly, revealing Derek and Isaac. The fear wave washed over everyone. Allison still gripped onto Scott's hand, making your insides sicken.
"Scott, hun, may I have a quick word with you?" You politely interrupted erupt of chatter. He looked honestly dumbfounded. You marched down the corridor and into a empty hospital room. Scott was on your trail.
"What's up baby?" He leaned on the door, shutting it quietly. "We have to hurry and get back out there. Jennifer could be anywhere." He nudged towards the group outside the window. You grabbed the strings to the curtains, lowering them.
"You messed up, McCall." Your fingers danced along the windowsill. He watched you, curiously.
"Excuse me? What's wrong?" He remained still against the door.
"I saw you and Ally holding hands. You should have been in the back with me, holding my hand. I am your girlfriend, after all." Your feet glided towards Scott. Covetousness took over your body. When you stood in front of Scott, he seemed guilty. You hated making him feel such a way, but he must realize that he is yours.
"What are you doing Y/N?" He watched your hands transfer from your sides up to his clothed abs. You softly bit on your lower lip, looking up at him.
"Kiss me." You growled promiscuously. He did not even think twice. His lips attached to yours, letting the sexual tension get the best of him. Your tongue slid across his lips, him immediately allowing entrance and then furiously taking over dominance. He quickly flipped you, now being slammed against the think wooden door. His hands roamed your sides, letting goosebumps form. His hand slid up your shirt and onto your bra.
"My favourite." He mumbled into the deep kiss. You couldn't help but rip your shirt off your body and onto the most likely dirty floor. Scott managed to remove his shirt as well. You pushed him onto the hospital bed, allowing your fingers to fidget with the belt buckle and quickly remove his pants. You licked your lips, watching his erection spring free. You pulled lightly on his boxer brief waistband, pulling it down over his knees, exposing himself. You dropped to your knees, letting him adjust his position on the edge of the bed. Your fingers gracefully danced around his dick. Permission was granted to begin to vertically pump your hand. You focused on your hand for a couple of seconds before engulfing the tip into your hallowed cheeks. A soft moan was released from Scott, showing his pure pleasure. You sucked harshly on the tip when Scotts hands wrapped around into your hair.
"Damn Princess." He took the priority of grasping a large amount and pushing down on your head. You take in a lot of his hard dick before gagging slightly on the tip. He pulls your head free, not wanting to cum before anything fun happens. You know stood up, letting Scott do the same. His body immediately connected with yours. His lips intertwine with your neck, letting him feel your pulse. It was racing. His warm hands raced around your back, taking off your bra after few attempts. That left you in just your black, tight tights. Scott pulled away from his sucking on your neck, revealing a dark purple spot that you couldn't see. He grabbed your hips, yanking down your tights to reveal your pink lace thong. His eyes could not stop praising you in the small pair of panties.
