Teen Wolf Mature Content Drabbles

Now With More Dream Footjobs (Stisaac)

Stiles was the worst sleeper, Isaac had to realize. He wasn't one for bed sharing, he liked being able to stretch as much as he wanted since he was used to be being cramped up in a small, tight space. But, at least according to Stiles, boyfriends share beds. Stiles didn't warn him that he was the worst person to person to spend the night with. Besides, the enjoyment of going to sleep cuddled up with Stiles. Which was nice, but Isaac thought they would do that for a few minutes before they went to their respected sides of the bed. That was not the case.

After a few minutes of syrupy kisses, lazily back rubs, and then an argument over nothing because they're Stiles and Isaac, Stiles is crushing Isaac to the bed. The bed is big enough for both of them to have their own sides, but Stiles has commandeered the middle and the side that Isaac was using. He's snoring quietly against his neck, and Isaac pushes Stiles' off so he can curl up. Stiles makes noises of protest, and he goes back to sleep. Isaac yawns once as he curls back up, content to have Stiles just in the room, and he shuts his eyes tightly.

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Isaac wakes up when he feels a foot shoving under his armpit, and he wakes up to find that Stiles is sleep upside down on the bed. He's fast asleep, his feet kick slightly like he's having some twisted puppy dreams, and Isaac groans as he rubs his eyes. "Stiles. Wake up." Isaac rasps out, pressing his foot against Stiles' belly. Stiles huffs in his sleep, but snores at him in answer. Isaac moves his barefoot against Stiles' boxer covered crotch, and he presses lightly against him to wake him up. Stiles groans at him as he spreads his legs open more, and Isaac rolls his eyes as he presses his foot against him again.

"Is." Stiles slurs, still dreaming as he cups Isaac's foot against his crotch. Isaac can feel that he's hard, and he rolls his eyes into his head. Of course, Stiles would be turned on by this, and he presses hard to get Stiles to wake up but it doesn't work. Stiles just moans, and his hips spasm forward to rock against his foot.

"You are ridiculous." Isaac declares, turning on his back as he rubs his foot over Stiles' boxers. Stiles sighs out in answer as he continues rocking against him, and Isaac is never doing this outside of this situation. Once Stiles starts breathing heavy, Isaac sits up and reaches into his boxers to finish him off.

Stiles comes after a few strokes, and he blinks his eyes open. "Oh, hey, baby." Stiles slurs, his voice rough with sleep. "Am I upside down?" Stiles says, sitting up and lying down next to Isaac. He gives Isaac a sleepy smile, throwing his arm over his waist, and Isaac wipes his hand on Stiles' shirt before he goes to sleep.

This isn't so bad, Isaac thinks.

*foot fetish is not my thing. I live by the tag generator*