Isaac was sat on his bed, you straddling his waist as you rocked your hips against his.
You pulled at his hair as melded together, you moaning his name.
Suddenly his bedroom door opened, causing you both to cease your actions.
"Oh.. shit... sorry Isaac."
Stiles flushed dropping the paper plate he held with two slices of pizza.
He turned around, leaving the door wide open as he ran back downstairs.
"No Scott, he doesn't want any food!" you could both hear him yell at your boyfriend's roommate.
"No. He's not sick!!!" Stiles exclaimed as you and Isaac laughed.
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