Teen wolf x reader smut and fluff

Coach finstock smut

Not mine

"You know, I like to go home after practice. I'm stuck in this hell hole for seven hours a day already. I need a drink and some trash tv," Coach Finstock called as he made his way over to the bleachers where I sat, perched and waiting for him. A grin turned up the corners of my lips at his words.

"So, are you just perpetually angry?" I asked jokingly, watching as he climbed the metal benches and sat next to me, biting my lip as I studied every inch of lean body.

"Don't ask stupid questions, Y/L/N," he grumbled before finally turning to me and meeting my gaze. I was leaning back, my hands braced behind me, my torso on full display. His eyes raked my body, his mouth actually forming a small smile.

"See something you like?" I used my best innocent-yet-sexy voice, shimmying my shoulders a bit and throwing him a wink. Coach's gaze stayed locked on the swell of my breasts as he answered.

"I thought I already told you not to ask stupid questions." I couldn't help the snort that left my mouth as I adjusted, sitting up and cracking out the kinks in my neck. Coach cleared his throat, shaking his head a bit before finally raising his eyes to my own. "So what do you want?" I chuckled at his suddenly bitter tone.

"I just wanted to talk," I told him. "Catch up. Figured it would do us well since we'll be spending so much time together. After all, I am your new assistant coach."

"So I heard," he mumbled, rolling his eyes as he gazed out on the field. "We could have done this on paid time, Y/N." Coach gave me that look that said, 'so tell me why you're really here', making me grin.

"Alright, alright, you caught me," I admitted, raising my hands in mock surrender, a devious smile on my lips. "Maybe I didn't want to do it on paid time because I wanted to see where exactly we stood." My voice had turned into a low purr as I leaned in, my lips lightly brushing Coach's ear while my hand came to rest high up on his thigh. I saw him swallow hard, his composure faltering just as it always did under my touch.

"We have a strictly professional relationship, Miss Y/L/N," he said, his voice shaking a bit as I ran my nose over the shell of his ear, tiny goosebumps erupting on his skin at the contact.

"Oh, but that's no fun," I whined, drawing the lobe of his ear between my lips. I heard him let out a strangled groan, his eyes fluttering shut.

"You can't even legally drink," he muttered, pointing out our age difference. I merely shrugged and pulled back a bit from his body.

"Only a few more months and you can't use that excuse anymore," I countered. "Besides, nobody would have to know. We'd be careful." I whispered that last few words, my fingers skimming dangerously high on his leg, kneading the muscled flesh there. I could see his resolve cracking, slowly but surely.

"Things tend to get out in towns like this. I would lose my job, and so would you."

"You hate teaching anyway," I pointed out. "Besides, nobody found out about all the times before. When you just couldn't take it anymore and you finally fucked me up against the door to your office after practice. Or when you took me from behind in the showers. They don't know about all the times I sucked you off during my free period, or when you sprawled me over your desk and ate me like I was your last goddamn meal. And I was just a little ole Senior then."

"Fuck," Coach breathed, his eyes closing as my words washed over him. I finally snaked my hands to the band of his track pants, the bulge extremely apparent. Moving down to the row in front of him, I kept talking and working.

"Didn't you miss me?" I asked, my voice low and seductive. "It's been two long years, Coach."

"Oh, trust me, sweetheart, I know exactly how long it's been," he said, eyes opening to meet mine just as I pulled him free of his fabric confines, biting my lip and looking up at him.