Teen wolf x reader smut and fluff

Coach finstock smut

Not mine

The decision to return to my old stomping grounds had not been a difficult one. After graduating from college and applying for the job, I was excited to hear back almost immediately with an offer. Beacon Hills High was comfortable and familiar, something that I felt would be good for me to start out my career with. 

Since I had graduated several years ago, I didn't know any of the students. A couple younger siblings bore resemblances to kids that I had attended school with, and most of the staff was still there from my high school days, so it was like a not-so-fresh fresh start.

The position was easy enough, heading up the school paper and news website. It was like being an editor, only my authors and photographers were high school kids. I enjoyed the work, which was all that really mattered.

Plus, it was rather cool to now be able to hang out in the teacher's lounge that had been forbidden when I was a student.

Especially when Coach Finstock was in there.

Coach had been one of my favorite teachers back when I attended. He was relatively young and I was always entertained by how he interacted with the students. I strove to do well in his classes, taking a bit of an extra step to study for tests and make sure my homework was done on time.

Of course, nothing had been going on between us back then. Hell, he probably had barely known I existed. Not that it was really all that different now, other than the fact that I was sure he knew my name. We talked in passing, our conversations always engaging. The occasional flirtatious quip would slip in there sometimes, but it was completely harmless.

Unfortunately.

"Ready for the big game tonight, Coach?" I asked, plopping into a chair across from him. It looked like he had been going over some sort of game play book.

"Unless the boys want me to kick their asses for losing to Davenport again then they'll be just fine," he mumbled, not even bothering to glance up at me. I pursed my lips and nodded, putting my feet up on the chair next to his.

"So, you're pretty confident in winning then?" He looked up at me then, a smirk on his face.

"I'm always confident, sweetheart." I felt the blush rise to my cheeks, trying to hold his gaze with a grin of my own and failing after a few seconds.

"Well, good luck. I'm sure the team will do great." I stood to go, making a mental checklist of everything I still needed to do before the end of the day.

"You aren't coming tonight, Y/L/N?" he asked. Did I hear a bit of disappointment in his tone? I shook my head in response, waiting to see if he would push it further, but he didn't. He turned back to his playbook and I started for the door, my phone letting out a shrill ding stopping me in my tracks.

"Damn it," I mumbled under my breath as I read the message, catching Coach's attention again. "Well," I sighed. "I guess I will be coming to the game tonight. The girl that was supposed to cover it for the paper is out sick today and I don't have anyone else that can do it last minute, so I guess I'll just have to take her place."

"You better dress warm," Coach said, smirking up at me. I rolled my eyes playfully.

"I hope that confidence pays off tonight, Bobby," I threw over my shoulder.

I arrived just before the game started, the school's camera in hand and a notepad tucked under my arm. I had taken some extra time to get ready before leaving, a shameless attempt to try and catch Bobby's eye a little more than usual. My hair was loosely curled, make up touched up, leggings and a sweater paired with boots and a beanie my choice of clothing for the night.