Teen wolf x reader smut and fluff

Theo Raeken Smut

not mine

"Tell me again why I agreed to come here?"

Lydia sighed dramatically before offering you an unsatisfied smile, linking arms with you.

"Because it's going to be fun."

She looked amazing tonight; Lydia wore a dark-blue dress that made her look slightly taller and accentuated her curves just in the right spots, her strawberry-blonde hair was falling naturally down her shoulders, and her high heels were so high you felt dizzy just by looking at them.

Beside someone as stunning as your best friend, you couldn't help but feel a little invisible with your simple choice of clothes: instead of a dress or a skirt, you wore tight black shorts and a red top that exposed just the right amount of your skin. You decided to let your hair fall down to your back as well and — unlike Lydia — was barely using any makeup. You knew you looked beautiful, but maybe you should have left Lydia choose your clothes as she insisted earlier.

Lydia practically dragged you to some nightclub, no matter how much you complained about it. She was your best friend after all; she knew how much you have been through and was determined to make you loosen up a little, neither you wanted it or not.

In that night in special, the nightclub seemed full and... mysterious. With almost all the lights off, there was practically only one source of illumination in the dance floor, which was coming from the equipment of the DJ, making it hard to see people's faces or what they were doing in the crowd. You could barely see silhouettes dancing and making out here and there, enjoying the feeling of privacy as they moved their bodies in the rhythm of the song.

"Well..." Lydia started, her green eyes shining with interest on something, or someone, behind you. "I think this night is going to be good. Do you want to dance?"

You shook your head negatively, didn't feeling like dancing at the moment. Lydia would probably just disappear with some random good-looking guy, anyway.

"Not really, but you can go," you replied, not wanting to be a burden on her night, but Lydia just stared at you suspiciously. "Seriously, I'm fine. I'll just go get a drink."

She seemed unsatisfied, but nodded anyhow.

"Whatever, just go dance afterwards, ok? I will wait for you there."

Before you could even think on declining, Lydia was already making her way towards the crowd of hormonal teenagers moving on the dance floor, leaving no time for a single word.

"Don't disappear!" you shouted above your shoulder, unsure if she heard you or not.

Unaware of the looks on you, you slowly approached the bar, noticing that the bartender wasn't too older than you, unexpectedly. He sent you a weird look when you handed him the money and ordered the first alcoholic thing that came to your mind, but you just ignored his expression, sitting patiently to wait while he worked on the other side of the counter.

You didn't usually drank anything alcoholic; it was, in fact, something pretty rare to happen, but was also one easy way for you to feel more confident sometimes, especially at parties full of strangers. You was certainly not going to get drunk anytime soon though; all the memories from the last time you drank too much were still embarrassing you as hell. That story that drunk people did not remember what they had done was bullshit. You even had to avoid Theo for the past week in order not to die of awkwardness. Seriously.

"Here."

You grabbed your drink instantly when the bartender put it in front of you, desperate to push away the boredom that was starting to take over your body. Just as you was about to take the first very craved sip of your drink, someone stole the cup from your hands, too quickly for you to even react.