Teen wolf x reader smut and fluff

stiles stilinski smut AU

I glance at the front door of Stilinski's office as I make my way up the path. Being here at this god forsaken hour could mean two things: one, another high-profile client decided to make an urgent phone call, or two, Stiles was sabotaging me again.

Working for such a big law firm as Stilinski's had more advantages than I could count. Of course, publicity and getting all the big cases were just a few. The largest disadvantage though - I had to listen to Stiles.

Obnoxious, sarcastic and too good to be true Stiles Stilinski was my boss.

Of course he had been the reason I got hired in the first place. And i only bumped up a few places on the ladder when Stiles took over his dad's firm - that's when the money started rolling in.

"What could be so fucking urgent that it couldn't wait until morning?" I'm already proclaiming my displeasure before I'm fully inside Stilinski's office, the rapping of my heels coming to a halt as the door clicks closed behind me. The rest of the house is eerily quiet, lights turned off as everyone has turned in for the night - but not Stiles.

Stiles doesn't grant me an ounce of attention, his eyes glued to the papers scattered along his desk. It had been a rough week - to say the least.

I let thirty seconds pass before I scrape my throat loudly, my foot tapping against the beautiful marble below my feet.

"What? Oh, sorry. I didn't hear you come in." Stiles apologetically grins before he casts his eyes back to the files in front of him. "Please, take a seat."

I huff as his outstretched arm points to the chair in front of him.
"I am not in the mood for pleasantries, Stiles. It's friday night, my work day ended over five hours ago. Why did you call me here?"

It seemed to have become habit of Stiles to call me back in way after our work day had ended. Of course, some days would be neverending right before one of our clients had gone to trial - but usually, we had a decent nine to five policy which Stiles would never keep. Stiles was one of the best in his business - but that came at a price for my well-being. I was dead tired. Cases had been piling up lately - it was hard to keep track.

"Do you have better things to do than to focus on this case, Y/N?" Stiles scrutinizes me, his gaze penetrating me through hooded eyelids.

He licks his right thumb, flicking through the files as his gaze is cast down once more. I feel my skin start to prick in irritation, my lips pursing into a thin line. My hand roughly collides with his expensive mahogany desk.

"You knew I had a date tonight, Stiles!"

He doesn't even flinch. Instead, he leans back in his chair, crossing his legs over one another and folding his hands in his lap. He cocks his head to the side, tongue darting out to wet his dried, chapped lips.

"We go to trial in five days. And we are nowhere near winning this."

Another scoff slips me - even though involuntarily. I push away from his desk, pacing the open area as his eyes remain glued on mine. He remains stoic, his pointer finger running along his defined jaw up to his chin as he stays silent.

"Oh, bullshit! We have never had such a strong defense and you damn well know it."

Still, I provoke no response from him. His face remains stoic as his leg starts nervously bouncing. "So, perhaps, you need to tell me what this really is about."

A flicker of realization seems to strike through me and I stop dead in my tracks. I cannot suppress the smirk that crawls onto my lips as I flip on my heels, slowly threading closer to Stiles' desk.