Teen wolf x reader smut and fluff

Brett Talbot smut

 "You're going to do great, Li." You reassure your best friend, "Right Mason? Isn't he going to do great?"

"Yeah." He nods, not really paying attention to you. You roll your eyes when you see him staring at one of the players on the other team, slapping his hand to grab his attention.

"I don't know... they're gonna know something's up. With everything else going on..."

You reach your hand out and stroke his bicep gently. You walk closer, showing him your golden eyes, Mason totally oblivious to you, "You'll do great. Liam? Look at me. You're going to do fine. Scott trusts you."

"Okay." He nods, sighing. You shake your head, grinning as your eyes return to their natural color. He looks back at the player he hates the most, Brett. You couldn't help but join Mason's side, getting a better view of his beautiful, toned body.

"I don't care if he's a foot taller than me. I think I could take him." Liam says, as he watches Brett put on his shirt.

"Yeah..." Mason says, in a daze. Liam turns to look at him again, before staring at You and Mason.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"What?" You and Mason ask in unison, looking at your friend who raises his eyebrows and bites his lip, "Me? Agreeing with you. I'm being agreeable." Mason answers, nodding. You all turn to face Brett again, who is putting on his gear over the green shirt.

Angrily, he turns to look at you two again, "You think he's hot don't you?" He demands, his face contorting.

"No!" You both answer. "I mean..."

"No. Not at all." Mason glares at you, "No way!" He pauses, "Maybe. Yeah, maybe a little." Brett looks at you, specifically you, and your cheeks tint in the slightest, thanking that it's too dark to see, and Liam is too bad at Chemo-signals to feel the want radiating from you.

"He wants to destroy me." You roll your eyes.

"I think you could definitely take him... and then... give him, to me." Liam grins, looking down and then back up at you two, who are starting to bicker about who gets who.

"Nah, just go out there and kick their smug, prep-school asses man."

"Right." They fist bump, before Liam pulls you into a hug. Liam pulls the mask over his head, and walks away, running onto the field.

"He's mine." You snarl.

"Bet?" He asks, as you go to sit on the bleachers. Brett glances at you, and all you can think about is his strong, warm body leaning onto yours, while he kisses you feverishly. You could almost picture the smirk he was giving you now, on his face as he trails down your body. You glance over at Mason, a smirk of your own lacing your lips. He glares at you.

"He's dreamy, Mason, but I think he's into girls." He stomps on your foot, causing your body to flail down to the lower bleachers, lying on your back and groaning in pain.

Halfway through the game you could feel the field getting more and more tense. Brett was targeting Liam, who was trying to stay away from Garrett, who was the supposed assassin trying to kill all the supernaturals in Beacon Hills. You kept looking at Scott for direction, but there was little you could do- you didn't play lacrosse. Every chance you got, you went over and talked to Garrett, talking about Liam's performance and whatnot. You had tried to be friends with him, since the whole thing about murders, it still could be someone else.

"He's doing really good." You nod, leaning your head against his shoulder. He wraps his arm around you, his hand resting on your hip.

"Yeah. That other one, Brett. Liam don't like him."