The Badass Running With A Werewolf {Stiles Stilinski Fan Fiction}

Virginity

Aaliyah's POV

It was about two in the morning and Stiles and I had just quietly arrived at my loft buildings as he walked me to my door, we came to a halt.

"I had fun," He begins, "Like a lot of fun."

I grin and chuckle before replying, "How much fun?"

"This much," He answers, placing his hands on my waist and pulling me towards him, and his lips seductively connecting with mine. My arms were snaked around his shoulders and in order for our lips to connect, his figure was leaning down to meet mine. His tounge slimly slid into my mouth, both our tounges soon colliding in harmony.

After mere dreamy minutes of the perfect kiss, I soon pulled away and smiled, "Thanks for tonight," I whisper, before sliding the door open to find the girls sitting an eavesdropping on the conversation that didn't have much speaking to it.

"You guys are still here?" I say, rolling my eyes.

"Yeah, of course, you didn't tell us to go," Lydia simply shrugs making Stiles chuckle.

"Why are you guys by the door anyways?" He inspects, "Don't some of you have super hearing?"

"Well, for the ones who don't, we wanted to hear ourselves," Allison informs him, "But we didn't hear much of talking, we moreover heard slobber being switched."

"Maybe you shouldn't have eavesdropped then," I suggest, smirking.

"Alright well, I'm beat," Stiles states with a yawn, "I'll call you tomorrow," He tells me before placing a soft kiss on my lips then making his way towards the elevator.

"Everything is gonna be told, now!" Malia orders, pulling me inside the loft before the door gets slid shut.

"It was a good night," I start, "Romantic."

"Where'd he take you?" Kira questions, as they place their bums on my couch.

"A place where you could see all the lights in the city," I respond before trailing off about the night, "After talking and watching stars and city lights, things got romantic and sweet and crap, then it got a little heated.."

"Like what kind of heated?" Lydia interrogates, "Like just second or third base heated or like the whole home run heated?"

"The whole home run heated," I foolishly grin as their jaws dropped open in amazement.

"You guys had sex?!" Allison inquires, hugging me tightly for my accomplishment.

"I told you they would!" Malia exclaims, pointing at Kira with a victory smile while sticking her tounge out.

"Wait, what?" I ask in concern about Malia's bragging.

"We all made a bet," Kira explains, "Allison and I bet that you two wouldn't go that far and Lydia and Malia bet you would."

"Hopeless romantics," I comment towards Allison and Kira with a chuckle.

"Was he good?" Lydia continues on our earlier topic.

"Amazing." I answer, biting my lip.

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Stiles' POV

Scott, Isaac, and I were walking up the school stairs while I explained Aaliyah and I's night alone with each other. "On your jeep? In the open?" Scott questions, trying to take in my sexual intercourses.

"Yeah," I grin, nodding in happiness, "It was real good."

"I told you taking charge would make her want you, man," Scott tells me, as he come to halt, talking beside the railing of the outside hallway, having extra minutes to make conversation before school starts.

"I'm never touching the hood of your jeep ever again," Isaac scolds in disgust.

"Please," I retort, "Considering who you are, you've probably done way more sexual things in way more open places."

"Can't argue with that," Isaac shrugs with a smirk.

"Man whore," I comment, rolling my eyes.

"Asshole," He scoffs, crossing his arms, as I stiffen up, prepared for this verbal argument.

"Guys, stop," Scott groans in stress, "Anyways, does this mean you two are like dating?"

I widen my eyes and shrug, "I mean, I think we are."

"You think?" Isaac interrogates, arching up his eyebrows.

"We didn't get around to that, okay?" I admit, throwing my hands up in the air.

"How the hell do you not bring that up?" Isaac chuckles, as well as Scott.

"The same way Scott doesn't with Kira," I retort, doing my best to defend myself.

"We're doing baby steps, Gosh," Scott mumbles, gripping his backpack handles, "Don't bring me into this."

I grin and shrug it off before watching four girls approach us, while Isaac pats my shoulder, "You'll have to do it sometime, buddy."

"H-Hey, Aaliyah," I greet, anxiously.

"Hey, Stiles," She nonchalantly smiles back at me, as the other girls chat it up with the guys.

"Let's talk," I suggest awkwardly towards Aaliyah, grasping her hand as she follows me down various halls and into the boys locker room.

I close the door behind her and turn to face her, "What's up, Stiles? Why are you acting weird?"

"What are we?" I finally blurt after seconds and seconds of silence.

She glares at me, "Um, I don't know?" She answers with a questioning look, "Are we even a we yet?"

I froze, "I don't know, I just—" I paused, trying to find something to say in a situation like this, "I mean, I assume."

"You assume?" She chuckles.

"Well you fucking took my virginity, so yeah, I assumed," I snapped, immediately widening my eyes.

Her mouth dropped open in surprise and I face palmed myself, "Shit," I grunted, regretting everything I had just said.

"I took your virginity?" She inquires, with a giggle.

"Maybe," I sighed, brushing my hands throughout my hair.

I thought for sure she'd laugh in my face and walk away, yet she stayed and interlocked her fingers with mine, "Well, I'd do it again any day."

My face brightened and she grinned, "Stiles, if you want to be my boyfriend all you'd have to do is ask."

"R-Really?" I questioned.

She nodded in response and I glared down at her, "Aaliyah, w-will you be my girlfriend.. P-Please?" I stuttered, nervously.

"Yes," She agrees, making me pick her up and twirl her around in achievement.

Her lips slammed onto mine and I set her down on the bench before pulling my shirt off, and hers as well.

"Here Stiles?" She asks, gesturing to the locker room.

"Why not?" I shrug hungrily before trailing kisses down her neck.