You are in your room when you hear something from downstairs...
You go downstairs and everything seems normal but then a very possessed Stiles grabs you and knocks you out...
You wake up to find him on top of you and who knows what he has planned!
I was on my laptop listening to some music when I heard something coming from downstairs. It was only noon so my brother couldn’t be home yet and neither could my mom. I thought maybe it was my grandmother coming to surprise me or something so I called out and I heard nothing in response. I thought I was just hearing things until I heard another noise. Quickly, and quietly, I went downstairs to investigate. I had my phone on me, ready to call Scott if I saw the Nogitsune coming into my house. I walked around the entire house and couldn’t see anyone so I just went to go back upstairs. Before I could climb the stairs, someone roughly grabbed me by my wrists, turned me around and slammed me into the wall. Holding me down was none other than Stiles. Well, a very possessed Stiles. I tried to get out of his grip but that only made him hold me down tighter. I needed to get out of this situation, and fast. Scott would hear me if I screamed so I went to open my mouth but Stiles clamped his hand down on my mouth and I shut my eyes.
“Look at me [Y/N].” I shook my head. “Look at me!” He screamed at me and still I refused. He took his hand off of my mouth and dug them into my ribs. I winced and I opened my eyes to look at him. I saw Stiles smirking back at me. I blinked and I realized I was crying. I went to open my mouth again to try and scream but he smashed his lips against mine. When he went to shove his tongue in my mouth I bit down, hard. He stepped back in pain and I tried to make a run for it. I wasn’t fast enough since he grabbed my arm and threw me to the floor. I must have hit my head because I blacked out.
When I woke up, Stiles was on top of me, and we were in my bedroom. “Get off of me. Please.” He shook his head and I started to wiggle to try and get out of his grip. “Don’t.”
“Don’t what?”
“Kill me.”
“Oh, [Y/N]. My, sweet, innocent, [Y/N]. If I wanted to kill you, you would be dead already.” He smiled, very deviously, as if he had plans I wouldn’t want to know about.
“Then what do you want?” I asked even though I wasn’t sure if I wanted to know the answer.
“You.” I realized what he meant as he ripped my shirt off and revealed my cheetah bra. I continued to struggle as he reached underneath my back and unhooked my bra. “I want you're tight little body.” He whispered into my ear and I shivered with at first I thought was fear but then I realized it was delight. I smiled a little bit and he must of noticed because he loosened his grip on my hands. He started kissing my ear, then moving down to my jaw line and finally my neck. He let go of my hands to fondle my nipple, and I wrapped my hands around his head. I couldn’t be turned on by this but somehow I was enjoying it. He stopped for a second, “I knew you would like this.” He looked at me and he smiled but this time it was as if he cared about me. His mouth went back to my neck and I shivered. His mouth felt so good but I still couldn’t help but feeling like I was betraying Stiles, the real Stiles. Once I had that thought I looked at my options. I had enough room to knee him in the gut, so I did. He stopped kissing my neck and rolled off me. Apparently, I didn’t knee him hard enough because he flipped me over onto my stomach and held me down.
“Let me go, damn it!”
“Why are you being like this [Y/N]. Just a minute ago, you were enjoying this.” He ripped off my pants and shoved my face into the pillow. He started gently rubbing my ass.
