Series Rewrite (A Teen Wolf Fanfiction) Continued

The Sword and the Spirit Part 1

"Baby?...Babygirl, wake up." Stiles' soft voice pulled me from a pleasant dream, his arms tight around me and his breath hitting my ear.

"Mm, what?" I grumbled, my eyes staying closed as I shifted in his arms.

"I have a problem."

"Then shut up and fix it."

He didn't respond for a long second, his body not daring to move. I was easily drifting back into slumber when he hummed, "Alright, then." He scooted closer to me, his arm drifting down my body. He began rolling his hips into my backside, and I finally noticed the large bump protruding from inside his boxers.

My eyes snapped open, my body stilling as I felt his hand kneed my breast tenderly, his hips still lazily working against mine. Outside the window, it was pitch black and I wondered what time it was. It couldn't be past 2 in the morning. "Uhh...Stiles? What are you doing?"

"Shutting up and fixing it," he breathed, causing me to roll my eyes. Of course he'd use my own words against me. He moved my hair away from my neck before returning to sliding his hand down my body, his lips trailing over my skin just enough to give me goosebumps.

"Can't you fix it without me?" I felt my body trying to respond to his, trying to grind back into him, but I held off to tease him.

"Mm, I could." He peppered warm kisses down the back of my neck. "But it's so much more fun with you."

"Well, maybe I don't want to. I'm tired."

"You want to. I can hear it in your voice. You always get a little breathy when you're horny." His fingers finally reached the front of my pajama shorts, trying to work their way inside. I grabbed his hand before he could and shoved it away from me before placing my hands under my head and closing my eyes. He couldn't see, but I was grinning smugly.

"You'll just have to figure it out on your own."

He groaned loudly. "Come on, babygirl. I'll do all the work. Please, I need to feel your pussy around my dick."

"Too bad."

Stiles grunted, and I just knew he was rolling his eyes behind me. "Fine." He pulled his arms from around me and rolled onto his side of the bed. I frowned but didn't move as the bed shook under his movements.

After a few seconds, I heard the gentle sound of skin against skin mixed with his soft moans. "Stiles?" I opened my eyes, squinting with confusion.

"Fuck, babygirl. Just like that," he moaned.

"Like what?"

"God, I love the way your body feels against mine. Your nipples on my chest. I love the feeling of kissing you."

As I heard the sound get slicker and the bed move rhythmically, I understood what was happening. I could picture clearly behind me, Stiles lying on his back with his hand wrapped around his large cock as he pumped himself slowly. I imagined his precum seeping out his slit.

No. No, I knew what he was trying to do. It wouldn't work. This was a game of wits. Who would break first? It wouldn't be me. With determination, I closed my eyes again with purpose. "If you're going to visit Mary Palmer and her five friends, the least you can do is be quiet about it. Some of us are trying to sleep."

"Why? Is it getting you all wet? Do my words make you want to finger yourself?" I pressed my thighs together gently, not letting onto the fact that I was way more aroused than I appeared. "Come on, babygirl. I know you're just being difficult." I kept my lips closed, not responding to his attempts. "Fine. You know what I love? I love the way you look with my dick in your mouth. Your pretty little lips, spit hanging from your chin. God, you're so sexy, Y/N. Fuck, don't stop."