teen wolf stories

heat || s.m. & d.h.

a few warnings: sex (duh-uh), threesome, swearing, masturbation. 

song to listen to: despacito by luis fonsi ft. justin bieber

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As I stepped inside my bedroom, dropping my backpack on the floor and rushing to lie limp on the perfectly made-up bed, I thought of how this day had gone by ever so slowly. Of course that school days were naturally boring, but it wasn't why I was so eager to get back home today. No, not at all. This was due to the god damned heat I was in, which made unbearable for me to be around boys, especially my alpha, Scott McCall, who, to my incredible bad luck, happened to be my best friend. And my long term crush. Ugh, I couldn't believe how frustrating it was.

Hiding my coated with sweat forehead on a pillow, I groaned lowly, feeling an ache spread through my core just by thinking of him, his pure smile and strong muscles wrapping around me as he made me his. Fuck, I had no idea how the hell I was going to go through a whole week of this, but, honestly, I couldn't set my mind on it, for I had to, somehow, ease the growing tension on my lower belly.

I pushed down my legs the tight skirt I was wearing, throwing it at the armchair on the other side of my room, and then I started rubbing, roughly, my clothed bundle of nerves, moaning mellowly to the friction. Obviously it wasn't as fulfilling as it would be if it was Scott's fingers working its magic on me, or, and he composes most of my naughty dreams as well, Derek Hale's strong grip pinning me against the mattress while his mouth savoured my body. However, unfortunately, I would have to settle to pleasing myself alone, because there's no way I could have any of those men nor I would ask for their help.

My panties were entirely soaked when I dipped one hand in it, sliding my index finger up my slick entrance, whilst the other circled figure eights on my clit. I could feel my release riding over me, sending chills throughout my form and making me oversensitive. With eyes closed, I slithered a tepid touch up my torso, reaching my breasts in no time, giving them firm squeezes, pinching the already hardened nipples. Another series of groans fell from my lips alongside desperate gasps.

"Damn." I whispered, wetting my lips. Then, with the bottom one locked between my teeth, I slammed my middle finger in my pussy, increasing the heat. After that, all it took to push me over the edge was a couple of more thrusts.

The pleasure hit me like a high wave, breaking me down against the soft sheets. My entire form shook, toes curling, hands squeezing, eyes shut and I even screamed out loud. To my luck, no one was home to hear me calling out for Scott. His name slipped through my lips during my high, I just couldn't help it. Instinct, I guess.

Sighing, I pulled my fingers out, remaining in the same position, too numbed out to move. A tired laugh crawled out my lips and for two seconds, I really felt satisfied, but, before I had even time to come down properly, it all started again, making me grunt, frustrated. That was why being a female werewolf wasn't easy.

I slid out of my panties and the rest of my clothes, trudging to my bathroom, thinking that, perhaps, a cold shower would slow things down a bit. Nevertheless, right when I reached the door, my phone started to ring on my hand, snapping me out of the frenzy I was in.

The name Stiles was flashing repeatedly on the display, making me roll my eyes. I was definitely not in the mood for Stiles' crap right now. Despite him being an awesome friend, he sometimes just gets in my nerves with his fidgety personality. Also, he sort of knows about my "cravings", which makes me want to punch him in the face when he pulls not at all funny jokes about the subject.

"What, Stilinski?"

"Y/N?" It was not Stiles who spoke, however, and my eyes widened to the sound. Why was he calling me through his friend's phone? "Are you okay?"