teen wolf stories

teasing || s.s.

warnings: some handjob and dirty talk, also swearing 

"Fuck..." You moaned softly, enjoying the touch of Stiles' tongue against your neck, licking and leaving purple marks behind. "We can't do this here, baby, if my dad bursts in, we're screwed."

His honey brown eyes turned dark and a naughty smirk curved his lips, as he shortened even more the space between you, tightening the grip on your hips. A low gasp pushed its way out of your mouth, because, damn, that Stilinski knew how to tease.

"Didn't you say he's out a town?" He hummed, the vibration on your skin sending heat waves to the small nub in the middle of your legs. "Plus, you're my girlfriend and I think it's only fair we come clean to him."

You laughed, managing to slip away from his arms, and went to the fridge, snatching an apple juice box to ease your thirst. Stiles furrowed his eyebrows, tilting his head and looking adorably confused by your latter actions.

"What is it?"

"Nothing. I'm just wondering since when Derek Hale's wrath doesn't scare you."

"It never did!"

"Oh, no." Your voice was soaked with sarcasm, making the boy shift the weight between his legs and frown, clearly annoyed. "I'd like to hear your perfect explanation, other than fear, to why you jumped out of my window last week when he got home."

"Is this an attempt to shred my masculinity to pieces?" He questioned and, even though it was a bitter response, his tone was smooth, making chills run across your spine. "Because if it is so, I'll have to show you again who the boss is."

That strong, dominant man standing in front of you nearly erased the cute dork one you met almost two years ago. You could still remember that night, when you snuck out to find the source of the unfamiliar human smell you had sensed and, then, you found those two boys, who were Scott and Stiles, as you would later find out, examining your backyard, so deep within their investigation that they did not even realised you were there.

You could not help but let a small giggle slip, recalling their stumped faces when you cleared your throat and draw their attention to you. Definitely priceless the way they got scared once Derek stormed at yard, angry as hell because he thought you were under some sort of risk.

"Do tell me what is so amusing." His hands were lazily massaging your waist, which induced a low moan to escape. "Come on, babe."

"It's nothing, really. I was thinking about how much you have grown."

"Am I really hearing a compliment from you, Mrs. Hale?"

"Definitely, Mr. Stilinski!"

Both of your faces were enlightened with bright smiles, enjoying the purity of that moment. Stiles stroke your cheek, his eyesight meeting yours with such deep feelings, and, afterwards, he pulled you to another breathtaking kiss. So bloody intoxicating that your awareness was compromised, therefore not allowing you to hear a car parking outside.

Derek Hale decided to make you, his beloved daughter, a surprise by returning earlier, bringing as a gift the charm bracelet you wanted, one you bugged him about it for weeks. However, the minute he stepped in on the kitchen, everything else seemed pointless. Stiles Stilinski had his dirty hands on you and that angered him in ways no one could describe.

"What the hell is happening here?"

Upon hearing your father's deep voice, your boyfriend pushed you off and choked on a breath, as if he was caught stealing or something. His reaction made you realise how much you hated the way Derek treated you, like he needed to be your saviour and never let anyone come too close, otherwise it could lead to you dying horribly. Urgh, this whole scenario was simply annoying and brought up the urge to remind him, despite the fact he was your dad, he could not control your life like that.