𝔪𝔲𝔩𝔱𝔦𝔣𝔞𝔫𝔡𝔬𝔪 𝔦𝔪𝔞𝔤𝔦𝔫𝔢𝔰

5) Stiles Stilinski (NSFW)

Summary: stiles is sick of being teased about his sex life by the rest of the lacrosse team, as well as his own friends.

Warnings: smut, hair pulling, marking, unprotected sex, kind of public sex

For @Its_Ali011

     "Stiles, just ignore them," I shook my head as I put in the combination for my locker.
     "That's easy for you to say," He rolled his eyes, "You're not stuck in a locker room with these douchebags all the time."
     "It really isn't as big of a deal as you're making it out to be, Sti. It's just some mindless teasing from a couple of half-wit jocks. I don't understand why it's bothering you so much." My shoulders lifted slightly in a shrug as I stuffed a few other necessary books in my bookbag.
     "It just gets on my nerves," He groaned, "Hearing them talk about it like they know what goes on between us."
     "Well, they don't know, Stiles. We're the only ones that do. Why do you care so much that guys like Jackson Whittemore think we're innocent?" I closed my locker door loudly beside his head, making him jump before he met my eyes again.
     "Because we aren't vanilla and we definitely aren't virgins!" Stiles whisper shouted, leaning slightly closer to me. "This is brought up every day with them. At first, I didn't care that much. It started off with just Jackson, but now he's getting other people involved. I wouldn't be surprised if half the damn school thinks so at this point!"
     "Okay, what do you want to do about it? Huh, Stiles? Wanna make a sex tape and leak it around the whole school? Hell, why don't you just take me against the lockers right now?" My words were dripping with sarcasm as I cocked my head to the side, looking at him.
     "Intriguing idea," He began playfully, his usual crooked smirk flashing for a moment. "But no. I'm just tired of hearing it. I don't know what I can do about it."
     "You could always complain to Coach about it," I snort. "I'm sure he's still reeling over the double-XL condom that fell out of your pocket in econ."
     "You aren't helping," He sighs impatiently.
     "I don't know how you want me to help, Stiles," I laugh. "I'm sorry, but I really don't care about this as much as you do. I can live with a few lacrosse players thinking I'm a virgin."
     "You are the farthest thing from a virgin," He scoffed.
     I raised an eyebrow challengingly, "Are you calling me a slut, Stilinski?"
     "Only for me," He smirked.
     With another roll of my eyes, I reached up and pulled him down for a quick kiss. "I have a class to get to, Sti. I'll see you later."
     "Mm-hm. I'll see you later, baby."
     As I took my seat in my first-period class, AP Chemistry, I felt my phone vibrate in my back pocket.

The Pack

7:19 a.m.

     Lydia: meeting at scott's tonight. pack sleepover.

     Stiles: if it's at scott's place, why're you letting us know?

     Scott: lydia's the party planner dude. we're just doing it at mine cuz my mom won't be home. another night shift at the hospital.

     Y/N: not that melissa really cares about the pack sleepovers. what're we doing anyways? movie night?

     Lydia: as long as stiles doesn't try to make it star wars again.

     Y/N: figure it out. i'll be there whenever you give us a time.

     Lydia: let's say 8:00. see you guys there.

     The fifty minutes of class passed slowly and I forced my gaze to stay away from the clock. I knew watching the time would just make the minutes tick by even slower. When the bell did finally ring, I stood from my seat and slung my bag over my shoulder. The moment I was out of the classroom, there was an arm wrapping lightly around my waist.
     "Even Scott's started teasing," He groaned quietly.
     "You mean you haven't filled him in on all of our wild sexcapades?" I jested, leaning into his side slightly as we walked.
     "Are you kidding? When I talk to Scott about sex, I barely even scratch the surface. Compared to us, Scott's the vanilla one." Stiles shook his head, "Him and Malia've nothin' on us."
     "Oh, really?" I laugh.
     He scoffed, "Please. A little marking, a little hair pulling. Nothing compared to what we do, baby."
     Shaking my head with a small smile, I shrugged his arm from around me. "I have to go to my next class, Stiles. We can talk about Scott's boring sex life some other time."
     He chuckled and pressed a kiss to my temple, "Alright. I'll see you later."