Blissful Sin

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Waking up next to Stiles was one of the best feelings ever. I wish I could engrave this moment into my memories, tattoo this onto my body, he's just so beautiful.

Even when he's drooling all over my chest.

I let my fingers slip through his hair and play with it absentmindedly. His hair feels like silk. I don't think I've ever been this close to Stiles before, I mean as in physically and apart from the fact that we had sex not to long ago.

He is so incredibly beautiful. The soft, supple, ruby lips of his. The way his body is decorated with freckles and small moles here and there, the small dimples on his cheeks. His long eyelashes and his his dark eyebrows. Everything about him is utterly intoxicating, how have I been living without him this close to me all this time?

He shifts in his sleep, offering me a glimpse of his neck, a bruised and nearly bleeding masterpiece if I do say so myself. It almost looks painful and yet when I try to take his pain away nothing comes out of it. In fact, the only thing I sense all over him is me and my scent.

My blood boils, my stomach ties itself into knots and I almost can't believe the fire growing inside me. It's like I'm going into heat. I trace my fingers down his neck towards his shoulder where the blanket stops me in my tracks. He stirs but I can't help it.

I pull the blanket off of him, I want to see it all all over again. A work of art, that's what he is- covered in traces of what I did to him just hours ago. Small bruises and hickeys lingering on his flushed skin, small scars I've never seen before, untold stories we will soon share with each-other.

"Are you only going to look?" The smirk on my lips twists into a small chuckle when I meet his eyes.

I've seen sleepy Stiles before, but nothing compares to sleepy and horny Stiles with his droopy eyes and sloppy smirk. I bend down to plant a kiss on his lips, my hand going up his thigh to touch his dick. I'm surprised by the fact that it's already hard but I know I shouldn't be.

His breath hitches when I thumb at the head, squeezing a little bit just to tease him. His mouth shapes into a small "o" and I'm starting to think I'm on the verge of melting with how hot that made me.

I'm about to take him into my mouth when a knock at the door echos through the house.

I know who's there before he speaks, "Boys, there's a discussion we need to have over breakfast." Sheriff.

I've never lost a boner that fast in my entire life.

The look on Stiles face is almost definitely reflected on mine, absolute horror and a small hint of disgust. We stare at eachother for a while and then we laugh because oh my God Stiles just got blue balled by his own dad.

He gets up to take a shower and I have to force myself to stay in place and not follow him in there.

The walls in this house are very thin and I'm sure I could go for at least three rounds today. I wouldn't want the Sheriff to listen in on us.

By the time we make it downstairs, we don't even have the courage to look the Sheriff in the eyes.

I'm sure he didn't even know Stiles was into guys too, I didn't even know. I'm sure he's legit about to kick me out of the house and call my mother for-

"Take a seat boys, breakfast is served." It goes without saying but this situation is very awkward.

We eat in silence while stealing glances at one another, trying to read each-others minds, searching for answers we couldn't find. That's when the Sheriff cleared his throat to speak.

Oh God....

"I knew Stiles was bisexual, in fact, I already knew you two boys would end up together but did you really have to be so loud? I had to sleep on Melissa's couch last night. Scott, she says she wants you and Stiles at her house after this talk."

There's a pause and then Stiles bursts out in laughter. My face burns with embarrassment, how am I supposed to look this man in the eyes when he clearly knows I was screwing his son last night and how is he so calm about this.

"What do you mean you already knew?" Where the only words I could muster.

"Oh for crying out loud Scott, everyone in this town knows about the two of you. You didn't have to make it that obvious." The way he grips at the bridge of his nose has me feeling like I'm being scolded for doing something wrong, but the grin on his face tells me otherwise.

"If you already knew I was bisexual then why did you say I couldn't be gay that one time you found me in a gay bar!" Of course that's what Stiles cares about. Not the fact that his dad heard him having sex with his guy best-friend in his own home.

"Because your not Gay. You're bisexual Stiles. Besides, you have no idea how incredibly hilarious it was to see you complain about the possibility of you being gay for weeks and weeks on end." I can't stop the laugh that falls right out of my mouth at the expression on Stiles face.

"Dude, you look like a baby that's just tasted lemon for the first time ever." The Sheriff threw his head back and laughed. Stiles snuck a glance at me and took my hand in his. A simple gesture that completely erased all of my anxiety.

And that's pretty much how everything went. We laughed it off and when I took him home, my mother teased us and cried about how her boys were finally growing up.

The pack had a kick out of the way our parents handled everything and through it all, Stiles held my hand and smiled like he hadn't been doing in months.

Deaton explained the whole mate bond situation and Derek helped me with the insatiable heat we'd go through. Everyone was excited, I think I even saw Theo smiling, and even though there's definitely going to be times where life gets difficult, I know we can get through it together.

And here I thought I could only dream of being apart of this Blissful Sin.

T H E E N D .