“Holy Shit Summer! ” Stiles exclaimed flabbergasted, trailing after the redhead with his mouth open.
“Summer, Wait!”
“It was a dare,” she mumbled. She went round a corner and suddenly they were practically alone, out of the main sight of other people. Shoving her hands in her pockets, Summer slowed again, came to a stop, still not looking at him.
“Oh..” Stiles muttered taking an unconscious step back, hurt clear in his deflated whiskey eyes. Summer had kissed him not ‘cause she liked him, but on a stupid dare.
She rocked on her heels, head low and shoulders hunched. “The — yeah. Said if I really liked you I’d kiss you. Said I was too — ” She hunched her shoulders harder. “Too much of a prude.”
“Wait! You like me!? Like like me!? Oh my god,” Stiles replied with wide eyes.
“But why!?”
She couldn’t withdraw into herself more; it was humanly impossible. “You’re just really cute,” she whispered. “And smart, and the way you are on the field … I’m sorry. I know you don’t want — someone like me … confessing … “
“Holy Shit Summer! ” Stiles exclaimed flabbergasted, trailing after the redhead with his mouth open.
“Summer, Wait!”
She slowed her steps, but didn’t actually stop, knowing perfectly well that he could catch up to her if he really wanted. She did cast a glance at him over her shoulder, a little surprised. His reaction hadn’t exactly been what she expected.
“Whatever was that about!?” Stiles questioned, easily catching up to her. He was a werewolf after all!
“It was a dare,” she mumbled. She went round a corner and suddenly they were practically alone, out of the main sight of other people. Shoving her hands in her pockets, Summer slowed again, came to a stop, still not looking at him.
“Oh..” Stiles muttered taking an unconscious step back, hurt clear in his deflated whiskey eyes. Summer had kissed him not ‘cause she liked him, but on a stupid dare.
She rocked on her heels, head low and shoulders hunched. “The — yeah. Said if I really liked you I’d kiss you. Said I was too — ” She hunched her shoulders harder. “Too much of a prude.”
“Holy Shit Summer! ” Stiles exclaimed flabbergasted, trailing after the redhead with his mouth open.
“Summer, Wait!”
She slowed her steps, but didn’t actually stop, knowing perfectly well that he could catch up to her if he really wanted. She did cast a glance at him over her shoulder, a little surprised. His reaction hadn’t exactly been what she expected.
“Whatever was that about!?” Stiles questioned, easily catching up to her. He was a werewolf after all!
“It was a dare,” she mumbled. She went round a corner and suddenly they were practically alone, out of the main sight of other people. Shoving her hands in her pockets, Summer slowed again, came to a stop, still not looking at him.
“Holy Shit Summer! ” Stiles exclaimed flabbergasted, trailing after the redhead with his mouth open.
“Summer, Wait!”
She slowed her steps, but didn’t actually stop, knowing perfectly well that he could catch up to her if he really wanted. She did cast a glance at him over her shoulder, a little surprised. His reaction hadn’t exactly been what she expected.
Stiles repeated similar treatment to her other nipple, loving how she was reduced to whimpers. His hands slid south, working on unbuttoning and unzipping her jeans.
“W-What do you n-need?”
Between pants, she managed to find enough brain to say, “You, please, Stiles, I need /you/.” She lifted her hips to help him shove down her jeans, dragging her underwear with it, and groped with one hand for his dick.
Stiles hooked his thumbs on the lace cups of her bra, pulling them down in one quick movement. He lowered his head, taking one rosy nipple in his mouth, sucking hard.
Tingles ran down her entire body, and she tossed her head restlessly. Literally everything he did reduced her to helpless begging, pleading with his name and brief moans. She managed to squirm one arm behind her back, to pop the bra clasp and give him more room, but even shifting that much pressed her up against him, and her moans changed to whimpers.