#I will admit I really do love curly’s pre-burnt appearance

[pistachi0art]

someone get his brown contacts please

[factoffictionwriter]

Tiva Fic Amnesty #11

Here’s the start to a reunion fic - pre 2019 madness. I wrote this several years ago, so Cairo wasn’t a thing. This was all I got around to writing before it was forever banished to my ‘unwritten’ folder.

Ziva leaned against the doorframe, a warm mug of coffee in one hand and a sippy cup filled with tea in the other (cooled to room temperature and decaffinted, of course). She watched them sleep for a minute, Tali curled protectively around her stuffed dog and Tony curled protectively around her. 

Kelev had been a last minute addition to the go-bag. The dog had been a gift from none other than Schmiel Pinkus on the little girl’s first birthday. He had been struggling with several health issues at the time, but that hadn’t stopped him from visiting his girls to celebrate one full year of a new life. The old man passed away just a few weeks later, and Tali had been really affected (as affected at a one-year old can be). The little dog, the last gift given by a man who fawned over both of the David girls from the moment they were born had become a true staple around their home. An absolute necessity, to be honest. And Ziva had become so accustomed to the little toy being glued to her daughter’s side that she found it very hard to part with it. It was bad enough she had to separate from her daughter, did she really have to lose the stuffed dog as well? Couldn’t she just keep it with her and let it’s presence act as a stand in for the curly haired girl? Would that be so terrible? 

But in the end, the dog had made the trip to America because, frankly, Tali would not be able to sleep without him. And his comfort would be even more important as the girl started to realize that her mother was gone. 

She had used similar logic when deciding to stuff the old photo in the bag as well. The photo had sat on Tali’s changing table since the day she was born. The girl knew the photo like the back of her hand. Seeing it would bring her peace and joy. And if it sparked some sort of memory for Tony as well, then it was two birds with one frame, was it not? 

Tony stirred slightly, perhaps drawn back to consciousness by the enticing scent emanating from the mug.

He tightened his arms around his daughter for a moment before opening one eye. He looked around the room until he noticed Ziva standing there. He squinted up at her. 

“That coffee?” he asked, his voice gravely from sleep. 

She nodded. 

“For me?” 

She smiled as she pushed off the frame and made her way around to his side of the king bed he currently shared with a 2 year old. She set the mug on the side table before moving around to the other side, slowly shaking her daughter’s shoulder and offering her the sippy cup. 

Tony sat up reluctantly, watching the way Ziva’s small, fragile hands caressed their daughter’s hair and listening to the soft lull of her voice as she mumbled something in Hebrew that caused the toddler to perk up and reach for the tea. 

As Tali sipped happily, Ziva looked back over at him, “It is only noon. You will likely need the caffeine if you are to make it through the rest of the day.” 

He nodded and reached for the mug, choosing to believe that the warm was from her hand holding it before and not just from the warm liquid, “Jet lags a bitch.” 

She shot him a look before brushing curls out of Tali’s face. No cursing around the child. He would have to get used to that. 

Tali yawned and moved to be closer to her mother, snuggling up on the woman’s lap, her dog all but forgotten on the bed beside her. 

“Someone is still tired,” Ziva cooed as she watched her daughter, “If only there was something less addictive to help keep her awake.” 

“Sugar?” He asked as he sipped from his mug. 

Ziva shot him another look. 

He held up a hand in surrender, “Sorry. I’ve only been doing this parent thing for about a week.” 

She winced just a bit at the accusation in his voice. He silently scolded himself. Now was not the time to be angry with her. Now was the time to make amends. To get his family back. 

“Are you hungry? I was thinking about running down to that cafe across the street and getting some sandwiches or something. I can bring it back here if you want.” She barely glanced at him as she adjusted the toddler on her lap, who was once again fast asleep. 

Tony looked at her for a minute. Her hair was down with only the front pinned out of her face. She was wearing a thin, flowy white shirt that buttoned in the front with a black tank top underneath. She had on jeans with frays and rips around the knees. She looked younger somehow. Like she spent the past 3 years figuring out how to turn back the clock and reclaim her youth. In a way, he supposed she had. No better way to turn back time and redefine your life than to raise a kid. 

Then he looked down at Tali. Her sandy curls wild from sleep. Her fuzzy purple pajamas sitting sideways on her body from all the twisting and turning she did in her sleep (definitely Ziva’s kid). She looked peaceful. More peaceful than he had ever seen her. He felt like he was getting just a glimpse into what their lives had been like before he became involved. The two girls, smiling and laughing with each other, spending all day playing together and all night sleeping beside each other. 

That was the first thing Tony noticed when he visited the burnt remains of her little Israeli farmhouse: the charred pieces from the supposed nursery did not contain evidence of a bed. 

“Tali started sleeping with Ziva when she outgrew her crib. They both seemed happier with that arrangement, so they never got around to buying another bed,” Orli explained as she carefully walked through the debris. 

He stared at the metal frame in what was left of what he assumed had been Ziva’s room, trying to picture her curled up beside a sleeping Tali. 

“They were pretty close, huh?” 

Orli stopped walking and turned to look at him, “Ziva was everything to that little girl. And Tali was the same for her mother. They were best friends. Completely inseparable.” 

Tony nodded as he bent down to pick up an odd object that kept catching the light. He held it up. A picture frame. Not wood, but some sort of weird wire design. The glass was broken, and the picture inside was blackened with soot, but he swore he could make out the figure of a woman holding up a little girl in what looked like a princess dress. 

“She told me that Tali was her savior. After you left years ago, Ziva was… well, she wasn’t happy. She hardly spoke to anyone and was truly struggling to find her place here. But when she found out she was pregnant, I think it gave her something to live for. She immediately started making plans and buying supplies. She was determined to be a good mother. She was determined to give that little girl everything.” 

“Everything but her father,” he mumbled as he carefully slid the photo out from under the glass and stuffed it in his pocket. If this trip didn’t end the way he planned, he would ask Abby to try and fix the photo. There was a chance it was the only one of mother and daughter that would ever exist. 

Orli moved closer to him, being careful not to overstep her bounds. She knew Tony didn’t like her, but she also knew that it was her job to make him understand. 

“She regretted that, Tony. More than she would even admit out loud. I saw it in her eyes as Tali watched TV or played with her toys. When she looked at that girl, she saw you. And that was both her greatest gift and her most torturous possession. She wanted to tell you, but she knew you would be mad that she had waited so long.” 

“Well, she wasn’t wrong.” 

“Yes, I know. And she thought about it constantly. If she hadn’t been in such a dark place when she first found out she was pregnant, maybe she would have been willing to tell you then. But the fact was that she waited, and she wasn’t sure how to fix that. But she loves you, Tony.” 

It had taken him several hours to process her intentional choice of words. Loves. Not Loved. Just like he had told Gibbs that Ziva loves Paris. Maybe he and Orli would get along better than he thought. 

So the next day he booked two tickets flying into Charles de Gaulle and was on the way to a tiny hotel he remembered from their visit when he stopped by the infamous cafe where the two of them had eaten before catching their flight back to the states all those years ago. He and Tali sat on the sidewalk, splitting an order of Pain Aux Raisins and talking about their next steps (or more like him talking and her mumbling along as she pretended to understand his questions about strategy and coverage). 

“So, what do you think? Should we get some sleep and wake up in the morning ready to search? How about we split up? You head toward the Eiffel Tower, I’ll head toward the Arche and we meet at the Louvre?” 

Tali nodded excitedly as she reached for another pastry, and he laughed quietly to himself. He let himself wish, just for a second, that he had brought senior along with him. It would be nice to leave Tali with him and know that she was safe and taken care of so he could focus on the search. But, oh well. This was something the father-daughter duo would do alone. An important bonding experience. 

And a bonding experience it was. The two made funny faces and laughed together through the whole walk to the hotel. And maybe it was the laughter, or maybe it was the busy parisian streets, but either way he had been completely unaware of the slim figure following behind them at several paces. Unaware until he turned toward the large glass doors of the building and saw a familiar reflection behind him. 

“Ima?” Tali asked as she leaned forward in her seat and tried to see around the side of her stroller, unsure of whether or not she was seeing correctly. 

Ziva stepped around him without a word and offered the little girl what appeared to be a plushie of the Eiffel Tower before bending down to kiss her head, “Shalom, Motek.” 

Tali smiled and looked down at her new toy as Ziva stood up and turned toward him. 

“Hi,” she said simply. 

“Hey,” he replied dumbly. 

She nodded slightly, as if showing that she accepted his greeting before stepping around him again and motioning for a taxi. 

The three of them were silent as they were driven to her little two bedroom apartment farther up town, and she barely had to glance at the two to know that they were both exhausted from their flight and still very much functioning in a different time zone than their current one. She ushered them into the back bedroom and insisted they sleep it off. He noticed that the sheets smelled like her as he slid underneath them and pulled his daughter closer to his chest, and he’s pretty sure it was that comfort that had both of them slipping into a ridiculously sound sleep. 

And now, some 12 hours later, the three of them are all sitting in a bed together discussing lunch plans. It was all so domestic.

He watched Tali reach up and grab a fist full of her shirt, sensing that her mother was talking about leaving again, if only for a few minutes. He felt about the same way. 

“Nah. We can all go down together later.” 

She looked up at him confused, “You are not hungry?” 

He shrugged, “I am. But I’d rather we all go together.” 

Her eyes narrowed at him, but only for a moment. Then they turned shy - apologetic even. She couldn’t fault him for being cautious. She’d developed a reputation for running lately.

[thelittlestkitsune]

Big Game. [Lacrosse Week Smut]

A;N: I want to formally apologise that it has been so long. Y’all have been so patient and I love you guys! Anyways, this is for the wonderful @sarcasticallystilinski and @rememberstilinski ‘s Lacrosse Week! I hope y’all are ready. xoxo

Pairing: StilesStilinskixOC

Author: thelittlestkitsune

Warnings: Filth.

Word count: 5,933

Listen to me.

Pre game parties were a ritual in your town. It was always at Daryl Janson’s house, if you could even call it a house, he basically lived in a mansion. It had 18 rooms for fucks sake and each room had an en suite. He pretty much wiped his ass with 100 dollar bills. He was also the only one who’s parents didn’t give a shit if he threw a party. You couldn’t stand him, but you had to admit, getting some stress off before a big game was always a plus. Your game with Beacon Hills Hurricanes was tomorrow night but tonight was your one escape from the pressures of your sadistic coach. He made you swear that you were all gonna take it easy tonight, early nights for everyone and plenty of rest. But the pounding music coming from somewhere deep within Daryl's house told you that you probably weren’t going to sleep too well, these things tend to go on for a while.  

Of course the other team got an invite, your teammates slipping flyers underneath hotel room doors announcing where and when. You didn’t think they’d show, most of the teams didn’t really show, only to show face before disappearing into the night. Pussies. You walked around the island in the kitchen, grabbing a red cup with a questionably fizzy drink inside it. You sniffed it before you drank it, a cautionary measure you’d picked up after one too many a few games ago. The doorbell rang behind you, hollering voices announcing new guests, visitors from a few towns over. You didn’t know what to think of them, a few scrawny looking guys, one barely older than twelve; even though his biceps were the size of your thigh. A tall curly haired boy with blue eyes and a wicked grin. You shrugged, bored with the talent already, you could work with it surely but you didn’t think it was worth it. You returned to the island, your attention turned to making a suitable drink, one that didn’t smell like gasoline and death. A stocky redhead appeared next to you and by the smell of his cologne you could tell who it was instantly.  

“If I have to slap you again Mark then I swear to god the Jawa’s will hear it on tattooine.” You snapped, Mark’s hands slipping over your waist before you walked to the other side of the island narrowly avoiding his grubby hands. “Sophie, you know talking nerd isn’t going to get you a boyfriend. But I’ll happily sub in for the night” He winked as your stomach turned. You rolled your eyes as he walked towards you, a game of cat and mouse around the island. “I’d literally rather suck Jabba the Hut’s dick than have you any where in my vicinity.” You scoffed, reaching for a bottle of vodka in the center. “You do yourself no favors, I mean I'm a catch, if you’re so repulsed then list three reasons why you wouldn’t wanna tap this.” He gestured to himself as you looked on with a look of complete and utter contempt. “Fine, remember that you asked for this-” You paused taking a deep breath. “One, you’re hairier than a Chewbacca. Two, I'd rather be choked to death by vader. Three, you’re a complete and utter blockhead.” You finished off, your breath running out as Mark stood there flabbergasted. He waited a moment before a grin spread across his face, his eyebrows raising. “Kinky.” You reached for your cup as he spoke, threatening to chuck the contents of it all over him. “Fuck off Mark.” He threw his hands up in defeat, backing away from you.  

You breathed a sigh of relief, finally pouring yourself a drink. You settled on a bar stool, crossing your legs as you took a deep swig, getting lost in the music and the taste on your lips. Somebody reached over behind you, grabbing a bottle of Jack and a cup as they took place beside you to pour it. You paid them no attention, too lost in your own thoughts. It wasn’t until they tapped on your shoulder that you even noticed they were talking to you. “I heard Chewbacca and kinky. Please don’t say you’re a furry” You laughed, almost spitting out your drink. “Oh god no, why who’s asking?” You giggled, the stranger grinning back at you. “Stiles, I’m the guy with the abominable snowman fursuit in his jeep.” He laughed, his whiskey brown eyes lighting up as he noticed your face fall. “I’m joking god.” He chuckled, before stopping dead. “It’s actually a werewolf one.” He smirked, his lips curling up in the corners. “Oh that’s a damn shame. I’m totally a sucker for abominable snowmen.” You struggled to hold back your smile as he looked over you. “So what’s your name?” Stiles asked, his eyebrow quirked as he waited for a response.

“Sophie, you’re Stiles right?” He nodded, pouring his drink quickly before raising the cup to his mouth. He took a long swig, much like you had before, his eyes scrunching up at the bitter taste. “Take it you’re not a drinker?” You nodded towards his cup and the obvious dislike on his face. “I can take it or leave it. Tonight i’m taking it, even though it tastes like burnt ass.” He pouted as you laughed, swinging your legs so you could talk to him properly. He was kinda cute, moles scattered all over his face, a crooked smirk and dangerous eyes. You lifted your drink only to find it empty, a blush rolling over your body as you reached for the glass bottles once more. “I see you’re drinking too?” He joked as you rolled your eyes. “It is a party dumbass.” You poured the clear liquid into the bottom of the cup, necking it without a second thought. Stiles’ eyes widened as you slammed the cup on the table, a new stranger entering the kitchen, behind you. “Stiles! Where the fuck have you been?” A guy you didn’t recognize shouted.  

“Scott! Hey man, I've been having a rather interesting conversation with Sophie here-” He paused looking at you for approval. You nodded before he continued. “Yeah Sophie's a real firecracker, she likes Star Wars, unlike some people!” He shouted the last bit as Scott came into view more. He was cute in a puppy kind of way, the kind of guy you’d bring home to meet your family. Cute but completely not your type. Stiles however was completely you’re type. Nerdy with a heavy dose of sarcasm. You looked over him again, watching him over the rim of your cup, the liquid burning your throat as you laughed, a joke exchanged by the two boys. You could tell they were best friends, probably since they were little. “You’ve never seen Star Wars Scott! I don’t know if I can continue to be your friend to be honest. It was nice knowing you but I'm going to go talk to Sophie about the importance of Leia’s slave scene without you!” He threw his hands in the air as you jumped back into the conversation, shaking your head in disbelief.  

“Wait, you’re telling me that you’re best friends and you can’t even convince him to watch a true cinematic masterpiece?! Dude.” You mock shouted at Stiles, his eyes glinting as he smiled at Scott. “To be fair though I have seen one, I fell asleep but I still watched it!” Scott laughed, reaching for a cup. “Not the same. I had higher hopes for you Stiles but it seems like you failed to convince your best friend to watch Star Wars!” You mocked, Stiles’ eyes growing wide at your accusation. “He totally watched it?! But sure mock me all you want, but I could convince my way out of jail. I learnt from the best.” He chuckled, shooting a look outside towards the curly haired boy you saw earlier. “Well I'd have to see it to believe it. You talk a big game Stiles and i’m not sure you could convince me.” You flirted shamelessly, your inhibitions lowering with every sip of the concoction you had made in your cup. “Bet’s on Soph, what am I to convince you to do?” Stiles joked as you pondered over the options.

“Whatever feels right, you’ll know when it gets to it” You winked as his jaw hung low, your feet reaching the floor as you stood, adjusting the hem of your shorts, Stiles’ eyes glued to your hands. “Come on, let’s actually be sociable.” You quickly refilled your cup before walking out into the garden, throngs of sweaty bodies moving to the beat of some lyricless song. Stiles followed you out, his chocolate brown hair bobbing to the beat of the music, a grin on his face. “I don’t really do dancing. I’ve got what some people would call Rhythm Displacement.” You looked on at him quizzically, his expression deadly serious all of a sudden. “I have no rhythm. None whatsoever actually.” He joked, looking around at the crowd of people, moving almost in sync with one another.

A giggle escaped your lips, a hiccup rising to the surface. “Well at least you dance to your own beat Stiles.” He laughed at your words, nodding his head. “Maybe I can convince you that maybe my dancing isn’t so bad?” He chuckled. “I’ll believe it when I see it.” You swung your hips to the bass of the music, watching as Stiles bopped off beat, his hair bouncing as he grinned. “See?! I’m a fantastic dancer, just look how I move!” His arms flew wildly as you laughed, your body shaking uncontrollably as you looked at his dancing. “Stiles you dance like my dad after a gazillion drinks. That’s code for fucking awful.” You could barely get your words as you struggled for a breath.  

“Hey! I’m not that bad! I mean I don’t think your dad could match these sweet moves.” His arms stretched out by his side as he badly attempted a move straight out of step up. He failed miserably, his long fingers knocking a drink out of someone’s hand. They turned irate to find Stiles there looking petrified, his arms now safely tucked by his sides. “What the fuck man!” Daryl shouted, his eyes almost popping out of his head cartoon style. His face flushed bright red and you couldn’t help but giggle. “Janson chill, it’s just a drink, you’ve got plenty more and you have your dad’s credit card to order more.” You jumped to Stiles’ defense, quickly smothering the fire that was Daryl’s anger. “Keep him out of my way Hills.” Daryl spat, turning back to the girl he was dancing with. “Maybe you’re better dancing with a partner Stiles. Come here.” You beckoned him closer to you as he swallowed thickly. The song changed, a deep bass rocking through the floor, reverberating through you. He moved closer to you, his body almost but not quite touching yours. He moved to the beat as your hips swung again, the liquor buzzing through your veins. “Stiles, have you ever danced with a girl? Put your hands on my hips or something damn.” You giggled, his face blushing red. “I’ve danced with plenty of girls, loads in fact.” You gave him a knowing look, your eyebrows quirked.  

“Well okay, maybe that’s a lie. Maybe it was only 4.” You batted your eyes slowly, waiting for him to cough up the truth. “Okay one, she took pity on me!” He laughed as he downed his drink, abandoning his cup in favor of your hips. You shivered as his hands touched you, his fingertips sending electric up your spine. He pulled you closer to him, your arms instinctively wrapping over his shoulders. Your body crushed to his, his chest surprisingly hard against yours, as you begun to dance once more. He stirred your hips, figure of eights to the beat, his hands trembling over your bare skin. “This is better. Not quite enough though.” You whispered, your lips coasting over his ear as you whipped around, your hair pulled to the side. You backed up against him, your hips tracing the rhythm he had set as his hands settled on your waist. You could feel his breath on your neck, warm but cooling your burning skin. He pulled you closer still as the bass rocked through the both of you, the taste of vodka on your lips. You smiled as his hands moved, trailing over your goosepimpling skin. His lips whispered against your ear, his tone dark as he pulled you to face him. “If you keep moving like that I’m going to plead insanity and spank it.” His eyes were dark, molten caramel and something else as you caught your breath. “Well do it then.” You taunted, your hips moving to the beat as you pressed yourself to him, your mouth almost touching his. His hands moved over your lower back, every nerve in your body raw and set on edge. “Don’t tempt me.” He growled back, his lip catching between his teeth. You smiled as you pushed away from him, his eyes on your body as you danced solo to the song blasting through the sound system. “Would this be tempting?” You turned away, your hips rolling again, his eyes almost boreing into your skin.  

“Yes.” He whispered in your ear as his hands slid over your ass, fingers gripping the skin as the music changed. You struggled to catch your breath as he pulled away, his hand coming back down against your ass, a shiver of excitement going straight to your core. You moaned at the action, unsure if he heard you. “I like that sound baby girl.” He whispered again, his lips pressing against your neck, your head rolling to the side. His teeth grazed the sensitive skin there, before they bit into the skin, his hands roaming over the stinging skin of your ass. “Seeing as though I couldn’t convince you of my dance moves, maybe I could convince you of something else.” He muttered against your skin, your arms finding his as you spun around. “Drink first, convince later.” You spoke out of breath, your skin ablaze from his touch.  

“Anything you want baby girl.” You shuddered at the pet name, his voice silky sweet with a bite to it. Appearances were deceiving with this one and you were sure that he would be the death of you. You grabbed his hand, marveling at the size of it, his fingers long as he clasped it. You led him back to the kitchen, grabbing two cups from the side, and a bottle of whatever you could get your hands on. You trembled as you poured the liquid into each cup before handing Stiles one and keeping one for yourself. “To convincing me of anything!” You bumped your cup against his, raising your cup to your lips before downing the liquid within. You sucked in a breath as it burnt down your throat, your inhibitions falling again, a fresh buzz through your body. Stiles looked at you over the rim of his cup, his eyes darting over your skin, leaving scorching hot trails on your chest and everywhere he looked. “You know, I don’t think I convinced you that I could dance.” He smiled, placing his cup on the side before leaning against the island. “You’re right, you didn’t.” You replied, your eyebrows knitting above your eyes. “So what are you going to convince me of?” You asked, his lips pulled up in a smirk, a dangerous glint in his eyes.  

“Well, I see a lot to drink, but not a lot to drink it from.” You looked at him as he pointed to the abundance of cups, but the masses of bottles that scattered the island. “What’s your point?” You asked, shrugging although you knew the answer. You would normally turn any opportunity like this down but the way his tongue moved over your lips had you thinking another way. “Let me have a drink. The old fashioned way.” He winked, your legs trembling as you played hard to get. “No way Jose, if you haven’t noticed there is plenty of cups.” You gestured to the cups that littered the floor, Stiles ignoring where you pointed. “But nothing would be as sweet to drink from but you.” You sucked your lip between your teeth, your nerves on fire as his fingers played with your shirt. Your hands stayed firm against your side, but his fingers coaxed your shirt over your stomach, a chill hitting your burning skin. “Come on baby girl. I’ll make it your worth while.” He whispered against your skin as you gingerly lifted your arms away your shirt moving higher up your torso. You only played hard to get to see the look on his face when he got what he wanted. You lifted your arms above your head as he pulled your shirt off you, his hands moving to your hips to lift you onto the island. You shivered as the cool marble hit your skin, your breath coming shaky as Stiles grabbed a bottle of whiskey, the dark liquid swirling in the glass bottle. “Lie back baby girl.” He coaxed, his voice soft but demanding. You moved your hair from your shoulders, laying back as Stiles poured the liquid in the valley between your breasts.  

You sucked in your breath at the feel of it, sticky to the touch, only for the feeling to be quickly swept away by the feeling of his tongue on your skin. His teeth grazed your lips as you felt his tongue flicker over the edge of your bra, his lips sucking purple bruises into your skin. You moaned at the touch of his hands on your waist, his fingers gripping you to him, his lips moving over your chest, licking every drop of the whiskey from your skin. He pulled from you, his lips red and dripping, his breath coming in short bursts. “I knew I could convince you of something baby girl.” You shivered again as he pulled you up, hoots and hollers from revelers in the kitchen, Stiles’ friend Scott looking on in amazement. Stiles winked as he helped you down from the island your legs stumbling as you hit the floor. “Get a room you two. If you’re gonna re enact porn at least do it on camera!” Someone hollered behind you. You spun round, flipping them off as Stiles handed you your shirt. You took it gratefully, quickly sliding it over your head much to the dismay of the crowd around you. “Oh fuck off guys.” You shouted as the crowd dispersed, everyone heading back outside much to your happiness.  

Stiles turned to you as the room died down, his lips pulled back in that smirk that could make you drop your panties at just a word. He looked over you, your chest rising and falling in rhythm with your heart beat, a thudding in your chest. “Just as I thought, you were sweet to drink from.” He stated matter of factly, his smile reflecting your own. “How about you keep drinking?” You questioned, his eyebrows shooting up in surprise as you grabbed the bottle of whiskey and his hand as you made your way out into the hallway. You looked around as you headed up the stairs, your legs shaking as you made your way down corridors, heading through a wood paneled door. You knew people hooked up at Daryl’s parties, but you never thought you’d be one of them, but Stiles had you feeling brave. You placed the bottle on the side as you peeled off your shirt, chucking it into the corner of the room. Stiles smirked, his fingers moving over the buttons on his checkered shirt. “Straight to the point I see.” You joked as he walked towards you, his arms flexing as he rid himself of the shirt. You swallowed thickly as you looked at him, your body raging with lust for the lanky boy in front of you.  

“You don’t need to be convinced of this baby girl.” He spoke, his words making you tremble as you backed up against the bed. “You’re right.” you smiled as his hands found your waist, his lips crushing against yours, the taste of whiskey and cherries on your lips. Nails raked against your spine, fingers trailing against the spot that made you arch against him. You moaned as his tongue swiped against your lips, begging for entry before his teeth gripped your bottom lip, pulling it from your mouth. He palmed along your spine, prying you from the bed to stand you in front of him. “You know, I love shorts. I love how they cover everything but at the same time they cover nothing.” He whispered, turning you away from him, his hands moving over your ass. You whimpered as he pushed you against the bed, fingers in belt loops pulling the denim over your thighs. Your shorts pooled at your feet, as Stiles’ fingers trailed over your core, his breath slow as he felt the slickness already pooling there. “Is this all for me?” He whispered, his thumb circling over your clit, the lace of your panties heightening the feel of him. You nodded, your mouth hanging open as your legs twitched.  

“Good.” He spoke, his other hand moving over your ass, kneading the skin as his fingers dipped between your legs again, pushing against your entrance as you moaned out, holding back slightly. “I know you can moan louder than that baby girl. Let me hear you.” You whimpered as he pressed against your clit, his thumb circling the sensitive spot. You moaned, louder this time as a growl ripped through him. “That’s better.” He spoke and you could almost see the smirk on his face. He pushed you forward onto the bed, your knees sinking into the mattress as his fingers hooked into the band of your panties. He dragged them down your ass, pausing as you heard a rustling behind you. He returned to your body, dragging your panties off you completely. His hands smoothed over your ass as his breath fanned over your thighs, the air hitting your cunt as you whimpered. “Do you want it baby girl?” He whispered, his lips grazing the skin of your thighs. “Yes please.” You responded, your voice hoarse as you panted. “As you wish.” He responded before he ran his tongue down your folds. You bucked against him, your hips slamming back against his mouth.  

“Am I going to have to tie you up baby girl? Stay still.” He whispered, his voice dripping before he sucked your clit into his mouth. You cried out, burying your head into the duvet in front of you, your hips rolling against his tongue. “One more time and you’re getting tied down.” He warned as your body set alight, need rolling over you like a tidal wave. He paused, the clinking of a belt being undone as he gripped your hips, burying his face between your thighs once more. Your eyes rolled back in your head as his tongue dipped into your entrance before rolling down and over your clit. “Sti-” You choked, your hips shaking free of his grip as you bucked against him once again. “I warned you.” The words were lost as his hands grabbed you, pulling you up the bed, turning you onto your back. He fed his belt through the gaps on the headboard, your wrists pulled above your head as he pulled the leather taut against your skin. “I warned you baby girl.” He cooed, his hands smoothing over your hair as you moaned, desperate for his touch.  

He moved down the bed, his khakis falling low on his hips, his cock straining against the material. You looked over him with lust blown lids, gazing at the smattering of freckles on his shoulders as he moved, his biceps curling as he settled between your legs. “Now stay still.” He warned, his hands pressing on your hip as he kissed over your stomach, his tongue swirling over the skin. He bit quickly, sucking purple bruises into the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, his nose pressing against the skin of your cunt. You breathed heavily, allowing your eyes to close as you lost yourself in his touch, the way his mouth moved over you. Your eyes flew open as he licked a stripe along your core, his tongue circling across your clit before sliding down and into your entrance. You cried out, moans filling the room, curses falling from your lips like a prayer. He smiled as you looked down on him, wishing you could run your fingers through his messy hair, pushing him closer to where you needed him most.  

He paused, watching you writhe beneath him, his eyes trained on the way your chest rose and fell. He licked over his lips, returning to you to suck your clit once more, his teeth grazing the skin as the coil within you tightened. You hadn’t felt this way in a long time, your body on edge with every flicker of his tongue. He continued to flicker his tongue against you, flattening it only to dip into your entrance, moans reverberating against your skin. You pulled against your restraints, desperate for more than just his tongue. “Stiles-” You managed to choke out as he sped up his tongue, his fingernails digging into your skin. “I know baby girl.” He spoke quickly, never moving from his spot, one of his hands letting up from their place on your hips. He smoothed over your thigh before pulling away, the tip of his finger suddenly circling your entrance. “This is what you wanted baby?” You nodded, sick of his teasing as the coil tightened further. You were on edge, panting as he pressed a finger inside of you, curling at just the right place to stroke against the spot that had you screaming. “Let it all out baby.” He coaxed, adding another finger as his tongue rolled over your clit.  

It came in waves, crashing over you with such a ferocity you felt your soul leave your body. You arched against your restraints, your skin white from the pressure as you stopped breathing, the world going blurry around you. Stiles didn’t stop his fingers as you trembled, his fingers pistoning against you with quite a speed. “Come on baby.” He demanded, his thumb moving over your too sensitive clit as you struggled to catch your breath. Your hips bucked as you came again, barely even down from your first high his name stumbling from your lips. You fell back against the bed, your arms aching as your heart hammered in your chest. You opened your eyes to find the world swimming around you, your head falling slack against the pillows behind it. Stiles moved beside you, his hands undoing the restraints that bound you. Your arms fell slack against the bed, a sensation of floating as the muscle stretched out. “You were so good babygirl.” Stiles spoke, his fingers running through your hair as you stretched out, rolling onto your front.  

“I didn’t do anything, you did all the work.” You giggled, your head spinning as you clambered to your knees, your hands finding the planes of Stiles’ chest, your fingers smoothing over the skin. “But you sounded so good.” He said as his hands found your hair again, his fingers entangling in the strands. “Well that’s on you.” You winked as Stiles looked down at your body, his cock twitching in the small space between you. “I think it’s time I pay back the favour?” You smirked, dropping on all fours as you undid the button his khakis, your fingers pulling at the fabric of his boxers. “Not necessary baby girl.” He shivered as his cock sprung out of the material, his head already glistening with precum. “I know.” You looked up through your lashes to see him looking down on you, his mouth hung open as you licked over his head. His eyes fluttered shut, his hips bucking against your mouth. “You wanna know a secret?” You muttered as you licked along the vein on the underside of his cock.  

He nodded, his hair falling over his forehead at the action. “My pussy feels better.” You stated matter of factly, your lips wrapping around his cock as he moaned, his hips jarring against your mouth, his cock sliding back towards your throat. You rolled your tongue over him, hollowing your cheeks as you swallowed him, his breathing coming fast. His hands still knotted in your hair, he pushed you to his base, tears pricking your eyes as his cock hit the back of your throat. “Fuck baby girl, if your mouth is this good, and your pussy is better then i’m a dead man.” He stuttered, your tongue swirling over him as you bobbed your head. He pulled you back, his hands free of your hair as he pushed your shoulders, only satisfied as you hit the mattress, your hair splayed around you.  

Your legs wrapped around his hips as his cock teased over you, his head pressing against your clit before teasing over your entrance. “Fuck baby girl.” He stuttered, your legs pulling him closer to you. He pulled back, adjusting himself till he was lined up with you, his hips easing forward until he’d buried himself inside you. You cried out as he stilled, letting the both of you adjust. “Well you weren’t lying.” He joked as he began to piston against you, his hips rolling in the most delicious way. You gripped onto his shoulders as you pulled him flush against you, quelling the moans that fell from his mouth with your own. He licked into your mouth, his tongue sweet as his hips slammed against your own. His hands gripped onto the duvet next to you, his knuckles white as he reached for your chest. His fingers tore the lace from you, his mouth leaving yours as he licked against your collarbones, his hips never stopping moving against you, his cock stretching you in ways you didn’t know were possible. You were in ecstasy as his lips wrapped around your nipple, his free hand twisting the other between his long fingers. You cried out, your walls clenching around his cock. “If you do that again baby girl, I’ll make sure you can’t walk straight for a week.” He warned, his words punctuated with heavy breaths.  

He licked again, your body tingling as the coil inside you tightened, almost on the verge of snapping. You clenched again, as he sped up, his warning coming again. “One more time.” You smiled, his hips now slamming against your own, his cock hitting that sweet spot. You looked him in the eye as you did it again. “You talk a big game Stiles.” You teased, your breathing heavy as he pulled his chest from you, hitching your leg higher on his hip, his hands anchoring you to him. You cried out as he sped up tenfold, his cock hammering into you as you saw stars unfold in front of your eyes. Your breathing stopped as your orgasm crashed over you once more, curses and moans falling on deaf ears as you arched from the bed, your hands flying out for any grip on reality. You bit your lip as your body soared, Stiles’ hips jarring against yours his own orgasm imminent. “Cum for me Stiles.” You cooed, your body ebbing as you tensed around him. Stiles’ eyes fluttered shut as he slowed, his cock twitching inside you.  

He stopped there for a moment, his breathing coming slow, his mouth hung open. He moved off of you, his back hitting the duvet beside you. You rolled, stretching out your muscles, before standing from the bed. You winked at him as you crossed the room, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and placing it next to the bed. “Recharge and drink.” You winked as you headed to the bathroom. When you came out, Stiles sat on the bed, his boxers slung low on his hips. “I wish I didn’t have to play a game on Monday and that you lived closer. I could get used to that.” You nodded, settling into the covers next to him. He turned to you, bottle in hand a hopeful look on his face. “Will you be at the game on Monday, I’m playing your schools lacrosse team, that’s why I’m here.” He laughed as you chuckled nervously. “Yeah of course I’ll be there!” You shook as you grabbed the bottle, quickly downing the contents. “Do I get another round for luck?” He asked, his tongue rolling over his lips as he looked at you. You nodded, placing the bottle back on the nightstand for the rest of the night.  

GAME DAY.

You spent an entire night with Stiles and never once did you lie to him. You were at the game, but not in the capacity he thought you’d be there in. He expected to see you in the stands, not in gear on the opposing team. You sighed as you put on your helmet, running out onto the pitch, cheers filling the open air. You ran into position only to be greeted by a familiar face. Stiles, stood in maroon, his smirk visible through the cage on his helmet. “Are you ready to get absolutely annihilated today Shark?” He taunted, his eyes not recognising your own. “You talk a big game Stiles.” You replied, his eyes widening as he recognised your voice. “Sophie?!” You nodded, removing your helmet as he removed his own. “WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?!” He near shouted, his eyes bewildered. “I play for the sharks, I thought you knew that?” You shrugged, knowing fine well that he didn’t know. “No, I didn’t know that!” He spoke exasperatedly, his hands rolling through his hair. “Yeah, well now you know, now you need to convince me that you don’t just talk a big game.”