A/N: I don't own anyone but my OC's…though I wished I owned the rest…*sighs*

Okay I decided to post a one shot that features the one and only Stiles. I think we all know he has the hots for Brooklyn and decided to give him a little Teenage Dream…

Coach was furiously scratching on the blackboard as another game was coming up and it was a big one. Stiles couldn't keep his eyes open as he had no sleep the night before as yet another dream of a certain red headed hunter danced in his mind.

The soft but deceptively firm skin…..

It had been so real to him he could even remember the heavenly scent of vanilla that floated between her rich copper tresses.

Her fingers danced lightly across his skin…

Shivers of anticipation and delight tingled his body….

He felt his eyelids growing heavier by the passing second and Stiles dared to let his mind return to that sweet teenage dream.

Stiles returned from lacrosse practice, aching, sweaty and in need of a shower. Jackson, the almighty douche, had slammed him several times into the ground before Scott dished a taste of his own medicine back to the arrogant prick. His dad was gone on shift leaving the house to himself for the night. He trudged up the steps with gear and backpack in tow until he reached his room. Luckily the shower wasn't but a few steps from the bed where he planned on crashing afterwards.

He dragged everything into his room unaware someone was waiting for his return.

"Hello Stiles," a familiar voice purred. Stiles yelped and dropped his gear on his feet.

"Oh my god don't do that! What are you doing here! Are you stalking me again? Not that I wouldn't mind…."

Brooklyn laughed and tossed her hair back before getting up and out of the chair. She had looked comfortable seated in his worn recliner. She was dressed in skin tight jeans, tighter tank top which clearly revealed nothing beneath it, and a dark denim jacket. She was barefoot which confused Stiles but it was washed away by the presence of the hunter sitting and waiting….FOR HIM!

"I've been waiting for you," she slipped her hands along his face and whispered seductively in his ear. She playfully nipped at his lobe taking pleasure in listening to the quiet whimpers escaping his lips. Stiles felt the hunter's face rub gently alongside his, creating tiny sparks between them along the way.

"Really?" His voice jumped to a higher pitch.

"Really," she lightly brushed her lips across his. Stiles felt the warm moist lips teasing his drier ones and felt his body turning weak beneath her teasing caress. If Brooklyn noticed she didn't care as her lips pressed harder into his.

"Wait," Stiles panicked. "What about Derek?"

"Derek who?" She leaned back in silencing him with her lips. The words were like sweet music to Stiles' ears. "I'm here for you Stiles."

Brooklyn playfully pouted at his stark disbelief.

"I'm hurt…." She pulled away but let her hands close over his. "Ever since I laid my eyes on you I always thought you were cute. The shy, awkward but every loyal best friend."

Stiles' tongue was tied in his mouth he couldn't muster a single coherent word. He was still in shock over the fact Brooklyn was there, standing in his room, wanting him! And only him!

"I know you've been thinking about me….dreaming about me…..fantasizing about me…..wanting me….."

Her fingers danced lightly across his skin, watching as shivers of anticipation and delight shivered through his body. Brooklyn peeled away her jacket letting it fall to a heap at her feet. The grey tank top was hugging her upper torso in all of the right places. Stiles extended an uncertain hand, letting it come to rest along her side.

"I'm not going to bite," she grabbed his hand and placed it across her chest. "Unless you want me to."

Stiles swallowed hard as she guided his other hand across her body, letting his fingers linger anywhere he wished.

"Don't be so shy," she gathered the soft cotton up and over her head letting it join the jacket. "Come here."

Stiles stripped away his dirty sweaty uniform as the hunter sauntered towards the bathroom. Her clothing trailed behind her naked body, creating an inviting path for the teen to follow. He fumbled out of the jersey and shorts then nearly fell on his face as he struggled to step out of his boxers. Whatever Brooklyn had planned he was game! His body responded with a thick warmth that enshrouded his entire body. Sure he had experienced these sensations before but that was only in fantasy! This, this was it!

Brooklyn stood beneath the steady powerful stream when she detected Stiles' arrival. The grin widened across her full pouty lips as she spun around and greeted the teen with a full deep kiss. Stiles groaned into her mouth, feeling the warm slick tongue gliding across his. Their naked bodies clinging desperately to one another as skilled confident hands slipped across Stiles' back and shoulders before racing down to the surprisingly firm ass.

Brooklyn felt the trembling hands become determined and confident as they ran over her body in slow deliberate tracks. His fully aroused body pushed harder against her as he pinned her against the slick shower wall. He broke away and spied the full blown lust that lit her rain cloud hues. He knew what he wanted: her.

"We should take this…." He panted.

"In the bed," she finished his words.

She took him by the hands and led him towards the waiting bed. Nervousness surged through his body once again as Brooklyn lowered her body on the bed. She motioned for the teen to join her, welcoming him with open arms.

"You're not scared are you?" The hunter frowned as concern laced her eyes.

"NO!" Stiles climbed in bed and drew the blanket over them. Such a gentleman.

"I want this…..I want you…."

He held her face carefully between his hands, claiming the sultry mouth as his own. Her legs brushed against him, causing a sharp gasp to escape his lips. Slowly he covered her slender frame with his, swearing he was going to lose it right then and there.

Their bodies rocked in perfect rhythm beneath the worn comforter as the headboard slammed against the wall. Stiles devoured her mouth and tasted her skin against his lips and tongue as he watched her arch her back with each roll of his hips.

God she was beautiful, sprawled beneath him and his…..all his….

"Stiles…." She whimpered and dug her nails into his shoulders. Stiles hissed at the sharp burning sensations but felt them fade as he experienced his first sexual high. He felt his eyes rolling up into his head as the warmth sped throughout his body and vision exploded into a blinding white blast.

"Yes…" he groaned before toppling on top of the hunter's sweaty body. Brooklyn laughed and propped his face up so he could gaze deep into her eyes. A well sated and content expression crossed Stiles' face as a crooked smile crossed her lips.

"Are you okay?" She whispered.

"Oh yeah…." He lazily smiled.

Brooklyn placed his head upon her chest and lightly raked her fingers through his short hair.

"Mr. Stalinski…."

"MR. STALINSKI!"

Stiles abruptly sat up and scanned the room in panic. Everyone was staring at him in intrigue and strange curiosity. Scott just looked with his mouth wide open and in shock.

"Now that Mr. Stalinski has decided to join the class, perhaps he could answer the question to today's chapter."

Stiles felt his heart racing and pants uncomfortably tight as he felt all eyes fixed on him. How much had they heard? Coach's piercing eyes bored the hardest as he waited for an answer. Jackson snickered and made not attempt to hide his amusement from the others.

"I uh….I…."

The bell screamed from above the door saving Stiles from unwanted torment.

"What was that all about? You were totally dreaming back there!"

"So?" Stiles shrugged. "Who doesn't fall asleep in class! You do in chemistry! Which is why you're failing it!"

"Okay calm down," Scott placed a hand on his shoulder.

"Sorry I had a few Adderall," Stiles toyed with the strap of his backpack.

"Well let's go," Scott pushed his friend forward.

They headed towards the Jeep but Stiles froze when he saw her standing there.

Brooklyn was leaning against the driver's side with light denim jeans and matching jacket on. Her eyes were masked by the small sunglasses that framed her perfect face.

"Stiles what's wrong? It's just Brooklyn," he pushed the teen onward.

"Yeah," his voice squeaked.

"Wait a minute," it finally dawned on Scott. "You were dreaming about Brooklyn?"

"So?" He shifted the cumbersome weight against his back before carefully proceeding towards his Jeep. He didn't care what his best friend thought!

Depending on feedback is whether or not it goes multi chap! It would be one shots of Stiles' neverending fantasies!