Disclaimer: Teen Wolf is nay mine folks – ha, a few people expressed interest in a kind of sequel I guess so, yeah, here it is.
Warning – smutty, but I guess you kind of knew that? Ha! Read A/N at bottom about continuation :)
"Kayla… Kayla… Kayla" Stiles shouted at the top of his lungs, "You said ten minutes and it has been way longer than ten minutes" Still no response and Stiles just sighed, glancing at his alarm clock, "Baby, c'mon… it's been eighteen minutes – not ten like you said" And, guess what? Still no reply so Stiles just threw his head back onto the pillows, fully prepared to just deal with the embarrassment that was bound to happen when his dad got home and found him like, well… this – tied up and naked, just the perfect father and son bonding experience.
Don't get him wrong – he enjoyed it, very much so, he enjoyed the added spice and zest to it all but as long as it remained between just the two of them and Kayla didn't start auctioning off tickets to see the live show but if his dad saw this of all things? Oh god… the thought gave him the shivers.
"Sorry babe" Stiles suddenly heard Kayla chuckle as she walked through the door, "I just love to see you squirm" She added, biting down on her bottom lip as she jumped on the bed next to him, amusement glistening in her eyes, "'It's been eighteen minutes'" She quoted, screwing up her face in an awful impression of him, "Very precise aren't we?"
"I am when my girlfriend chains me to the bed" Stiles smirked back, "Especially considering, knowing her, she would probably leave me here just for the laughs"
"Probably" Kayla agreed shamelessly, "And I handcuffed you – not 'chained' – but we'll get to that stage" She sent him a wink as Stiles just glanced down at her attire, wearing nothing but his old plaid shirt that hung off her shoulders slightly, the buttons askew as she had tied it up haphazardly, the material coming to a stop at the top of her thighs giving him the perfect view of her long, smooth legs that rested beside him, touching the side of his torso.
"You're staring Stilinski" Kayla observed light-heartedly, cocking an eyebrow at him as he finally met her eyes, "And staring is putting it lightly"
"You just look really good in my shirt… like really good" He bit the inside of his cheek as his eyes glanced at her slim figure, covered up in his clothes, showing him and everyone else that happened to see that she was his – but not in the creepy or stalkerish way or anything, no, more in the 'she was already taken' way… he wasn't trying to be possessive or anything… okay, maybe he was but in a good way – was there a good way? If there was then that was the way.
"Red's my colour" She shrugged, giving him a smile, "And anyway… most guys like seeing their girlfriends' in their clothes anyway – it's a kind of deep, animalistic thing or something"
"Are you calling me ape like?" He laughed as Kayla threw her leg over his waist, straddling him as her hands rested on his chest, fingers dancing across the skin there, "Very" She purred, leaning down to press a gentle kiss to his collar bone, "But seriously… it's like marking territory or whatever" She pulled back to stare into his eyes, "You know… warning off other guys"
"So not only am I ape like but also jealous" He muttered, straining against the cuffs that kept him in place, "You have such flattering descriptions for me"
"I only speak the truth" Kayla laughed, sitting back up on him, "And I meant ape like as in can be dominating in bed and your jealously thing is kinda hot…" She admitted, "But only to a certain degree though" She warned him playfully, raising her eyebrows.
"I only get jealous because I'm a guy and I know what goes through other guys' heads – trust me… they're not good" He commented, mentally shaking himself because just at the thought that other guys would be staring and leering at his girlfriend made a ball of fire erupt in his stomach.
"Trust me" Kayla repeated his phrase with a playful pout, "… I know" she then smirked, leaning down again to kiss the side of his neck, "And it's the same with werewolves you know… or anything other supernatural creature I guess"
He let out a groan as he felt her teeth graze over him as she mumbled against his skin sending vibrations straight down to his very core, "Wh-what… uh, do you mean?" He managed to get out, feeling the familiar tingling of blood rushing to his length just by her touch.
"Jealousy - It's a primal thing" She said as she let her tongue sweep over the veins in his neck, "If werewolves find a mate they can get very, uh, protective over them" She told him in-between the kisses being pressed against his jaw, "They want to mix their scents together, show other people that that person is theirs and no one else's… marking their territory I guess" She added just as she reached his lips, giving his bottom lip a playful bite.
"Is tha' wha' you're doin'?" He slurred as she still kept a firm grip on his lip, causing his speech to become inadequate, "Mixin' our scents' togethe'?" He managed to get out just as Kayla began sucking on his lip, the added pressure making his head spin and his skin to get clammy.
She let go of his lip, pressing their foreheads together, "Maybe… you're not the only one that gets jealous you know"
"Then take these cuffs off me and I'll do a bang up job of that for you" He bargained, "Our scents will be all over each other"
"It's not exactly a human act though Stiles, hell, until not that long ago I thought I was pretty much human but…" She trailed off, letting out a small shrug.
"But…?" He prodded, raising his eyebrows in questioning.
"But now I guess… I guess these instincts are taking over and I want people to know that you're mine and I'm yours… It's like something from those stupid animal documentaries" She chuckled somewhat nervously and Stiles just caught her gaze, giving her a small smile.
"Kayla, baby, it's fine" He let out a small laugh, "You're not exactly strictly human – I get that, I do – and, trust me, I'm willing to accommodate to whatever you need to do" He nodded his head, "Whether that be some primal scent mixing or cult tattoo's" And that made her laugh, "Okay maybe the tattoos are a bit too much – especially considering you hate that kind of mush"
"Oh I do" She agreed with a chuckle, eyes lighting up, "Ew… hate couples that do that – yuck" She shook her head, a few bits of wispy hair falling in front of her face, "You sure though?"
"Absolutely" He nodded excitedly, "And it's actually kinda hot" He smirked at her before his face fell, "Uh… I dunno how Derek would feel about it though… I feel he may actually rip my head off…"
"I wouldn't let him" She smiled flirtatiously, hands reaching up to fiddle with the cuffs, nimble fingers fiddling with the lock, "Just gimme a sec" She said and just a second later Stiles heard the click of the lock being undone and pushed the thoughts away about where she learnt to do that – whether it be escaping from the police or, well, the same situation they were in now and not even giving her a chance to climb off him he had flipped them both over, pressing her back into the mattress as he held both her hands above her head before fiercely attacking her lips, keeping her distracted as he tried to, slyly, slip the handcuffs on as smoothly as possible.
But, of course, Stiles was about as smooth as crunchy peanut butter.
He felt himself pulling back slightly, still keeping his lips pressed against hers as he pouted in strain, eyes narrowing in concentration, tongue sticking into his cheek as he fiddled with the dainty cuffs, his fingers keeping dropping them or slipping off the shiny metal.
"Uh… Stiles… do you want a hand?" Kayla asked as Stiles fully pulled back, continuing to fiddle with the cuffs.
"No no I got it" He told her, letting out a frustrated noise, "Almost… damn these things are hard to use… damn, what are they? Child proofed – ah…. Almost got it… almost there… just two seconds… I'm almost hundred percent sure I broke these… a-ha, got it" He let out a triumphant noise as he heard them click into place, keeping Kayla's hands securely fixed to the bed frame, "Okay… now what?"
"Now… do your thing" Kayla smiled, "There's not exactly an instruction manual…"
"No the scent thingy…. What do I have to do? Just… touch you? Kiss you? What?"
"Everything" Kayla smirked, "Anything and everything you want… it's all linked to testosterone, estrogen, pheromones, hormones, you name it"
"Okay so I just have to turn you on?" And she nodded, "Now that I can definitely do" He gave her a wink, kissing across her cheek and down her jaw line feeling her shiver underneath him as he trailed his hands down her arms and, continuing to press feather like kisses to her neck, his hands began undoing the buttons of the shirt, deliberately taking it slowly, building up the anticipation as his fingers brushed across her soft skin, feeling it heating up, a flush spreading across her tan skin.
He heard her let out a small moan as he finally got the buttons undone, one hand caressing her side while his other hand tangled itself in her hair, sweeping his tongue across her ear as he lightly bit down on her lobe before increasing the pressure, loving the sounds of her soft moans.
"This good baby?" He whispered quietly, tightening the grip he had in her hair, tugging it lightly while his other hand pushed the fabric of the shirt away from her torso, hands trailing over her belly button and across her toned stomach before stopping on one of her breasts, giving it a light squeeze feeling her whole body jolt in pleasure underneath him.
"Hmmm mmm" She moaned in agreement, her eyes fluttering shut, obviously enjoying just laying back and relaxing – another thing that slightly bamboozled Stiles – usually, from what he had heard, people preferred it either being dominant or submissive, but Kayla seemed to like it both ways and he certainly did too which was another reason why this worked so well – Stiles liked being dominated, he liked dominating, Kayla liked being submissive, she also liked doing the submissive – it was a win-win situation.
Which was why he felt his stomach churning in excitement because, earlier, Kayla had done something so completely mind blowing to him, made him feel special and wanted and, to put it bluntly, made his throat go hoarse with groaning so damn much…
…and he wanted to do the same to her – Stiles Stilinski did, after all, have a few tricks up his sleeve.
Just splitting it up, testing the waters so to speak to see if people are still interested in this being extended – and maybe even changed to a story of mini smutty stories, one's that haven't featured in 'I'm no werewolf' – so if people like it part 2 will be extra smutty and up soon (ha – pun intended) - so please review and leave your thoughts below and I shall see you soon x
