Teen wolf not mine - lila a guest left this idea so i thought I would write it, hope you like x
Why today, out of all days, did her body decide 'yes, right now you want sex, you want full on hot sweaty sex'? No seriously, why? It couldn't have been last night when her and Stiles marathoned all the nightmare on elm street movies, or this morning when he took her on an ice cream run for breakfast - yes, mint chocolate chip ice cream for breakfast, sue her - but no, of course not, of course bloody not because her body got all hot and bothered when her boyfriend wasn't here.
"It's your own fault" Kayla muttered as she glanced down at her body covered up in marvel pj bottoms and a grey vest top, "you've had the past sixteen hours to get horny, but no, you're running late, your fault not mine"
The only response she got was her stomach rumbling in response to hunger. Seems three ice cream cones wasn't all that filling after all.
"Don't argue back to me, I'm your maker" Kayla grumbled, the sexual frustration making her grumpy and irritable as she sat cross legged on Stiles' bed, "you had all night to jump his bones, get with the programme"
Thankfully no response this time otherwise she really would get worried.
No but seriously she couldn't get her head around it - why now? Why not an hour ago when Stiles kissed her forehead and said he would score as many lacrosse goals as he could for her. And yes he was at lacrosse. On a Saturday. In the morning. Blame coach and his obnoxious whistlings and rambling stolen speeches from 'Gladiator', something about 'stand alone you die, stand together and we will win' - bit dramatic for a game of lacrosse but okay. Whatever.
So yeah, she blamed coach for her sexual frustrations because if it wasn't for him she would've done Stiles three times over by now, maybe four if he hadn't have fallen asleep out of pure exhaustion. Damn that image was good. Really damn good.
No Kayla, no. Don't think about it. Don't think about it. Imagining having sex with Stiles was not good, especially because you're about ready to explode she chanted to herself over and over again.
But still... Her hands gliding down his toned chest, nails digging into the lean but not bulging muscles in his arms, kissing her way down his stomach to drag her tongue across his v-line... Oh god, she really had to stop. But she couldn't. Dammit it. Her lower stomach clenched as she could practically feel the ghost of his hands over every inch of her skin, gently touching her thighs, edging past the band of her underwear, slipping the straps of her bra off her shoulders to cup her breasts... Oh sweet Jesus mother of god...
"Don't Kayla... Don't" she muttered to herself, physically shaking herself to get rid of the tingling feeling in her skin. She just had to wait a couple more hours, that was all. A couple more hours and Stiles would walk through that door, all five foot eleven of him, exhausted and sweaty and very fucking hot... Oh god...
"Oh fuck it" she muttered, already feeling a hot flush spreading over her skin like wildfire as she collapsed back against the stack of pillows, hair billowing out around her. She couldn't wait, the more she tried to not think about the more she did. Her imagination was running wild, hell she could practically feel Stiles right now even though he was miles away and it was driving her insane.
She grabbed her phone, hitting speed dial but she didn't expect him to answer but was pleasantly surprised as the phone clicked on the third ring, indicating that someone was on the other end.
"Okay yeah I know, lacrosse-blah, teamwork-blah but you couldn't spare five minutes could you because I'm in desperate need of some phone sex... Like right now, super hot and heavy phone sex, in fact if you talk really dirty I could probably get off in like three minutes, coach will never know you left" she rambled, "or if you can't just take the phone out on the field with you, practice your multi tasking skills"
But all she got back was silence, "well come on Stiles I don't have all day, you gonna get me off or not?"
"Babe... Uh... Um... You're kinda on... Speakerphone" he admitted and she could just imagine his face flushing red, "... In the locker room"
Okay so they might have a bit of an audience, she could work around that, "so? I'm sure we could teach them a few things" and she heard him choke at that, "it could be better than porn"
"Kayla"
"Which, by the way, is so unrealistic, no one could go that long without injuring themselves"
"Oh my god... Oh my god... This is totally not happening right now..."
"Stiles" she cut off his panicking, hearing a few cat calls and wolf whistles from the other line, "I'm horny, you gonna help or not?"
"I... I don't... Oh god..."
"Wow, way to go Stilinksi, didn't know you had it in you"
"How is he not a Virgin and I am?"
"You know, if you don't wanna help her Stilinski I'm perfectly willing to pitch in a hand... Or two"
"What? No, ew, stop that... Gary, don't even think about it" she heard Stiles warn and could just imagine him pointing a finger at this Gary guy, "no, don't do that face, wipe all images from your head... I mean it Gary-"
"Stiles" she whimpered pathetically, whole body buzzing, "pretty please with a cherry on top?"
He groaned loudly, "Kaylz... I-I... Can't" he admitted before whispering, "I don't want to get a boner before another round of practice"
"You're saying no to phone sex? Really? When I'm this horny?" She asked, her voice going higher pitched, "wow..."
"Sorry" he cringed, "uh look, I gotta go coach is yelling-"-"GET YOUR LAZY ASSES BACK OUT ON THE FIELD" Plus the cue of a rather loud obnoxious whistle sound vibrating through the phone, "I'll bring you home some cookies, how does that sound?"
Cookies to compensate for no sex, oh yes Stiles that was just perfect, "fine" she grumbled, "but they better be double chocolate chip or so help me god I will ban sex"
"Yeah, sure" Stiles scoffed light heartedly with a loud laugh, "you ban sex? That's like trying to stop breathing for you"
She'll show him... "Adorable Stilinski, now go score because you certainly won't with me for a long while"
Stiles laughed again, that adorable laugh of pleasure that turned her on even more - dammit - "we'll see, catch you later" and with that he hung up just as coach started shouting something about lacrosse sticks and skulls leaving Kayla laying on his bed with a frustrated sigh.
An hour passed. Then two. Then three and as it hit that mark she had certainly had enough. Her body was screaming for a relief, her core aching so she slid out her pj bottoms, even though yes it was well after noon so what? She was having a lazy day and pulled her tank top over her head, discarding it to the side.
And she knew she was so totally horny if she was getting even more turned on by her own body. She was wearing just a simple pair of matching navy bra and underwear set and not really thinking about much bar how damn sexually frustrated she was she slowly slipped two fingers past the band of her underwear and immediately her whole body clenched, her back arching.
"H-oly s-hit" she groaned loudly, ever so slowly moving the pads of her fingers over the hood of her clit. Who needs a dick when she had some very handy and flexible fingers at her disposal. She had only just got into it, getting into a nice steady slow rhythm when she found herself panting, raising her legs off the bed to move her hips.
Damn it felt good. After waiting for hours for this moment she felt sparks of electricity running through her veins, hot flashes sweeping across her vision. Don't get her wrong, she still wanted Stiles, she wanted to feel his bare body pressed against her, his smell intoxicating her, his lips pressed against her ear as he whispered hot words but if she couldn't have him then you're damn right she would just have to settle in doing herself, there was nothing wrong or shameful about that, people did it all the time.
Her leg tingled as she imagined the way Stiles' hand would curl around the joint of her knee, pulling it up around his hip or how his mouth would dance across her collar bones and flutter across her chest, pressing soft kisses to her breasts before his tongue would sweep across the nipple and she would arch her back in pleasure. Or, in reverse, she would flip them over and slowly ride him, knowing how much he loved it when she rolled her hips against his, grinding against him, all of it just washed over her in a flood of memories and imagines and before long she found herself practically squirming on the bed, her skin clammy.
"Fuck" she gasped, moving her fingers down to disappear into her so her thumb could press against her clit, imagining it was Stiles inside her right now, "oh... God... Oh..."
She clenched the bed sheets underneath her, choked whimpers freeing from her throat as her toes curled in pleasure, feeling herself teetering on the edge of total mind tingling pleasure.
"Yes... Yes... Oh god... Yes, yes... Oh-" her moaning was cut short by the bedroom door opening and Stiles walking in looking absolutely exhausted, his face flushed and sweaty, lacrosse gear completely filthy, his body slumped as if it took all his effort to walk up the stairs.
And she was right... Damn did he look hot when he was all tired and sweaty.
"Uh..." He mumbled at the sight of her laying on his bed, half naked, hand between her legs, an eyebrow disappearing into his hairline as he looked from her to the room and back again, like he was wondering if what he was seeing was real, "Kayla?"
"What? I'm kinda busy here" she gasped out as his jaw got slack, pushing her finger in a little deeper so she moaned loudly, "really... Really... Busy"
"Holy crap" he mumbled, a tongue darting out to wetten his lips as he dropped his training bag to the floor, his molten gold eyes soaking up her body, "what a welcoming"
She ignored him, too busy with her pleasure fest to take in his words as she rubbed her clit in a circular motion, her free hand landing atop one of her breasts to palm through her bra, throwing her head back in satisfaction.
"Oh god... When you called I wasn't sure if you were serious or not, I thought you were just exaggerating" he exclaimed, "I would have totally dropped practice to have phone sex with you, or any type or sex really" he rambled, his body starting to get all jittery, "do you still wanna? You know, have sex? Please tell me you do because you're super turning me on right now"
She found herself smirking, slowing down her hand actions but still rubbing herself - she was in a position of power here, she could literally turn him into a puddle of nerves and hormones and that thought delighted her. She loved teasing him.
She glanced at him, deliberately opening her legs a little wider to stare at him, not missing the very noticeable gulp he gave, "well... That depends" she answers mysteriously, biting the side of her lip.
"D-D-Depends?" He stuttered, seeming nervous, like he wasn't sure if he could fulfil her request, "on what? I'm totally going hard if that's what you're worried about"
"Depends if you can make me scream" she laughed lightly, pushing herself up on her elbow, "do you think you can make me scream Stilinski?"
"Can I...? Baby, I'll make you scream so loud" he smirked, kicking off his shoes so they hit the opposite wall with a thud, clumsily stripping off his hoody and shaking it from his body, trying to pull of his lacrosse shirt in one go but ended up getting stuck so he flapped around the room, his sounds of frustration muffled by the material. He eventually succeeded, throwing the offending shirt away so hard it ended up getting stuck on the light shade above.
Kayla giggled, whole body vibrating with chuckles as Stiles grinned at her lopsidedly, hurriedly dropping his shorts and bending down to peel off his socks but ended up hopping about like the carpet was on fire and the next thing Kayla heard was a surprised shriek and a loud bang as he toppled to the floor.
She laughed loudly, sitting up on the bed to watch as a flustered head popped up from the bottom of the bed, a sheepish look plastered over his face.
"Someone's horny" she teased lightly.
"After seeing that how couldn't I be?" He shot back with a grin, jumping up on the bed with new found energy, his eyes bright as he landed on top of her and they rolled about for a few seconds, laughing against each other's skin.
"Hmmmmm" she hummed back in response, landing underneath him, "how much?"
"How much?" He repeated her question quietly, taking a hold of her hand and slowly guiding it down to brush across the fabric of his boxer shorts so she could feel the very prominent bulge that had already formed, "that much"
She moaned loudly, starting to slowly palm him through the material as he let out a breathy groan, "Stiles..." She whimpered, breathing in his musky smell and trailing a hand up his sleek back as his lips lowered themselves to her neck, gently sucking on the skin.
It didn't take long for his fingers to start fiddling with her bra straps, peeling them off her shoulders to kiss the tops of her breasts, long fingers disapearing around her back to try and unclasp her bra, taking a few seconds until the satisfying click sounded, alerting Kayla to the fact he had managed to unclasp it.
He pulled back, staring down at her as he pulled her bra from her body, his tongue immediately darting out to soothe the hardening nipples as she grabbed a fistful of his hair, arching her back.
As much as she wanted this, as much as she wanted to feel this pleasure a part of her was aching to tease Stiles, to show him how needy she was earlier, to playfully show him how torturous it was when sex was denied.
She flipped them over, straddling his hips as she moved her hair out her way, grinning down at him.
"Aw, c'mon Stiles, you think I would make it easy for you?" She teased playfully, a purr in her voice, "Nu Uh lover boy"
"But... But Kaylz... I-m-"
"-rock hard?" She finished his sentence for him, deliberately rolling her hips against his hard length, "I know..."
She sat up straight, using both her hands to run through her hair slowly before trailing their way down her body, quietly laughing in satisfaction as she started fondling with her breasts and Stiles gaped at her, squirming underneath her uncomfortably.
"Baby-"
"Don't 'baby' me " she ran her tongue across her lips as she leaned down, pressing her chest against his, her lips centimetres from his, "do you want me?"
"God yes"
"Do you want me to make you feel good?"
"Hmmm yea"
"Do you want to feel me?"
"Holy god yes"
She sat back up, a smirk tugging at her lips, "too bad" she winked, before manoeuvring herself off him, a laugh bubbling in her chest.
"Kayla... What-what-" his mouth was agape as she slowly swayed over to his desk, sitting in the seat.
"I have homework" she shrugged apologetically, loving teasing him as she flipped her hair over her shoulder, "maybe you'll just have to jerk yourself off"
Because payback was always a bitch... But she didn't plan on waiting long, her whole body was buzzing for him, she just wanted him to get a taste of his own medicine she thought with a laugh of amusement.
A)n okay that was fun to write haha so please please review and next chapter will be out super soon, pretty please they're so inspiring x
