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"Stiles, seriously, you gotta stop staring" Kayla chuckled, repeating herself for the millionth time, "you've seen me in less"

"But still… damn" he murmured, eyes trailing up her bare long legs, "you look great in skirts"

She rolled her eyes but an amused smirk tugged at her lips. It was about the only time she had ever worn a skirt, especially to school. Shorts were her things, not restricting flimsy scraps of material but she bit the bullet and wore a skimpy little red high waisted skirt because it was hella hot and there was no way she was sitting in school frying like a fried egg. Fuck that.

"If you weren't my boyfriend I would be calling you a perv right now, you know that right?" she teased, shoving the last of her books in her locker and leaning up a little to grab a spare pen from the top shelf.

And Stiles just watched her stretch, the skirt going up a little and cocked his head to the side, watching the hemline brush across her bare thighs, "then good job I am, free pass and all" he laughed, snapping his gaze back to her playful gaze as she twisted to face him, "seriously Kaylz, you look… mega hot"

"You're such a guy" she mumbled with a smirk, "you are aware we had sex this morning right? Like, three hours ago? Sex where I was also very naked and being very flexible – I'm fully clothed now"

"Half clothed" he corrected, gaze settling on her thighs, "and that sex was amazing but skirts man… like wow, you should definitely wear them more often, total seal of approval"

"You're such a horny mess" she laughed, totally amused, "and I'm surprised you aren't acting jealous"

"Jealous? Of what?" he furrowed his brows a little, "I couldn't pull off a skirt, my legs are way too lanky and hairy"

"Not because of the skirt" she laughed, "but that's a good image. No I'm talking about how pretty much the entire male population and female attracted people of this school have been staring at my ass" she said bluntly, lips quirking, "you normally go all sulky and bitter when that happens"

"What-where?" he rushed out, whipping his head around quickly, "I was way too distracted looking at your ass to notice anyone else staring at it"

"Thought so" she laughed, "and chill – just remember" she purred gently, reaching up to play with the collar of his shirt, "you're the only one that gets to grab it" she teased, "or take my underwear off…" he gulped, face flushing a little, "… with your teeth"

Okay, he was a goner.

"You're terrible" he mumbled as she broke out into a smile, "but so true"

She shrugged, eyes dazzling and he smirked back, gaze catching sight of a group of guys just a little down the corridor, eyes fixated on them – or rather, Kayla – and he just glared a little.

"They staring?"

"I'm pretty sure they're undressing you with their eyes" he mumbled, pouting slightly, "god, I hate assholes like that"

She laughed loudly, totally amused by his behaviour, "then let's give them something to look at" and he cocked at eyebrow down at her, confused by her suggestion until a devilish smirk crossed her face, slowly spinning him around to press his back into the lockers, pressing her chest against his.

"Grab my ass"

"Uh… what?"

"Grab my ass" she repeated, eyes glinting mischievously, "let them know that this ass is all yours and no one else's"

He blushed a little, starting to get a little hot under the collar until she leaned up to kiss him, sucking hard on his bottom lip and he was putty in her hands. Plus, who could pass up at offer like that? Exactly, no one.

He let her take control of the kiss, lips working slowly but powerfully over his as he slinked his hands down her body, hooking them around her hips before slowly sliding them down to smooth over the soft red material of her short skirt, groaning against her warm mouth at the curve of her ass, so taut and fleshy he resisted spanking her right then and there.

But she upped the ante, dropping a hand to grab his wrist and slowly manoeuvring his under her hemline and settling his palm against her heated skin, cute little lacy underwear hugging every curve and exposing enough skin that he could class it as naughty.

Damn

He groaned again, sinking his nails into her soft flesh before his other hand followed suit, pushing up her skirt to knead her skin in his large hands, his strong grip tugging her lower body against his and he grinned against her lips as she whimpered, getting lost in the moment.

Safe to say that anyone that passed definitely knew her ass was his and his alone.

Well good, he hated watching people lust after her, it was infuriating.

He pulled back, stuttering a little for breath and let his hands slowly wander down her thighs, tracing patterns with his fingertips, "Yup, your ass is just as great as I remember"

Her lips quirked, pecking his lips once more before stepping back, "I'm glad" she teased, "now let's go to biology"

He groaned in disappointment but his chest expanded in excitement as she slipped her hand into his, walking with him down the corridor.

"Wait, uh…" he mumbled, leaning down a little to whisper in her ear, "what colour panties you wearing?"

He was a visual person, he liked seeing and noticing every single detail, no matter how small.

"Spoiler much?" she grinned, "gotta wait for the live show Stilinski"

"You're killing me here Kaylz"

She just shrugged and he pouted a little, "please? Even just a hint"

"Nope"

"Are they blue?"

"Not telling"

"Red? God you suit red so much"

"My lips are sealed"

"Pink?" he further insisted, "yellow? What? Kaylz please"

She smirked, steering him towards the classroom, "wait and see Stiles, I don't want to ruin the surprise"

"Surprise?" Isaac suddenly appeared, Lydia by his side as they met outside the classroom door, "what's the surprise?"

But before he could stutter out some terrible made up lie Kayla beat him to the punch like she always did.

"What colour panties I'm wearing" and he flushed a deep red, his eyes widening, "but I said he's not going to find out until they're on the floor later"

"… Forget I asked" Isaac mumbled as Lydia giggled, "but I'm guessing black" and Stiles shot his stare to his, "what? If it was a bright colour I'm pretty sure you would see through that flimsy material"

Wow… was his girlfriend's ass some sort of damn tourist attraction or something?

"You too?"

Isaac just shrugged shamelessly and Lydia smirked, "and you all can thank moi for that, me and my amazing fashion sense picked it out for her"

Kayla just rolled her eyes fondly, totally amused as she swept into the classroom and each pair of eyes followed her movement, totally mesmerised by how the short skirt flowed graciously with her movements, hugging her every curve.

Seriously, damn.

Stiles just broke the silence first by coughing awkwardly, not ready to admit how much she was turning him on.

"She's evil I tell you – evil" and with that he followed her in, cheeks splotted red as he took his seat next to her on the high seat at the back of the class, Isaac and Lydia smiling as they sat in front of them.

They were instructed to take out their notebooks and pens and take notes while the teacher put on an hour long film about insects or some shit, he really wasn't paying attention, his gaze fixated on her bare thighs as she teasingly kept playing with the hem, letting it rise that little higher and higher each time.

Like he said – evil.

The room got dark as the lights shut off, students already looking bored as the old style documentary starting playing and Stiles just wrapped his hand around the metal stool leg of her chair, using his strength to tug it closer to him, the steel making loud scrape marks across the floor that was covered up by someone coughing.

"Why won't you just tell me?" he whispered, their arms brushing, "I need to know"

She flashed him a smirk through the darkened room, "I like torturing you"

Oh, didn't he know it.

"I could just look you know" he mumbled and she quirked an eyebrow, "no one would see me… I could just drop to my knees right here right now" he added and grinned in delight when he watched her press her thighs tightly together, her gaze landing on his pink lips, "… stroke along your legs… slowly spread them apart…" she let out a very faint whimper as he spoke, "… put my face between your thighs and pull the lace all the way down your legs…"

"You wouldn't" she challenged with a smirk, "not in a classroom with twenty people just feet from us"

He cocked an eyebrow and her smirk faltered, "wouldn't I?"

She gulped loudly, letting her gaze trail over their classmates in front, most either bored out their mind or sleeping, the teacher standing to the side as she watched the video play out and then met his stare again, "I don't think you will" she whispered, "you hate getting caught in sexual situations"

"Not as much as I hate not knowing what's under this" he murmured, laying a hand atop her skirt on her thigh, thumb brushing across the soft material, "and who says we'll get caught?"

She grinned "we always get caught Stiles"

He flashed her a bright smile, "not this time" and with that he slid out of his seat, slinking down to his knees on the hard floor and was sure he heard her gasp a little as he slid his hands around her ankles, caressing the smooth skin.

Ever so gently he moved forward, pressing his lips to her shins and playfully dragging his lips along every inch of skin on show, the tip of his tongue cooling her burning skin as he trailed his hands all the way up to her knees joints, an appreciative hum escaping his throat.

So soft, so silky and oh so warm.

She jolted a little and he was sure her breathing pace sped up, his strong hands slowly starting to spread her legs apart, desperate to see her burning core, feel how no doubt wet she was, so eager to just taste her right here and now and no longer had he started spreading her bare legs, only managing to see a flash of deep colour between her legs did he hear a call of his name.

He jolted, body spazing in panic as he shot up, top of his head painfully colliding with the underside of the desk as he tried to scramble back into his seat, panicked sweat coating his body.

"Mr Stilinski, is everything okay?"

"Uh…" he chuckled nervously, meeting the teachers gaze across the room, "y-yeah sorry I was uh, I um d-dropped my pen and it-floor" he stuttered, "but I got it – yay, pens unite"

The teacher frowned, "eyes up front Mr Stilinski, there's a quiz at the end"

He just nodded, groaning under his breath as Kayla lightly giggled from next to him and Lydia flashed him a grin over her shoulder.

"So what were they?" she smirked, "I'm betting yellow"

Great – now everyone was interested in knowing what colour underwear his girlfriend was currently wearing and were not around her ankles like he wanted.

"Indistinguishable" he mumbled, throwing Kayla a sulky glare, "and stop looking so amused" he hissed lightly, "I think I just got a concussion"

"I told you" she sing-songed quietly, "we always get caught"

Then he would just have to be more discreet.

Lydia turned back to the front, laughing to herself as Kayla reached out, gently running her hands through his hair and soothing his banging skull for a few minutes until the pain lessened and she dropped her arm, going back to fiddling on her phone.

Uh… so not on. He was determined to find out and he wasn't going to let up until he did. He guessed you could say he was a little determined.

So gently, softly, using all the stealth he had he ever so slowly let his large palm cup her bare knee joint under the table, deliberately keeping his eyes up front as the teacher kept flicking her gaze to the class suspiciously.

He continued on his journey, slipping his hand up further and further until he was brushing past the hemline of the red skirt, a blissful sigh escaping his throat at the feel of her warm thighs press together, no doubt feeling all sorts of undeniable pleasure course through her body.

He smirked to himself, grazing the tips of his fingers higher until they skimmed along the frilly no doubt see-through lace, slowly inching a pad of his finger across the curve until they settled directly over her covered core, tracing patterns.

"They feel so soft" he whispered, just loud enough for her ears and her ears only, "are they silk?"

A small whimper escaped her parted lips as she nodded and he groaned, dipping his fingers down further and tracing delicate shapes across her core with just enough pressure that she could feel faintly what his fingers did to her, driving her insane.

"… Are you getting wet?" he murmured, increasing the pressure ever so slightly, "I bet the feel of my fingers are going to soak these cute little panties right through huh?"

She pressed her thighs tighter together, one hand curling around the edge of the desk as some form of control, cheeks heating up. And that just made him smirk more, gaze darting across the class to check no one was staring back at them as he rubbed his fingers across her clit, grinning as she jumped and had to hold back a moan.

"You have to be quiet Kaylz" he reminded her with a snort of amusement, "or I'll stop"

She snapped her head to the side, meeting his stare with big pleading eyes, the words 'please don't stop' flashing through her bright gaze.

He rubbed his fingers in slow soft circles, circling her covered clit and feeling so damn proud as she had to bite down on her bottom lip – hard – holding back any moans that threatened to spill free.

Man, he was so winning at this.

"That's it" he whispered, sliding his fingers all along the lace, the skimpy material dampening under his very touch, "nice and wet, just for me"

She let a small moan escape her lips, fingers curling around the edge of the table just as Isaac swivelled around in his seat to cock an eyebrow at them, his gaze moving from Stiles' shit eating proud grin to Kayla's flushed and needy look, rolling his eyes as he watched Stiles' hand move under the table.

"You two are terrible" he murmured, "you are aware I'm gonna be able to hear all this sordidness right? And smell it?"

Stiles couldn't think of anything better… listening to her moans, groans and whimpers, those little squeaks that left her lips when he did something particularly good, that sweet musky scent of her arousal, how damn beautiful it was when he licked it all up.

"That just means I'm doing something right" Stiles smirked, prouder than ever as Isaac screwed his face up, his fingers still dancing across the lace, "but I get it, no need to feel inferior because I'm more experienced that you"

Isaac just narrowed his eyes into dangerous slits, "watch it Stilinski"

He rolled his eyes, letting his stare trail across to Kayla as Isaac swivelled back around in his seat, loving the way her chest was rising and falling rapidly.

"Does Isaac listening to what I'm doing to you turn you on baby?" he mumbled, dipping his head down to graze his lips across the lobe of her ear, "does the fact that there's a whole classroom of people just feet away from us make you wet?"

She nodded shakily, totally in his mercy.

"Good"

And with that he skimmed the fleshy pads of his fingers all the way up to the band of her lace, peeling it back from her skin and ever so slowly started tugging them down her thighs until they curled over her knees, his mouth watering and bulge forming in his pants.

"So your colour" he whispered, gazing longingly at the deep purple lace, the centre wetter and darker from her delicious arousal, "but then again, everything's your colour"

Her breath caught in her throat, his keen gaze fixated on her needy one as she watched him tug the underwear down, lifting her legs a little so he could pull the skimpy material free from her legs and place it directly on the desk in front of them.

A smirk tugged at the corners of his mouth, a breathy groan escaping his parted lips as he allowed just a single finger to curl through her wet folds, now totally accessible to him and anything he wanted to do.

"You weren't kidding huh?" he laughed under his breath, adding another finger to swipe through the delicious juices that burned his fingers, "you really are wet. God, I even bet your panties are even more soaked through than I thought…" and those lust filled words just made her whimper, deliberately clenching her jaw as he circled her flushed clit with his thumb, the material from her skirt brushing across his hand as he gently slipped the pads of his fingers into her, her back arching at the contact as he eyed up the underwear on the table, imagining how wet and hot they would be.

"You always get so wet for me" he praised quietly, "good girl"

He resisted his own groan of pleasure at the feel of her walls tightening around his fingers, clenching around them as he softly stroked deeper and deeper after each thrust, curling them exactly where he knew she wanted them, pressing deeper and deeper into her as she literally jolted, nails scraping along the table as she tried to hold back her moans.

He pressed their sides together, lips dancing across the side of her head as his thumb started gently working her clit at the same time, smirking as she spread those long legs wider for him, hips circling into his hand in desperation.

"Kaylz, baby… do that thing you do" he murmured, sinking deeper and deeper, having to go slow so his fingers against her wet core didn't make a single sound in the quiet classroom, "I need to feel you do that thing with your pussy…"

She immediately knew what he was talking about, clenching her muscles tighter as they rippled across his fingers and he stuttered out a surprised gasp as she tightened even tighter than she already was, cum starting to slide down his fingers.

"Mmm just like that" he praised, eagerly pushing into her a little harder and stroking along those painfully tight ridged walls, his fingers completely soaked as he continued circling that little nub, aching to feel more of her.

But the more he pleased her, the more he felt his cock harden in his jeans, a tight bulge forming as he imagined his mouth there, his tongue tasting all those wonderful exotic flavours from her wet pussy, her bare sweaty body bending whatever way he liked, desire pumping wildly through his veins.

God he wanted her – bad.

No, he needed her.

Needed to suck and nibble at her neck, bite gently into those perky breasts and flick his tongue over those achingly hard nipples that he loved to suck on, breasts that looked so good glistening in either his saliva from his tongue or thick cum from his cock, trace his fingers along her every delicious curve from her waist to her ass, so toned and perky he just wanted to graze his fingers over it, maybe even spank her, feeling her skin bounce and ripple under his hard slap and then pull her on top of him, letting her ride whatever she wanted – his face, his cock, he didn't care, as long as he got to feel her unravel.

He wiped his free sweaty hand off on his jeans, giving in a little as he stroked the hard bulge, a blissful sigh escaping his lips. But he had to admit, it would feel much better if it was her mouth around him, pushing him back into that tight little throat of hers.

God yes.

Especially if they were being extra dirty and he got to choke her, wrapping his hands through her thick hair and forcing her pretty little mouth around him until he heard her gag, trying to speak around his cock to tell him how thick he was, how big, how damn good.

Instead, not wanting to come undone inside his pants, he trailed his free hand up her body to trace the curve of her breasts over her thin top, her nipples having hardened so much he could feel the raised peaks digging in through her bra.

"Perfect" he whispered, continuing to pump his fingers knuckle deeper, pressing hard on her clit as she jumped, sweat trailing down the side of her neck, lip bloody from biting so hard and fingers red raw from grabbing at the table, "you're going to cum for me, aren't you?"

She stuttered out a gasp, biting down harder on her lip as he sped up, not caring about the gentle sounds his fingers made as they continuously sunk deeper and deeper into that sweet pussy, no longer circling her clit but rubbing at it roughly, eager to feel and taste all that delicious wetness.

His lips quirked, eyes falling to the sight of his moving hand against her skirt, her legs shaking as they sprawled out useless, squirming in delight at his touch as he felt her tighten even more, pussy rolling against his fingers.

"That's it, let go baby" he mumbled, voice husky and barely above a whisper as she clawed at the edge of the table, his cock twitching at the sight of her body squirming, "give it to me Kaylz" he urged, continuously pressing and rubbing against her g-spot as she suddenly hunched over, body quaking and for a second he thought she was going to squirt he was applying so much pressure, thinking briefly how much of a bitch that would be to clean up and explain – especially in school. Like he didn't care when she did it anywhere else, her room, his jeep, his bed, hell even in the woods or even on him, all over him because it was such a major turn on, but she didn't, coming undone as her entire body jolted and moved.

And he felt that – her walls clenching, legs spreading wider, blissful whimpers leaving her lips as she reached down, grabbing his hand and holding it tightly against her core, revolving her hips and rubbing her pussy over it, riding out her high as quietly as she could.

And she was surprisingly quiet – god knows how, she was a screamer, but she did, the extra thrill and danger just adding to both their pleasures.

"You came hard" he chuckled under his breath, still feeling her walls tighten and pulse beat heavily inside her, cum soaking his fingers and trailing down her folds, dripping down the curve of her legs all the way across that tight little ass he loved so much.

She moaned a little, agreeing with him as she was breathing heavily, meeting his gaze, "I hate you Stilinski"

His lips quirked, a cocky smug look crossing his face as he slowly inched his fingers from her wet core, her eyes flashing hungrily as he just slowly started sucking on his wet fingers, licking up each clear white drip, his tastebuds exploding in pleasure at how damn good she tasted, so fresh, so sweet and so fucking addictive.

"Nah you love me" he winked, "especially my fingers, am I right?"

She let out a breathless snort but smirked, totally overwhelmed and still feeling an intense pleasure burn between her legs, completely soaked through.

And Stiles just grinned, balling up her underwear and throwing it carefully in front of him, directly between Isaac and Lydia on their desk and laughed a little as they both turned around to look at him with raised eyebrows, Lydia looking far more amused than a rather pissed off Isaac.

"And BTW – they were purple, as you can probably see"

A/N) I cant help myself sorry ahahah lol but I hope you all liked as much as I did writing it haha and please pretty please review and I shall see you real soon ha xxx