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You stare down at the clothing options on your bed: your favorite pair of shredded black skinny jeans or a burgundy skater skirt. Either would go with the olive hued crop top you donned, but the bottoms would determine what happened today in Chem lab with Stiles Stilinski...

Your date with him seemed like it was months ago when in reality it was only last Friday. After Stiles's teasing under the dinner table, you haven't been able to stop thinking about him. Your mind often wandered to him. The banter, the incredible good looks, and the way it felt when he touched you...

When the meal finished, he pulled you aside while Kira and Scott were saying goodbye. "I meant what I said," He urgently whispered, lightly clasping your trembling hand with a small smile. "Wear a skirt Monday if you want to finish what I started." Stiles released your hand and you let out the breath you had involuntarily been holding as you watched Scott drag Stiles away.

Now, it is Monday and you still have no fucking idea what to do. On one hand you like Stiles and you could only imagine what he had in store for today after how amazing Friday was, but on the other hand you don't know how you felt about doing such intimate things in public. In school. During class!

However, the more you mulled over it the more thrilling and appealing the idea became. Kira will be at your house any minute to pick you up for school so you have to make a decision quickly. You certainly can't go in your underwear no matter how cute it is.

A mischievous beam lights your face as you slip your panties down your legs and toss them to the side before yanking the skirt on just as Kira honks the horn outside. You grab your bag and sprint outside, mindful to keep your skirt from flapping due to the motion. At least it isn't windy today...

The beginning of the day dragged out agonizingly. You could tell Kira knew something was up this morning, but she didn't say anything. You could see why she was suspicious. You weren't singing in the car like you usually did, you weren't as talkative, and you were squirming much more than usual. She's your best friend and subconsciously you know you'll have to tell her about Stiles and you sooner or later, but for now the secrecy adds to the immense excitement.

Finally, it was the transition period to Chemistry. You hurriedly make your way to the bathroom to inspect yourself in the mirrors despite the horribly unflattering lighting. Smoothing out your clothes, you tug the skirt up just a tad to show off a little more leg and let your shirt hang off one shoulder to discreetly reveal your silky black bra strap.You let your hair down from it's ponytail and shake it out with a winning grin. Stiles got the better of you last time, but you'll be the one calling the shots today.

The warning bell sounds obnoxiously and you scurry out towards the direction of class, consciously slowing to a saunter and adding a sway to your hips as you near the room. You enter just as the late bell rings and your orbs scan the room full of students before landing on Stiles who is set up at the station in the very back of the room. Your heart speeds up immediately and you swallow the hard lump in your throat. Then, he peers up at you, his gorgeous eyes widening, raking over you with a satisfied smirk. You pretend not to notice and traipse over to him, settling on the stool beside him while Mr. Harris writes on the blackboard at the front and the mindless chatter of students surrounds you.

"Cute skirt," he remarks snidely while you retrieve a pencil and notebook from your backpack and avoid his entrancing gaze. "Little revealing, isn't it?" he continues, his hand pointedly landing on your knee to punctuate his words.

Your breath catches, but you hide it well, letting no reaction register across your face. Instead, you put on a mask of pure indifference and carefully bat his hand away. "Not yet," you murmur, the double meaning behind your phrase clear to him.

You stare at his scowl, eyes glued to his mouth, and he tsks. "Now you're playing hard to get? Not as cute," he pouts with apparent disappointment.

"Not yet," you repeat with a wink.

Harris starts droning on with the lesson, but Stiles and you aren't paying attention. You're focused on keeping your appearance steady and he is busy watching your hands smooth up and down your thighs, just barely pushing the skirt up higher. He clears his throat and takes a labored breath, trying to force himself to tear his eyes away. When he finally does, he gazes at your face with a slack jaw. You blatantly bite your lip and scoot closer to him.

Removing your hands from yourself, you open your notebook and toy with your pencil. You can feel Stiles's glare burning holes into your back and the rush of power exhilarates you. However, you are quickly tiring of the teasing even though it barely begun. You just want Stiles to touch you again and you making him wait probably won't help the situation. You clearly write 'Now...' on a piece of paper and slide it Stiles, refusing to look at him just as you did the first time you found yourself in this position.

Immediately, you feel his hand again. This time it rests higher than your knee and plays with the hem of your skirt, edging it up carefully. Not enough to expose you, just enough to make things more interesting. His hand kneads your thigh and tickles it with light strokes that drive you wild and cause mild goosebumps to form on the surface of your sensitive skin. Stiles inches up your leg again, now under the skirt, but not exploring further. You fight the urge to press your legs together and rub them to relieve the pressure you feel already building there. You also don't want the wetness pouring from you to stain your skirt.

Now he's teasing you. Again! And he's much better at it. I can't have that, you think with a feisty tone. No more waiting. You are done waiting.

Still avoiding his eyes, you grab the notebook and and hastily scribble 'Now or never!" You give the paper back to Stiles and his hand continues to run over your thigh as he reads, but, when he finishes, his movements stop abruptly. Now you leer at him of your own accord. You want to see his reactions. He seems like he wants to write a reply, but he doesn't want to take his right hand away from you so he settles for a smug smirk and staring into your eyes as his hand creeps up higher. You smirk as you realize what he's about to discover.

His fingers tentatively tease your outer lips and he makes a soft but audible gasp, eyes blowing wide. You quirk your brow suggestively and press closer to his hand which had stilled when he realized you weren't wearing anything under your skirt. "You're going to be the death of me," he whispers while he runs his fingers through your slit, spreading your wetness. You shiver slightly and your legs quake involuntarily. "Relax," he insists gently, gauging your reaction. "It'll be easier if you relax." Then, he finds your clit and suddenly rubs at the sensitive nub roughly with the palm of his large hand. You spasm and clasp a hand over your mouth to keep from moaning out loud at the delicious sensation. Before you have time to adjust to that feeling, one of his digits delves into your opening, luxuriously circling between your tight walls creating something entirely different.

"Damn, you feel even better than I remember, and I've definitely been thinking about how you feel a lot." You feel your muscles clench at his confession and he groans. No longer able to look at him, you glare down at the desk, feeling your face flush with heat as well as the rest of your body. "Shit," he growls, working another finger inside you. There's a barely noticeable discomfort as he stretches you and you clench your eyes shut, determined to contain the noises you desperately want to make. You grind your hips down, reveling at how amazing it feels to have something inside you. His long fingers swirl inside you, going as deep as they can and scissoring.

Your body trembles when he starts to pump his fingers in and out at an increasing speed. You can feel your juices drip down your inner thigh and coat his fingers, the lubrication making everything he did more smooth and pleasurable.

Stiles leans over and, with his free hand, he flips your hair away from your ear and neck. You gulp and glance around the room. Harris is still talking, but facing away from the class. A few students are asleep, some taking notes or doodling, a few listening to music, and others lost in their own worlds kind of like Stiles and you right now. You just wish it was more private so you didn't have to be so silent.

You whimper when you feel Stiles's hot breath fan over you as he murmurs, "You're doing so good at being quiet, babe. Trust me, I wish you could make some noise too. I wish I could hear you," he admits huskily, his fingers not faltering in their punishing rhythm. You shimmy your hips again and whine, grasping his wrist in a death grip as you feel something new building up inside you, sort of like what had happened in the restaurant. "You want to cum for me this time? Go ahead. Go ahead and cum, (Y/N)..." He focuses more energy on your clit, pressing harder and you feel your walls tighten around his digits again. Without warning, a third finger slams into you and hammers in sync with the other two effortlessly.

You can feel whatever is building inside you wind tighter and tighter and you bring your lips into your mouth, squeaking a little at the unfamiliarity of the situation. "Come on, (Y/N). Just do it. Give it up for me, come on!" he urges in a hushed tone through his teeth seductively. His words throw you over an edge you had never fallen over before. You bring your head down to the desk, hiding behind your arms as you feel your eyes roll in the back of your head and your legs shake as they never have before.

Every nerve ending in your body is frayed, coming alive as euphoric tingles flood you. Your dimly aware of Stiles drawing his fingers away from your pulsating insides and you wince at the loss of contact, but you really barely feel it. All you feel is indescribable pleasure weighing down your entire body, making you lightheaded and your limbs heavier. Your hand instinctively grabs Stiles's leg while you pant through it, peering back up at him. He stares at your hand just above his knee while he uses his tongue to clean his fingers and wipes off the excess on his white tee.

Your hold on his leg gets stronger when his body stretches over yours as he reaches for your bag and pulls out some hand sanitizer and gum. He nonchalantly disinfects his hands and pops a piece of gum in his mouth all while you watch stunned, the effects of his ministrations beginning to wear off.

"You know my dad's the sheriff, right?" he ponders out of the blue after a few moments of nothing.

It takes you a couple minutes to form a coherent reply due to the turmoil your body just went through, but Stiles waits patiently. "Yeah, everyone knows that," you breathlessly answer.

He shrugs with a sideways smirk, his tongue darting out thoughtfully to wet his hypnotizing lips. "Well, that means he's not home much. I don't know about you, but I think an empty house would be the perfect place to really have some fun. Want to come over after school to 'study'?" his deep voice insinuates while he waggles his brows at you.

Playfully, you twirl a strand of hair while pretending to consider his offer. "Well, I could use some help in Chem. I've been awfully distracted during class..."