cr: smutandahalf on tumblr

"It's just so easy for you, Y/N, you wouldn't understand."

"What is?" I ask him, not tearing my gaze away from the inky black of the night sky or the small pinpoints of lights dotted throughout it.

I hear him sigh and he pauses before responding, "Nevermind. Don't worry about it, it's stupid."

I frown slightly, lifting my body up from the metallic cold of the hood of the jeep so that I can turn and look at him. I shift slightly so that I'm lying on my side with my chin perched on my hand. "Don't do that, Stilinski," I grumble at him, "tell me what you mean.

He opens his mouth as if to say something before quickly shutting it again and avoiding my gaze. I take this moment to look at him, reallylook at him.

Stiles Stilinski has been my best friend since we were eight years old and I've always marveled at how he's managed to always look the same. Same pale skin, same sprinkling of moles across his face and neck, same messy brown hair and goofy grin. The same warm amber eyes that melted my heart when I first met him then and still melts it now and I frown again. I shift again until I'm sitting up completely now and he glances up at my sudden movement.

"Stiles," I whisper, putting my hand against his cheek before running my fingers through his hair, the back of his head resting against my thigh as he lets out a small breath. "Tell me what's wrong."

He takes a breath and closes his eyes and I wait for his response, "Am I the DUFF of the group?" He asks, looking up at me and I sputter, choking on a laugh.

"The what?" I ask him and he glares at me.

"The designated, ugly, fat, friend" he grumbles and I let out a snort of laughter again, "stop laughing at me!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry." I gasp out, still trying to control my laughter. "Stiles, you're like 12 pounds when you're completely soaked how could you possibly be the designated fat friend."

"Okay so maybe I'm not the fat friend, but I'm like the obligatory awkward one. The spaz. Like it's just so easy for you guys."

"Who?" I ask, interrupting him and he knits his eyebrows together in annoyance, "I'm sorry, I'll shut up now." I say trying to hold in my giggle at how cute he looks when he's annoyed.

"You, Scott, Lydia. You guys are all just so good at the people thing. Meeting people, talking to them," he pauses for a moment like he's trying to swallow his words, "flirting." He finishes.

"Is this what this is all about? You think you don't know how to flirt?"

He lets out an exasperated sigh and looks up at me and my fingers still in his hair, "I know I don't know how to flirt, come on y/n, please, just teach me. Teach me everything."

"Stiles," I say slowly, trying to keep my voice soft and soothing, "you know it's not me that they fall for, it's her."

"Y/N you don't really expect me to believe that the only reason guys look at you is because of your mermaid allure. You can't be that blind."

"Why don't you just ask Malia to help you, she seems to have developed an attachment to you."

He glares at me, scoffing, and I can't help but laugh, "She'd probably eat my face off." He mutters and I giggle again. "Y/N, please, please help me. I don't want to be so awkward and alone for the rest of my life. I want to find what Scott and Allison have. You're my best friend, you're the only one I can trust with this."

"Well what exactly do you need help with? Just knowing what to say?"

"Well, no, not exactly. More like what to do, umm, with the more physical aspects." He says shyly, tapping his fingers nervously on the hood of the jeep.

Now it's my turn to let out a sigh as he stares up at me with wide puppy dog eyes. "Just... just go sit in the jeep. I need a moment to think about it without you staring at me like a begging child," I grumble and he grins at me and gives me a peck on the cheek.

"You're the best, Y/N!" He says as he slides off the hood of the jeep and opens up the door to climb in.

"I haven't agreed to anything yet!" I holler at him and he chuckles.

I pull my knees to my chest as I sit there alone trying to collect my thoughts and slow down my pounding heartbeat. I bite my lip as I go over the potential pros and cons. On the one hand, helping Stiles with this would probably boost his confidence, which is something I've been trying to accomplish for years, but on the other hand this could go very, very wrong and possibly ruin our friendship. I've always been drawn to Stiles, sometimes as more than a friends but he's never seemed interested so I've always just left it alone. I let out a huff and run my hand through my hair before jumping off the hood of the jeep. I go to the driver side door and tap on the window, Stiles jerks in surprise, and I bite my lip in laughter at his spazziness. He cracks open the window and looks at me hesitantly.

"Get out here, Stilinski, we have matters to discuss." I tell him seriously, before flouncing back to the hood of the jeep. I climb back up and reposition myself, lounging back against the windshield. Stiles hops back up onto the hood, landing with a thump and looks at me with a grin.

"So how do we do this?" He asks, inching closer to my body and I put my hand against his chest, stilling his movement.

"Hold your horses, Stilinski, we've got some ground rules we've got to cover first." He nods, looking at me a little unsure of himself.

I take a deep breath and look at him, "First of all, communication is important. What you like, what you dislike, what you want, you need to be able to communicate all of that to the other person. Communication equals trust and trust is necessary."

He nods again, starting to inch towards me again, "Anything else?" He asks.

"You want me to teach you everything so that's what I'm going to do. So we're going to simulate a relationship, which means while this is going on it's just going to be us."

Stiles lets out a snort of laughter, "That's not going to be hard for me, no one is trying to hook up with me anyways," He says before pausing, "But, you're a different story. Don't you need to interact with guys in order to stay in control?"

I bite my lip again, he was right. The only way I was able to stay in control of my abilities was to maintain a certain level of physical affection with men. Which in my opinion was one of the largest pitfalls to being a mermaid. If I started to go into withdrawals I had a tendency to start chaos and was generally a harbinger of bad luck. Which is probably why the Nogitsune that possessed Stile's was always trying to convince me to be his ally and had a sort of soft spot for me.

He takes my lack of response as a confirmation and reaches a hand out to cup my cheek, "It's okay, I can be your anchor." He says and I sigh. Being an anchor for a mermaid was a big deal and required an extreme amount of will power. Prolonged, constant physical contact with a mermaid generally led to strong levels of infatuation and lust and wasn't generally very good for humans.

"Stiles, are you sure you can handle it?" I ask him and he nods quickly. "Alright, but if you start showing any negative signs that it's affecting you then I'm calling the whole thing off."

"Sounds fair," He says, his voice wavering slightly with nerves and I take a deep breath. Since there's nothing left to say we might as well just get the awkwardness out of the way.

I slide a little closer to him, and he tenses up slightly but I don't let that deter me. I slide my hands up his chest, feeling his muscles tense and ripple under my touch before slipping one of my hands behind the base of his neck. I look up at him, gauging his reaction and he licks his lips nervously as he stares at me. I lean in slowly, pulling him toward me slightly, and our lips just barely touch. His breath hitches slightly and I press my lips a little more firmly against his. I pull away and he looks a little dazed.

"Are you okay?" I ask him and he nods, his chest rising and falling a little quicker than usual. "Communication, Stiles, what are you feeling?"

He looks up at me nervously, "Can- can I try?" He asks and now it's my turn to nod wordlessly.

He copies what I did, sliding his hand behind my neck and pulling me towards him, my heart thunders in my chest. The feeling of his hand against my skin feels electric and suddenly he crashes his lips to mine. My lips move against his and he mirrors the action, pulling me closer to him. His hands slides down my body before grasping roughly at my hips and running his tongue along my lower lip. I gasp, my eyes changing suddenly to a dark violet color, and I pull away from him quickly, slightly breathless.

"Did I do something wrong?" He asks me, staring intently at my eyes, and I realize that he's never seen my eyes shift before.

"N-no," I stutter as his fingers ghost along the bare skin on my thigh, making it incredibly hard to concentrate. "I just need a second."

"Is this how it starts?" He asks and I look up at him, "Your allure."

I shrug before responding, "I didn't mean to use it, sometimes it just happens. I can't always control it. We should probably stop, since I don't seem to have a handle on it tonight."

I jump off the hood of the jeep and land on the ground quietly before moving over to the passenger door and sliding into the passenger seat. Stiles gets in behind the wheel, starting up the jeep and begins navigating back to the main road.

We drive in silence, Stiles looks deep in thought and I'm too focused on trying to control the roaring in my veins. The suddenly overwhelming desire to jump on him and make him feel things that he can't even begin to imagine is both exciting and alarming. I press my thighs against each other, feeling thankful that Stile is only human and can't smell the obvious pheromones that I'm giving off.

"I didn't mind it you know," he says quietly, tapping his fingers against the steering wheel, "It actually made me less nervous. I felt like I was more in control."

"Interesting," I mumble- not completely focused on what he's saying as I try desperately to keep my eyes from shifting from their normal color back to violet.

"You need more, don't you." He says, slowing the jeep down slightly as he looks at me and I glance at him, losing control as my eyes shift again.

I bite my lip in response and that seems to be enough of a response for him as he hits the gas and the jeep begins to accelerate. His right hand drifts from the wheel, resting on the skin just below the cut-offs of my shorts, where he alternates between gripping my thigh and splaying his fingers across the sensitive skin.

I try desperately to control my whimper of need. Torn between taking his hand and throwing it off of my thigh like he's made of burning embers or begging him for more as I try to hold onto the shreds of my control.

We pull up to the driveway of his house, his father's cruiser missing from its usual spot, and I raise an eyebrow at him but he doesn't even glance at me. He walks around the jeep to my door and yanks it open before wrapping my hand in his and pulling me after him towards the house.

He opens the front door quickly and pulls me in behind him, slamming the door closed behind me. I lean against the heavy wood, trying once more to get myself under control. "Stiles," I whisper, looking at him and he flicks his gaze up to my eyes and then back down to my lips.

Suddenly he's against me, his lips pressed against mine, his hands are on my waist and I'm almost taken aback by his confidence. He runs his tongue along my lower lip and I moan as he slips his tongue into my mouth. He explores the inside of my mouth with his tongue and the taste of him is almost addicting. I tangle my hands into his hair, tugging slightly, and he groans against my mouth. A shudder goes through me at the noise, and I can't help but to crave more, desperate to draw that sound out of him again. I turn around, maneuvering backward towards the living room, pulling him with me. I push him down onto the couch, and he whimpers at the loss of contact between us before I slip a leg on either side of him as I straddle his lap. My hands are in his hair as I kiss him again, before pulling his head back to allow me better access as I trail my lips down along his jaw and neck. I continue licking, sucking and biting, making him moan my name as I find his sensitive spot, and continue to tease it with my tongue.

"Y/N," he moans again and I relish in the delicious sound of my name on his tongue.

"Communication, Stiles," I whisper against his throat and he bucks his hips up against mine in response, "Tell me what you want."

His long fingers dig into my hips, "Can I touch you." I grind my hips against him and he groans, "Y/n, please, let me touch you."

I grab hold of his hands, dragging them up along my body before bringing them to cup my breasts and his breath hitches in his throat. He squeezes them, brushing his thumbs across my nipples through the thin fabric of my tank top and I moan at the sensation. Encouraged by the sounds of approval I'm making he begins kissing down my neck and I can feel my body flush. The feeling of his mouth of my bare skin feels sinful and if I didn't know Stiles so well I would've thought he'd lied to me about being so inexperienced. He swirls his tongue along my neck, alternating with different amounts of pressure, and each kiss and bite draws a new moan from me.

I close my eyes, trying not to focus on the feeling of his mouth on my skin and I can feel my eyes slowly shift back to their normal color. I pull his head up, placing a soft kiss on his lips. "We should take a break," I say slowly, as he looks at me, his eyes a little unfocused, "I don't want you to get too overwhelmed."

He clears his throat, leaning his head back, and letting out a slow breath. "Yeah, you're probably right."

I nod and climb off of him, plopping down onto the couch next to him, careful to avoid any physical contact. "You're not going to leave yet though, are you?" He asks, suddenly looking at me with concern."

"Did you want me to stay?" I ask him, feeling a little nervous and uncertain, searching his eyes to make sure that he wasn't just trying to stay near me because of the effects of my allure.

He scoffs at me, "Y/N of course I want you to stay; you're my best friend. It's movie night anyways."

He gets up and stretched his arms up over his head, his t-shirt riding up slightly and I can see the waistband of his boxers where the peek out over the top of his jeans that are slung low across his hips. "Well, get up and go order the pizza then. You know how I like it." I say, winking at him. He stumbles slightly and I giggle, stretching out completely over the couch. Maybe this could work out alright, after all.