The day dragged by slowly, and by the time I was finally gathering the books for my last class I felt incredibly wound up, tense and irritated. I had spent all day listening to people gossip and snicker about Stile and I's relationship. I roll my eyes in irritation just thinking about it. Who the fuck do people think they are to give their opinions on who they felt could and couldn't date each other.

Obviously my little stunt with Stiles in the hallways hadn't made things better, and I spent the whole day worried about how he was handling everything. Especially when he told me to go eat lunch with Allison and Lydia because he needed to go talk to Scott about something and I haven't really seen him all day after this morning in the hall.

The bell for class rings obnoxiously and I walk into the classroom for Chemistry, making my way to Stiles and I's usual lab table in the back of the room. Setting my books down on the table, I notice that his seat is empty and I sit down on the stool, biting my lip anxiously. The late bell rings just as Stiles comes sliding into the room, trying to creep to the back of the room without being noticed.

"You're late, Stilinski." Mr. Harris says and Stiles grimaces.

"I was... in the restroom?" He says and Mr. Harris grumbles something as Stiles lets out a sigh of relief and walks over to our lab table, sliding onto his stool.

"Cutting it a bit close, aren't you?" I whisper to him and he quirks an eyebrow at me.

"What, did you miss me?" He asks, smirking at me in a very un-Stiles like fashion.

"Well someone's awfully confident all of a sudden," I murmur to him and he grins at me.

"Guess I've had some inspiration."

I raise an eyebrow at him but he doesn't say anything more about it, "So how have you been doing today?" I ask him, "With everyone gossiping about us and everything?"

"Well I thought about what you said earlier," He says, leaning towards me until his lips are pressed softly against the shell of my ear, "And I realized I don't give a fuck what they have to say."

A shiver runs down my spine and I can feel heat pooling into my core as he shoots me a wink. I don't know where this confident Stiles came from, but I would be lying if I tried to say that it wasn't completely turning me on. Mr. Harris has begun the lecturing but I'm not paying attention to it at all as I rub my hands up and down the smooth skin of my thighs as I clamp my knees together to try and form some friction.

I feel a hand over the top of mine, stilling my movements and my heart thunders rapidly in my chest. He moves my hand off my thigh, replacing it with his and his long fingers play with the hem of my skirt.

"Don't tease me Y/N," He growls into my ear as his angles his body so that he can press himself against my back while still being able to tease me with his hands.

"I-I'm not." I whisper, surprised at my own stutter. I haven't been nervous around a boy since my first kiss so this was a bizarrely new sensation.

The lights dim as Mr. Harris puts on a documentary and Stiles uses the newly darkened room as a way to move his stool even closer to me so that my back is pressed directly against his chest and I'm practically sitting on his lap.

"Did you think I didn't notice how you were dressed today?" He asks, murmuring into my ear as he moves his other hand to play with one of the buttons of my shirt right above the waistband of my skirt. "God I love this shirt on you, it drives me crazy to see you in lace."

I flush, my skin feeling hot under his feather light touches. I bite my lip and glance around nervously, wondering if anyone else is noticing what is going on. I fight the urge to press my legs tighter and rub them against each other to relieve the pressure that is beginning to grow in the pit of my stomach.

"I have to wonder though, who did you wear this skirt for. Did you wear it so everyone else can look at you or did you wear it for me?" His lips are a whisper against the sensitive skin of my neck and he leaves a bite at the juncture of my neck and shoulder to punctuate his question. I bite my cheek quickly and just barely manage to keep in the moan that would definitely alert everyone to what was happening between us.

"I thought you might like it," I mumble, barely audible and I can feel Stiles smirk against my skin.

"Good." He growls as his hand slips up underneath my skirt and I shiver against him. He grazes my clit through my thin lace panties and I can feel myself growing wetter by the second. I grip his thigh with my hand and press my ass against the growing bulge I can feel digging into me from behind. "You're already so wet for me." He groans into my ear and I whimper softly.

He teases me through my underwear and more heat pools to my core as I feel him move my panties to the side with his pinky. His fingers skim my wet folds and I hold back another moan.

"God I wish I could hear you. Hear you whimper and moan as I touch you." He slides a finger inside of me and I let out a sharp breath.

The thought of Stiles' long fingers inside of me make my legs begin to quiver under the table and he slides his finger in and out of me painfully slowly. He slips another finger inside of me and I clench around him as I grind my hips down against his hand. His fingers hook up into me and I have to turn my head and bite against his shoulder to muffle my scream of pleasure as he moans quietly next to me.

I don't move my head from his shoulder resting against him for support. I glance around us again, the couple of kids at the lab station nearest to us seem to have fallen asleep and don't notice what we're doing in the back of the room. The thought of someone possibly catching us if Mr. Harris flicks the lights back on is making my pulse roar with excitement as I hear Stiles pant behind me as I grind my ass against his crotch again.

"Cum for me Y/N," Stile groans into my ear, "Please cum for me I love knowing that I can do this to you."

He uses his thumb to rub my clit, applying more pressure the faster he works his fingers in and out of me. I can feel the heat begin shooting up from the pit of my stomach, clenching around his fingers as I begin to whimper- losing control over the sounds I'm making. Stiles leans over my shoulder, quickly capturing my lips against his as I come apart under his fingers- swallowing my moans so that no one can hear me. I quiver and shake against him as I ride out my orgasm, his lips still molded perfectly against mine. When I finally slump against him he pulls back slightly, sliding his hand out from underneath my skirt, and I can see my juices coating his fingers. He slips his fingers into his mouth and a wave of heat washes over me against at the sight.

"You're just as sweet as I remembered from last night, Y/N," He moans in my ear and I can feel my eyes shift outside of the control that I've worked so hard to maintain.

"What the hell have you done with the shy Stiles Stilinski from this morning?" I whisper breathlessly and he smirks.

"I told you, I've found some inspiration." He replies, winking at me.

"Well, newly inspired Stiles, just remember pay back is a bitch." I say in a low tone as my fingers trace over his crotch and grinning wickedly as he shudders, "And I'm not so sure you're ready to play this game."

Mr. Harris flips on the lights and the bell signaling that class is over rings and Stiles lets out a sigh of relief.

"Oh Stilinski, you didn't think you just got saved by the bell do you?" I tease him and he looks torn between triumphant and worried.

"Well class is over and I have practice so I think I'm fairly safe. Are you staying with Lydia and Allison to watch practice?"

I roll my eyes, "Stiles I've literally stayed for every single one of Scott and your's practices even when all you guys did was ride the bench and have lacrosse balls thrown at you."

"Well no need to be sassy about it," He grumbles and I laugh. "I'll see you out there." He adds as he grabs his backpack, pulling his baggy t-shirt down a little more to hide his very obvious hard on.

I giggle to myself, grabbing my stuff and heading to my locker to meet up with Lydia and Allison.

"Well you look, flushed," Lydia says with a smirk when she sees me and I roll my eyes at her.

"Stilinski must've taken a confidence shot at lunch because he clearly doesn't understand that Chemistry class means he shouldn't be touching me." I mumble and Allison's eye open wife in shock and Lydia laughs.

"Well look at you two getting frisky in school, don't do anything I wouldn't do." She says winking at me and I roll my eyes at her.

"Lyds you literally had sex on Coach's desk, I don't think there's anything you wouldn't do."

"Guess you'll be having lots of fun then," she retorts with a grin and I snicker.

"So how long are you and Stiles going to keep up your little experiment?" Allison asks and I shrug.

"He asked me to help him become more confident and learn how to be in a relationship. So I guess as long as he wants."

"And does he know that you have feelings for him?" She asks and I choke on my breath of air.

"No, no he doesn't, and hopefully it stays that way."

"Why don't you just tell him, he obviously gets all hot and bothered by you. And besides, he's known you his whole life. I doubt he's even really effected by your allure anyways." Lydia says, flipping her hair over her shoulder.

"Stiles just thinks of me as a friend." I say quickly, slamming my locker shut to make my point and Lydia and Allison glance at each other.

"Sure, Y/N, whatever you say." Allison adds and we fall into silence as we walk to the lacrosse field.

We watch the boy practice their drills for a while and then their practice gets out early and I grin to myself as I traipse down the bleachers.

"Where are you going?" Allison asks and I smirk at her.

"To get revenge!" I yell over my shoulder and she shakes her head as Lydia giggles.

I stand in a shadow next to the door to the guys' locker room, waiting for the team to make their way through the doors and none of the players really notice me at all. Stiles starts to walk past me and I grab his arm, pulling him towards me into a hidden alcove under the bleachers.

"Y/N where did you come from?" He asks as I press him against the concrete wall.

"I think you asked your fair share of questions in Chemistry, Stilinski, now it's my turn." I say, grinning at him and he pales slightly.

"W-what here? In broad daylight?"

"Well, that's what makes it fun for you isn't it?" I say seductively, pressing against him and he swallows hard. "At least you seemed like you liked it when you started teasing me in the middle of class." I palm him through his lacrosse shorts and he groans.

I pull his lacrosse shorts and boxers down as I drop to my knees. "You've been such a naughty boy, Stilinski." I purr, wrapping my hand around his shaft and he moans at the contact.

"Oh fuck Y/N please," He whimpers as I pump my hand along the length of his cock.

"Please what Stiles? Please stop," I say stopping the movement of my hand and he whimpers again, "Or please don'tstop." I add as I slide my mouth over his hard length without any warning.

Stiles lets out a load moan, is hands immediately flying to tangle themselves in my hair as I slide him in and out of my throat at a quick pace.

"D-don't stop," He stutters, his words interrupted by his inability to keep from moaning, as his hips buck against my mouth.

I pull him out of my mouth as I look up at him, sliding my hand up and down his length to maintain a level or pressure and quickness.

"Do you like it when I fuck you with my mouth, Stiles?" I ask him, looking up at him innocently as I take him all the way back in my mouth, his cock pressing against my throat as I deep throat him and his eyes roll back into his head as he cums in my mouth, moaning my name over and over again like it's a prayer.

I swirl my tongue around him, cleaning him off before I release my lips around him with a pop and slide his boxers and shorts back up around his hips.

He pulls me towards him, one of his hands behind my head and the other on my waist as he slams his lips against mine in a rough kiss until we're both out of breath and have to pull away.

"Oh my god, my best friend is a kinky freak." He moans and I giggle.

"Stilinksi, I've been saying that exact same thing since Chemistry class."