I Would Love A Fic About Dylan Waking Up In The Middle Of The Night Horny, Having You Pressed Close To

I would love a fic about Dylan waking up in the middle of the night horny, having you pressed close to him, and the pair of you lazily getting off together, him fucking you on your side like you were already cuddled up, slow and hazy, just chasing the good feeling

18+ warning: sexual situations & language

You woke slowly with his hand caressing along your hip and his lips pressed against your neck. Your back was against his front as the two of you lay in bed. As your mind slowly woke you knew that you hadn't been asleep for a long time. You moaned softly when you felt the roughness of his beard against your neck as he continued to kiss and nip along the skin.

"...Dylan?" You spoke, your voice was hazy from your sleep.

Dylan moaned, deep within his chest, not moving from your neck. You pressed your hips back towards him and let out a small noise as you felt him hard against your ass. You reached back and threaded your fingers through his slightly grown-out hair, tugging on it slightly, causing him to moan again.

Dylan pulled back and pressed his forehead against yours as his hand moved down and pushed your his shirt up slightly, his fingers teasing along with the band of your underwear before slowly pulling them down.

Neither of you needed to speak.

You could feel how much he needed you.

From behind you, you felt Dylan shift as he pulled down his shorts.

You melted into him more as his fingers moved along your slit before teasing your clit. Dylan worked to draw out every little moan that you made as he teased you. You tilted your head back and pulled him down towards you so you could kiss him. Your lips moved together in a slow kiss.

You whimpered softly when you felt Dylan's fingers slowly move from between your legs. He pulled back away from you and brought them to his lips, before sucking on them. Dylan moaned as he slowly pulled them from his mouth.

Your breath caught for a moment when you felt him pressed against you, Dylan slowly stroking his cock against your wet slit. Your hips moved back against him as you became impatient. You needed to feel him, and he knew that. The slight smirk on his lips was evident of that.

Dylan's hand moved up your body and teased your nipple as he slowly thrust inside of you. Your head fell back against the pillow as you felt him. His thick cock stretched you, and Dylan wanted to make sure you felt every inch of him. He slowly pulled his hips back before moving back in.

He fucked you slow, tender but each thrust was deep. Your hips began to buck back against him.

"...that's it baby...god you feel so good...mmm, love your pussy so much." Dylan moaned, his lips brushing against yours, both your breaths hard and labored. Hearing his deep voice and moans made you clench and pulse around him more. Dylan felt like you were pulling him in deeper with each thrust with each word of praise that left his lips.

Your eyes met his and for a moment Dylan thought he was going to lose it with the feeling that shot through him.

But he slowed his movements and changed his angle slightly, making you grip him tighter. The erotic sound of your pussy wrapped around his cock mixed with both your moans. The room felt hot and thick with tension as you moved together.

You moaned his name like a soft prayer as you felt yourself drawing closer and closer to the edge.

You knew he was close too. Dylan's thrusts become more erratic with every pull of his hips.

His arm wrapped around your middle and pulled you tighter against him as you both came. You shuddered against him and closed your eyes for a moment.

Dylan thrust in a couple of times before slowly pulling out.

You bit on your lip and moans as you slowly felt his cum slowly move down between your thighs as the two of you lay there.

Dylan bent down and kissed along your shoulder before moving up and kissing your lips softly. His arms stayed wrapped around you as the two of you cuddled into one another.

DAY TWENTY

TMR Thomas + hair pulling kink

[warnings - cunnilingus, pillowprincess!fem!sub!reader, softdom!thomas, hair pulling kink]

[word count - 1130]

[kinktober list]

It’s been a long, gruelling week for Thomas. Day after day consisted of endless running, mind-numbing map making, tasteless mush and sleepless nights. The Glade doesn’t really keep with the concept of the weekend, but Runners work off a four days on, three days off schedule (a guideline only created so pulled muscles and dehydration a chance to fade).

He hits the all but useless mattress of his and yours shared cabin with a resounding thump. His plan, as exciting as it sounds, is to chain himself to this God awful bed and not leave until Minho is pulling him to the maze, kicking and screaming. He is absolutely not leaving this bed. His eyes cannot even be forced open. Nothing can make him leave this-

“Tommy?”

Oh. Your light, dreamy voice drifts throughout the draughty shack of a house, gracing his ears like melted honey. It made him want to rise from the well-worn sheets and follow the sweet tone until he came into contact with your warm, malleable body.

“Baby,” he sits up against the creaking headboard, blinking owlishly as he watches you cross the threshold to your rickety cabin, pushing the door closed with a soft click and seemingly floating towards him. He props himself up against the headboard, hands outstretched and awaiting your body to fill them. You don’t leave him yearning for too long; situating yourself atop his muscled thighs and giving in to his possessive grip on your waist with an unflinchingly attractive grin.

“Missed you,” you all but purr, nudging your head under his chin in a vaguely feline motion that has Thomas letting out a breathy chuckle and surrendering himself to your whim. Your lips rest somewhere amongst the goosebumps littering the excitement warmed skin around his adams apple, “was- was with those smelly boys all day, ‘nd all I wannid’a do was run into that silly maze ‘nd get all your kissies,”

Thomas very nearly lets a whimper slip out at that. One would think, after being one of the only people responsible for the escape of all his friends (along with those he doesn’t like so much), he must want to release all the stress in his body; not have to take care of anyone else. In fact, the complete opposite is true - he absolutely adores being the only one able to cater to your every whim, not like those ‘smelly boys’. Having you pout up at him with those big, pleading eyes as you beg him to take care of you, give you what you need.

“Oh, my poor baby,” he frowns, shifting his chin so he can smooth a kiss to the crown of your head, “wish we could stay in bed all day,”

“What, so you can keep your mouth on me all day?” You tease, giving a playful nip to the empty canvas of his throat. It’s a hint - not a very sly one at that - and you roll your hips against his to give the ache between your thighs a short reprieve. He almost rolls his eyes, a sly smirk masking his cheeks and all of a sudden you’re squealing and his biceps are bulging and he’s slamming you down onto your back on the much too thin mattress.

“Right as always, my queen,” he admits, shuffling shamelessly down the bed until his shoulders nudge apart and the tip of his nose grazes against your clit through the thick denim of your stonewash jeans.

“Tommy,” you keen, raising your hips to meet the tiny spark of friction, “want you to make me cum,”

“F’course, babygirl,” he concedes, ever the sucker for your innocent pillow princess act, and grasps at your hip with one hand, blunt nails digging into your supple skin as his other cradles your head to soften the blow as he flips the two of you over. That small gesture makes you smile, reaching up to smooth a gentle kiss to his stubbled cheek.

“Hey, hey,” you interrupt his ministrations, gripping his jaw to stop the tingling kisses he’s begun littering across your neck. He pulls back, a look of concern imprinting on his features, ready to distance himself from you, You’re quick to carry on, “I love you,”

His face goes soft again, a crimson hue dusting his cheeks. His head dips down to the joint between his neck and shoulder, leaving a sweet nip to the skin, “I love you too, pretty girl,”

Thomas makes quick work of stripping you down - well, it’s more that he shoves your shirt up above your tits and pulls down your sports bra enough for them to pop out, then unbuttons and drags down your jeans.

He isn’t shy when his tongue darts out to smear across your labia, gathering up all of the wetness accumulated over a long day of thinking about this moment. Thomas latches his lips around your chronically understimulated bud, sucking deeply and making you jolt in his hold, a surprised gasp flying past your sun-cracked lips. He doesn’t dare use his fingers yet, not until he’s lapped up all of your sweet juices. You can’t help but tremble under the lavishing of his tongue, hands shooting down to grasp at the roots of his hair, tugging him closer despite the overwhelming pleasure you’re already shaking from. Thomas let out a muffled grunt against your clit at the new sensation, pushing his tongue flat against your spit-slicked and allowing his teeth to scrape over your sensitive skin, collecting up all of your escaping juices.

“Fuck, baby,” he rasps against your pussy, sending firm vibrations through you. He leans into the tug on his hair, encouraging you to keep going, “feels so- feels- fuck,”

You almost laugh at the irony of his stammered words, as if he’s getting more pleasure out of this exchange than you are. The thought makes you shudder, a pathetic whine slipping past your lips as you grind yourself against his tongue and pull harder on the tangles of his hair in the hopes that he lets out another precious moan against you.

“Tommy, Tommy, m’gonna cum- oh,” you sigh out, rutting against his fingers as they finally come into contact with your dripping core, sliding past you entrance and rubbing against your gummy walls, pressing against the spot he just knew would make your eyes roll back into your skull.. He doesn’t relent, thrusting his fingers at your g-spot until you crumble, screaming out your release and coating his fingers in a pearly white substance, not stopping until you shuffle back, whimpering from overstimulation.

“So,” he draws himself back, licking all of the excess slick from around his lips, arching forward as you go to pull your hands from his curls, “I think we’ve learned something today,”

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Drunken Affection {DYLAN O'BRIEN}

Author's Notes: We all just want to hang out with drunk Dylan, yes? Yes. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Drinking, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut *(drunk sex, teasing, hair pulling, dom/sub undertones, biting, public indecency, spanking, unprotected sex - please be safe out there, your choice how!)

Requested? NOPE! Requests are OPEN!

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They were out and about with friends, life in L.A was back to normal for the most part. Dylan was feeling particularly social that night so they decided to hit dinner and drinks with some friends.

"Keep your hands to yourself." Dylan mumbled over the top of his glass, just loud enough for his less than sober girlfriend to hear as she reached for the zipper of his jeans again. He trained his eyes forward so no one would suspect he was battling a handsy girlfriend trying to put her hands on him below the table.

"I want to have sex, Dylan." She slurred as she knelt on the bench of their booth and wrapped her arms around his neck, kissing his cheek.

"We'll leave soon. Sit down, drink some water and behave yourself." Dylan laughed softly as he wrapped an arm around her waist, accepting her drunken affection.

"I don't want water yet." She pouted over at him, poking a straw in the melting ice cubes in the bottom of her cocktail glass.

"I think you need it, though." Dylan smirked.

"You're not fun."

"Says the woman that didn't want to have sex on the balcony of our hotel in Mexico because someone could see us." Dylan teased as he massaged the back of her neck.

"I didn't want to get tossed off the edge!" She squealed as she grabbed his shirt collar and tugged herself close to his body again.

"I'd keep you safe." Dylan grinned as he nudged her nose with his.

"Take me home, O'Brien." She hummed as she pressed her body to his, almost in his lap as he slipped his hands into the back pockets of her jeans.

"Can I finish my beer first? Then take you home?" Dylan mumbled with a squeeze to her backside.

"Fine."

"Be a nice girl." Dylan grumbled with a soft pinch of her chin before he turned his attention back to the table, sipping his beer and ignoring the ache in his lap.

Dylan did as he promised, finishing up his beer and then taking her back home. He unlocked their front door, his mind fuzzy as she held him from behind while her fingertips slowly slid down the zipper to his jeans.

"I can't focus when you do that." Dylan sighed contently as she reached inside of his briefs to take hold of his half hard manhood.

"You're a great multi tasker." She hummed with a smile as she stroked him slowly, and softly from behind.

"Not when I have my girlfriend's hand in my pants." Dylan groaned as his chin dropped to his chest.

"It's good?"

Dylan moaned out in approval as he pressed a hand flat to the door, abandoning his task of opening it. His hips thrust back and forth, moving himself in her palm. He snapped his eyes open when he realized what he had left her soft, drunken hands lure him into. He quickly swatted her hands away and tucked himself back into his pants before he turned to face her, grabbing the backs of her thighs and lifting her up.

"You didn't like it?" She breathed out as she pulled up the back of his shirt to feel his warm skin, his muscles tense as he held her up against the door.

"I told her to be nice." Dylan mumbled as he grabbed her wrists and pinned them to the door beside her ears.

"I would consider giving my boyfriend a hand job outside of our home a very nice thing to do. Felt like you needed some attention from me." She huffed as she squirmed in his grip.

"I always need your attention." Dylan cooed as he pressed his body against her completely, leaving absolutely no room for either of them to struggle.

"Let me in the house, take off your pants and I'll give you all of my attention." She grinned as she tried to lift her hips.

"Maybe I want to give you my attention." Dylan mumbled as he sunk his teeth into her bottom lip, making her whine out loud.

"You wanna fuck me, Dylan?" She whispered as she pulled her lip back, smoothing her tongue over the swollen skin.

"Damn right, I do. Get inside the house." Dylan growled as he placed her back on her feet then smacked her backside harshly with his full palm.

Dylan opened the front door and nudged her inside with another swift smack to her backside. He kicked the door shut as he tugged off his shirt, a heavy breath leaving his throat as he felt her teeth sink into his neck.

"Not too hard. We have that event tomorrow. So be a little gentle tonight, yeah?" Dylan breathed out as he pulled her hair with one as the other reached for the button of her jeans.

She hummed into his neck as she kissed and nibbled along his skin, undoing his jeans as well. Dylan tugged her jeans to her knees then reached reached for her backside, kneading her fleshing. She returned the favour and tugging his jeans to his ankle, taking his briefs with them.

"Behave yourself tonight. Understand?" Dylan ordered, his breath heavy as he wrapped her hair around his fist and tugged so their eyes connected.

"I will do whatever I have to do to get your hands on me." She whimpered as she pressed her hands to his chest, lips perfectly pouted for a kiss Dylan was all too ready to give.

"I hate that I can't bite either. You know I love covering your body with my marks." Dylan mumbled against her lips.

"You can still spank me." She hummed as she stood on her toes, arms wrapped around his neck.

"That was never off the table." Dylan smirked as he grabbed her thighs and lifted her up, carrying her down the hall to their bedroom.

"All fours, gorgeous. Let me see that ass." Dylan breathed out as he dropped her to the bed, standing at the edge and watching her roll around in the mess of blankets.

"Baby!" She cried out with a giggle as he grabbed her hips and pulled her back into him, nestling her backside against his groin. His manhood slipped between her legs, and rubbed her folds making them both moan out loud.

"Ready for me?" Dylan grunted as he made a point to slowly grind himself against her from behind, watching as she dropped her chest to the mattress.

"Please, Dylan." She whispered as she pressed her cheek to the mattress and looked back at him, eyes wide and begging for him.

"Don't ever stop needing me like this. Please." Dylan moaned out, a sob in the back of his throat as he eased inside of her.

"Dylan!" She gasped, fingers tugging at the sheets as he filled her out completed.

"M'sorry! Too much?" He panted as he pulled out to his tip and held her hips, waiting.

"I'm drunk, and you took me by surprise. It's okay, baby. Keep going." She hummed as she bounced back onto him to try and fill herself back up.

"How drunk?" Dylan mumbled as he dropped to his hands above her, giving her slow, drawn out thrusts. He didn't like having sex when she was drunker than she was, there was a power dynamic that was unsettling to him. But things had snowballed quickly, to say the least.

"Co..coherent. Stable. Fuck, baby. Go faster!" She whimpered as she tried to rock back onto him, but he snapped his hips forward making her cry out.

"No rough play if you're drunk and I'm not. Turn over." Dylan grunted despite how his hands ached to pull her hair, smack her backside and knead her flesh. He felt rough, territorial even.

"No! I can handle it! C'mon, Dylan!" She begged as she tugged the sheets and arched her back.

"Don't do this to me." Dylan breathed out into the back of her neck as she rubbed her backside against him. The thick wiry hairs of his beard scratching the soft skin of her neck making her whine.

"Just pull my hair a little, baby. Let's stay like this, it feels so good." She whimpered as she rolled her hips under him.

"Go slow." Dylan mumbled as he wrapped his fist around her hair and gave a gentle tug, pulling her head back to rest on his shoulder.

She whined as she rolled her hips then bounced back onto him, filling herself with his length. She pulled at the sheets while Dylan let her rock herself back onto him as he kissed down her neck.

"I need more, Dylan." She panted as she reached her left hand back to pull his hair.

"Hang on, sweetheart." Dylan grunted as he snapped his hips forward, sending her towards the pillows with a sob. He picked up his pace, the bed below them shaking and creaking with his quick rhythm.

"There! DYLAN!" She sobbed out as he nudged her g spot and pulled her hair, his breath heavy on the back of her neck.

"Gonna cum for me, sweetheart?" Dylan growled in her ear, his hips wild from behind her as he chased his own orgasm.

"Oh, yes!" She panted as she pulled at his hair with one hand, and the sheets with the other.

"Cum for me, gorgeous." Dylan hissed as he followed the sparks of his orgasm, bringing her with him to the edge. He growled into the crease of her neck as she covered him in her release, her inner walls clenched around him.

With a few more firm thrusts deep inside of her, Dylan finished with a groan before he collapsed on top of her. He released his grip on her hair and placed his hands flat on mattress and gently pressed his weight up again. He reached between them to pull out, kissing her shoulder.

"I love you." Dylan mumbled as he rolled to his side of the bed with her, pulling her close.

"I love you, too."

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That Don’t Make it Right

Dylan O’brien x Reader Sequel to Like Blood and a Lemon

✨It’s HERE!✨

The long awaited (hopefully some still awaiting it, my bad) sequel cuties! I am fucking exhausted and stayed up wayyy too late to finish it but I just had to. It would mean just. Ah too much if you could leave a little comment or thought of what you think of it!

(Ps. Final final edit read will be done by me tomorrow when not sleeepy so pls excuse and mistakes and pls feel free to let me know if there are any big errors I missed)

I HOPE YOU LIKE and please I’d just love to know what you think xxxxx

https://archiveofourown.org/works/41458956/chapters/106765281

I wanted to request a smutty prompt if I can, I would looove one of when you’re home for the holidays, at Dylan’s families house maybe for thanksgiving/Christmas. His mum is cool with you sleeping in the same room but you have been SURE to make sure you don’t do anything because you don’t want his parents to hear. You both get tipsy one night too much wine with dinner, and it’s been a few nights and you both just /want/ it , so you end up fucking, Dylan having to make sure you both stay quiet

warning: 18+, sexual situations, m/f oral, unprotected sex

"You both are going to behave?" Lisa asked as she stared up towards her son.

Even as the words left his mouth, Dylan knew that he couldn't completely promise his mother that the two of you were going to be keeping it PG.

"Of course, ma. Don't worry." Dylan bent down and kissed her cheek before walking back towards the living room.

The two of you were staying with his family for the New Year which meant the two of you sleeping in his old bedroom. Everything was going perfectly most of the stay and you really felt like you were getting to know his family. And though it was hard at times, the two of you were able to keep your hands off each other. Till New Year's Eve happened.

Everyone was in good spirits as the time for the New Year drew closer and closer. Nearly everyone held a drink in their hand as they moved around the room laughing and talking together. But the more Dylan drank, the more the draw towards you he felt.

And when the clock started to click down and everyone around them shouted "Happy New Year", Dylan pulled you into him. His hand fisted the back of your head before bending down and kissing you deeply. You moaned against his lips as you tasted the beer that was on his tongue. For a moment the two of you forgot where you were for a moment. Dylan pulled away and rested his forehead against yours.

"Mmmm, Happy New Year," You whispered against his lips. "Gotta behave, mister."

Your hand moved along his chest slowly before taking a step back. You moved to walk back towards the kitchen to fill up your drink but looked over your shoulder towards him. A few hours passed till the two of you were giggling and stumbling back into his bedroom. Everyone else had gone to bed earlier leaving the two of you to be the last to head to bed.

"...shh, shh..." Dylan giggled as he closed the door behind him.

Dylan caught himself as the two of you fell onto the bed with him hovering over you. Both your faces split into smiles as you lay on the bed. But feeling his body pressed against yours caused things to shift. Since it had been nearly over a week since the two of you did anything. And just by looking into his warm eyes, you could see the shift within him too.

Dylan bent down and captured your lips in a heated kiss while moving to press his body down against yours more. Your legs spread more to let him settle between them. Dylan's lips muffled your moans as your hips pressed up against him as you felt the need for him to grow.

"...please...please..." You whimpered against his lips as you felt him between your legs, moving up to feel more of him. "I need you."

Dylan chuckled, "Naughty girl,"

You whimpered as he moved slightly, his hands moving down your body before slowly teasing between your legs. A soft mewl passed through your swollen lips as he pressed against your clit. Your hips began to move up against his hand, wanting more. You nuzzled your face into his neck as the teasing started to become too much.

"So wet for me...fuck," Dylan moaned as he pushed your panties to the side and slowly thrust two fingers inside of you. You gasped and closed your eyes as some of the ache was alieved.

The two of you knew that you should stop.

But at the same time, neither of you wanted to.

Dylan shifted the two of you before grabbing the end of your dress and pulling it over your head. It fell to the floor and was soon followed with the rest of both your clothes. Dylan bit down on his lower lip as your hand wrapped around his cock. You licked your lips as you saw just how hard he was, cum slowly dripping down. You couldn't help but bend down and slowly run your tongue up till you wrapped your lips around his head.

"Jesus...f-fuck." Dylan growled as he looked down and watched you.

You moaned as you tasted him for a few minutes before pulling back. He reached down and laid you across the bed spreading your legs wider. Your hips jolt up slightly as you felt his tip stroke along your slit before soon he was filling you. The starting moan started from you before Dylan slapped his hand over your mouth. His eyes looked deeply into yours till he was bottomed out inside of you.

"Gotta be quiet, baby...don't want anyone to hear." He spoke, his words slightly slurred before he pulled his hips back and snapped them forward. Your moan was muffled by his hand as he began to fuck you slow and deep. "...mmm, f-uck...missed this pussy so much...so perfect."

You whimpered against his hand with your nails digging into his arm. Even though it had only been a week, it felt so good to finally have him inside of you, like it had been longer. His pace begins to pick up as he feels your pulse and tightens around him, drawing him in deeper with each thrust.

Dylan moved his hand away to move down between the two of you to rub your clit. But the feeling was too much and you let out another moan.

"Baby wanna moan and scream?" Dylan smirked before sitting back and pulling out of you. You whimpered at the loss before you were flipped around onto your knees. His larger hand grabbed at your waist before he thrust back into you, the moan now being muffled by your pillow.

Hearing Dylan's soft moans and growls only turned you on more as you both fought to be quiet. Your pussy fluttered and clenched around him, and Dylan knew you were close. He felt you fucking back into him and knew he wasn't going to last long either. As Dylan fucked into you harder he was thankful the headboard wasn't slapping against the wall. He moved to press his chest into your back as he softly moaned into your ear.

"Cum for me baby, give it to me...fucking give it to me." He whispered with a strain in his voice.

Your hand reached out for his and clenched it tightly as you fell apart beneath him. Your body shuddered beneath him as his hips drove into you more, before cumming deep inside of you. Dylan turned his face into your neck more as he moaned your name. The two of you slowly began to come down before falling onto the bed.

Dylan slowly and gently pulled out before getting out of bed and walking towards the bathroom. He cleaned up before coming back and cleaning between your legs. You whimpered softly as he cleaned against your sensitive slit before tossing it into the hamper across the room. Dylan moved back into the bed and moved to lay behind you and wrap his arms around you.

You turned around in his arms nuzzled into the crook of his neck and sighed deeply.

"So much for following the rules," Dylan spoke after a moment before the two of you began to laugh and giggle again.

Never have I ever - Stiles Stilinski Imagine

Author: @herscrunchiehairtie​

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

Words: 4,7k+

Warnings: underage drinking, spicy questions, oral (f receiving), fingering, slight begging, swearing, overstimulation

Requested by @moumouton4​​: I have a request It’s a Stiles x fem!reader and the pack are having a party and they are playing a drinking game where they ask each other questions and people who have already done the thing have to drink, but as the game progresses the questions get more sexual “Who did it in a car? Who did it in high school? ) and Stiles and Y/n drink every time but no one knows they are together, and the suspicious ones ask more and more direct questions to make them confess

AN: This was so much fun to write! AAAAAH. Also I was struggling with myself, because I didn’t know if I should make it smutty or not, so I decided to go with that. I really hope you like it! :) 

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“Okay, never have I ever cheated on a test,” Lydia said and waited for everyone’s reaction. 

“C’mon, Lydia. That’s boring,” Malia groaned as she leaned back into her chair. 

“Well, I have never. So I don’t have to drink,” Lydia said proudly and told you to hurry up with a single hand motion. 

You couldn’t help but sigh as you reached for your glass and lifted it in the air. “Well…”

Everyone else reached for their glasses as well and all took a sip. They definitely hadn’t imagined these questions when Kira suggested playing Never Have I Ever.

The party at Lydia’s was in full swing after Mason had once again shown up with half the school, and so you had looked for a "quiet” corner outside in front of the pool under the canopy. Even Liam and Mason, who were actually now almost responsible for the party, had joined you. And of course Mason was the first one who thought that Kira’s suggestion was perfect and had started directly with a statement. But if the questions would remain so normal, you were sure that soon everybody would be very drunk. Well, everyone for whom alcohol at least had an effect.

“Okay, okay, how about this? Never have I ever made out in the janitor’s closet,” Malia said and looked at Lydia. Because it was clear to everyone that this time, our strawberry blonde friend had to drink. Lydia just rolled her eyes and drank without saying a word. Stiles also reached for his glass, followed by Scott and Kira. 

“Who the fuck did you make out with in the janitor’s closet?” asked Scott Stiles, before looking at Malia, who shook her head.

“Um…,” Stiles stammered, trying to come up with a lie that his best friend wouldn’t notice. “This isn’t truth or dare.”

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