Stiles. [Taking a deep breath, I let my head roll back onto the pillow as my fingers curl into Stiles Stilinski’ shirt, trying to pull you -

even closer even though it wasn’t physically possible.] I’m not in a relationship with so I don’t have to deal with (Stiles Stilinski) -

loneliness. I’m with you because I /like/ you. Stiles Stilinski

[Groaning audibly, my head shakes.] Don’t get used to it, Stiles Stilinski.

Nope, I’m only romantic when I’ve been deprived of my Stiles. [Nodding intently, I smirk down at Stiles Stilinski.]

[As Stiles Stilinski straddles my hips, I let my hands rest on your thighs, squeezing them softly.] No, [I say strain] No Stiles deprivation.

[Tilting my head slightly to the side giving Stiles Stilinski more room to nip at my neck, a quiet groan emitting from my lips.] —

wouldn’t you miss me if you leave me? Stiles Stilinski

[My hands move up from Stiles Stilinski’ thighs to your back as you begin to nip at my neck, my back arching in response alongside a quiet —

moan which I quickly attempt to muffle by chewing on my lip.] Fuck you. [I huff before tugging on Stiles Stilinski’ shirt, sliding my —

hand between the skin and fabric.] Stiles Stilinski

@TrueGeniusLyds Yeah, don’t talk to me.

@TrueGeniusLyds I’m fine. How are you?

[Widens my eyes at Stiles Stilinski, shrugging.] Tuesday?

[My lips twitch into a smug grin at Stiles Stilinski] I don’t know, maybe it’s someone’s birthday.

[Nipping at my lower lip as I tilt my head up, rubbing at my chin.] Hm, I have no idea. Stiles Stilinski

[Emitting a loud chuckle, I fold my arms over my chest, shrugging at Stiles Stilinski] Your loss.

Our shit?! [Scoffing quietly, my arms fold over my chest, grunting audibly.] You’re the one depriving me of sex. Stiles Stilinski

[A smirk plays on my lips as Stiles Stilinski begins to get worked up, my arms snaking around your body, tugging you closer.] Oh come —

[Whining quietly, I gently graze my hips against Stiles Stilinski] C’mon baby, let me fuck you.