Wake-up, school, work, homework, dinner, sleep, repeat.

My life has become completely repetitive. I do the same thing everyday, and every once in awhile, I'm able to squeeze in seeing Scott. Mostly on weekends, when neither of us work.

We still haven't told Stiles, and thankfully Allison hasn't told anyone either. Besides, it's kind of nice sneaking around. It's honestly pretty hot.

Speaking of which. My window cracked open slightly, revealing Scott McCall. A smile lit up my face and I immediately went to go lock my door. No one was home but, the last thing I needed was a lecture.

"What are you doing here?" I whispered, a light laugh left my lips. Scott climbed through my window and closed it behind him before walking over to me. "I wanted to surprise you." He bent down and kissed me, bringing me close to him.

I wrapped my arms around his neck and reached up a little further. Our mouths moved against each other perfectly, I didn't want the kiss to end but, Scott broke it with a smile. "What was that about?"

I shook my head and looked at him through my lashes, honestly I really just want him right now. "Less talking, and less clothing." I grabbed his shirt and pulled him to me again. I attached my lips to his once more but, I was more forceful this time.

I don't know what came over to me but, my instincts took over and I knew what I needed from him. I broke the kiss to tear off my shirt. Unfortunately, my shirt has so many buttons---stupid dress code for work.

Scott's hands stopped mine from unbuttoning the buttons. I lifted my eyes to meet his. "Whats going on?" He asked, "Not that I don't want to do this, because trust me...I do. But, I feel like there's something else going on."

I sighed. "I'm really stressed out with work, school, and the nightmares. Also, I have hormones running through my body like crazy. So, can we please just not talk?" I love talking to him, I really do, but right now I just need to do other things...like have sex with my boyfriend.

"Okay." And with that, Scott kissed me again. It was so soft and sweet. I reached my hands around his neck and felt my fingers comb through his hair, tugging on the strands lightly. His hands went to my shirt and he began to undo the last few buttons.

Scott's tongue ran along my bottom lip and I gladly accepted it. Our tongues danced while our hands roamed each other. My hands ran over his chest and arms before I broke the kiss to take off Scott's shirt, revealing his abs. I let my hands run down his torso, my eyes taking in how sexy he is.

I crashed my lips to his again and let my hands fall to his pants, undoing the button and pulling them to the floor. I allowed my hands to run down his chest, feeling every inch of his torso and v-line.

I found the hem of his boxers and pulled them off of him while allowing my mouth to leave his and trail kisses down his jaw and neck. I planted kisses along his collarbone and neck before meeting his lips again. My hand grabbed onto his member and began to stroke him.

A low groan left his throat, breaking the kiss. Scott grabbed my ass and picked me off the ground, my hand left his dick and both of my arms wrapped around his neck. I gasped as he threw me on the bed and crawled on top of me.

I smiled and laughed a little, taking my lip in between my teeth. In a swift motion he unzipped my skirt and pulled it off of me, throwing it aside. Scott spread my legs apart and brought his mouth down to my thigh.

I arched my back as he trailed kisses along my inner thighs, his breath fanned over my sex but, he didn't touch it. "Scott.." I moaned in annoyance at his teasing as he kissed up my stomach to my breasts. His tongue circled around my niple while one of his hands massaged my other breast.

His mouth then met mine in a deep kiss, his tongue exploring my mouth while one of his hands ran up the outside of my thigh before grabbing my ass and moving up my bare waist. Scott broke the kiss, moving his mouth down my stomach and toward my throbbing sex.

I bit my lip in anticipation as Scott ripped off my panties and immediately flicked his tongue over my clit. A gasp left my mouth at the sensation and I let my eyes fall closed as he began pleasing me with his mouth.

When I was close to the edge he pulled himself up to my mouth, allowing me to taste myself as he pushed himself inside me. I moaned into his mouth as he groaned in response.

Scotts lips pressed against mine, muffling my moans slightly. With every thrust I could feel myself coming closer and closer to the edge of pure ecstacy. I felt my nails dig into Scotts back and I couldn't help but throw my head back. "Oh my god!" I gasped as he began to go faster.

"Fuck, Tori." Scott moaned as he brought his lips to my neck, leaving hickeys wherever his mouth roamed. I suddenly stopped all movement and flipped us over, so I could straddle his waist. I slowly lowered myself onto him, gasping as I let all of him fill me.

I began to rock back and forth slowly at first, Scotts hands gripped my hips tightly, guiding me. We quickened pace and I felt so much more pleasure than before. I used my hand to cover my mouth, trying to silence myself.

I could feel it coming, like a hot ball that was about to explode. I could feel a hot liquid filling me and when it did I felt amazing everywhere, like my body was on fire with pleasure. "Scott!" I yelled his name as I came, not caring if anyone heard, at least I didn't care in the moment.

Immediately after his name left my lips, I opened my eyes and covered my mouth. Scott noticed too because, he instantly looked to the door--both of us ceased movement. I felt my heart drop as I heard a knock on my door followed by my dads voice.

"Victoria? Why don't you and Scott come out here?" I cleared my throat, trying to find my voice. "S-scott's not in here?" I looked back at Scott, who looked scared shitless. I quietly climbed off of him and went to put back on my clothes, Scott followed my lead.

"I heard him in there, Victoria. Now both of you, get out here now!" I threw on my sweatpants and sweatshirt before tossing my other clothes in my hamper, Scott quickly threw his clothes on and gave me a look.

"What do we do?" He asked, clearly nervous. I bit my lip. "We were just studying?" I questioned simply before strutting out of the room, Scott in tow. My dad wasn't there, like I thought he'd be.

"Dad?" I asked, wondering if maybe we imagined him being there. "I'm in the living room."

When Scott and I walked in, my dad was in the arm chair; with his head in his hands with his elbows resting on his knees. He looked upset. "Sit." He sat up and looked at Scott and I.

We both sat on the couch that was across from him. "Dad we-" He brought his finger up, shaking it at me slightly. "I heard...much more than I should've Victoria Jane. Don't try and feed me a lie."

I bit the inside of my cheek, looking down at my hands in my lap. I can't believe my dad heard me and Scott having sex. Ugh, that's so embarrassing! Nothing is worse than that. My cheeks flushed with color and I wished with all my might that floor would open up and swallow me whole.

"Look, Mr. Stilinski, I'm so-" My dad shot a glare at Scott and he fell silent beside me and folded his hands in his lap. Oh no, this was not good. My dad twisted open a bottle of Jack Daniels he had sitting on the coffee table; he poured it into his glass slowly.

It was agonizing how quiet it was, he wasn't saying anything--just slowly sipping on his drink now. I brought my lip between my teeth and bit down hard, I can't stand this quiet. It's horrible.

"Scott McCall..." My dad began, I leaned back into the couch and mentally cursed. It's just my luck that my dad would come home while Scott and I were hooking up. He couldn't have showed up just ten minutes later?

"Yes, sir." Scott gulped, visibly nervous about the situation. "You had sex with my daughter." My dad stated simply, taking a long drink from his glass. Scott went to say something but my dad held up his finger again.

"You had sex with her, under my roof." I watched as he began to pour himself another drink. Why can't he just get this over with? This is torturous. "I'm so-" My dad cut off Scott again, this time looking at me.

"Is he the dad?" The question was so simple yet, it hit me so hard. How do I answer that question when he is looking at me with such disappointed eyes? I let my eyes look at Scott, to my surprise he just shot me a small nod. Saying that it was okay to let my dad know, that he wasn't going anywhere.

I looked back at my dad, finally having the confidence to answer the question. "Yes, Scott is the father." My timing couldn't have been more perfect. In the time it took me to process how to answer the question, it gave plenty of time for someone to enter the living room and hear the conversation.

That someone being my twin brother-- my overly protective, twin brother. "What?" His voice broke through the look I was sharing with my father, causing all eyes to turn to him. "Stiles, not now." My dad sighed, knowing how Stiles would react before he did.

"No, dad, I want to know what's going on in here." Stiles' voice came out demanding and angry, and the anger wasn't directed toward me--much to my surprise. His eyes found Scott's, "Whats my sister talking about, Scott?"

Scott stood up from the couch, nervously wiping his hands on his pants. I wanted to stand up and defend him but, I couldn't. It was like I was frozen in place, unable to move from me spot; only watch the scene that unfolded before me with no reaction time.

"Stiles, I really like her.." Scott began, but with those words Stiles got angrier. If life was a cartoon, I would say you could see the steam coming out of Stiles' ears. Stiles stepped to Scott and grabbed his shirt.

"You slept with my sister?" Stiles sounded appalled, disgusted even, that his best friend would do such a thing. Scott sighed, trying to explain himself. "It's not like that..." Before we could react, Stiles slammed his fist into the side of Scott's face.

I jumped up from the couch and my dad pulled Stiles back. "Stiles!" I gasped, looking over Scott. He was fine, he'd heal, thankfully. But, Stiles wouldn't. He cradled his hand, hissing in pain. "I think it's broke." My dad stated.

I frowned. "Dad, I'll--I'll take him to the hospital." I turned to Scott, a frown etching itself onto my face. "You should go home and let things calm down." I whispered, hoping he understood. He nodded, returning my sad look.

I grabbed onto Stiles' arm and led him out of the house and to the Jeep, taking the keys from him while we climbed into the vehicle. Before I even started the Jeep, I turned to my brother, who was still babying his hand.

"I can't believe you punched him." I sighed, annoyed with him and his stupid over protectiveness. He turned to me in an instant, and I could see the anger in his eyes. "Yeah, well I can't believe my best friend got my sister pregnant!"

I flinched back at his words, maybe I didn't completely think about how this situation would affect him. I mean, I knew he'd be upset--hurt maybe. But, I guess I didn't take into consideration how much this might hurt his relationship with Scott.

I bit my lip for the hundredth time that night. "It's my fault, Stiles." I sighed, wanting him to understand what happened, and how it did. "That night, when I showered at Scotts. I initiated it, Scott isn't the one who started things--" Stiles cut me off suddenly.

"You two had sex that night? Oh my god. Oh my god!" He groaned. I shook my head and I frowned deeper.

"Stiles, it's my fault. I wanted it to happen. And-and I'm so s-sorry about that. I-I shouldn't have allowed my st-stupid crush on Scott blind the fact that he was your best f-fr-friend." By the end I was crying, I genuinely felt bad for all the chaos my decision caused.

I feel so stupid. I got pregnant and ruined Stiles and Scott's relationship, what is wrong with me. I should've just shut the door. I felt Stiles' hand grab onto mine, his good one of course.

"No, Victoria. I..." Stiles closed his eyes and took a breath before looking at me again. "I don't want you to be upset. I mean, I guess Scott isn't the worst guy you could end up with. I'm still pissed at him though."

I wrapped my arms around my brothers neck tightly, forcing him into a hug. "Thank you Stiles."

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Edit: 4/3/2020