"Stiles I swear to God if you put Star Wars on again I'm going to smother you with this pillow and feed you to Derek." I say, glaring at him from where he has his hand half frozen between the DVD case and the open slot on the DVD player.

"Gahh, not the Sour Wolf. Y/N why do you have to be so cruel."

"I don't want to hear any sass from you, Stilinski!" The doorbell rings and I get up off of the couch and start to head towards the front door.

"Where are you going?" Stiles asks, grabbing my hand and keeping me from continuing to get the door.

"To get the pizza?" I question, raising an eyebrow at him and he runs a hand through his hair nervously.

"Umm, like that?" He asks, trailing his gaze down my body and I look down at my simple thin strapped black tank top and short denim shorts.

"You're right, so silly of me," I say and Stiles seems to relax a little, but his expression quickly turns confused as I grab the bottom of my tank top and begin to pull it up, "I meant to go like this..." I start to say but Stiles cuts me off.

"No, no, no. Y/N stop," he whines, wrapping his hands around mine and pulling the bottom of my tank top back down by my waist. "You pick the movie, I'll get the pizza." He hollers over his should as he scrambles away from me and I laugh.

I grab a movie and slip it into the slot before throwing my body down onto the couch and getting comfortable in my usual spot. I spend most of my time over at the Stilinskis since my mom is a single mom and is usually out of town for her business trips. Sometimes I go with her but I preferred to not uproot my life every other week so for the most part I stay at home alone or I'll crash with Stiles if his dad is working later or pulling a night shift; which is actually fairly often. Mr. Stilinski doesn't mind, if anything he seems to be relieved that Stiles and I aren't completely alone every night, especially considering all the weird and freaky things that have a tendency of happening in Beacon Hills, especially at night.

"Alright, so I ordered us our usual," Stiles said, heading over to put the pizza boxes down on the coffee table, "What movie did you put in?"

"Porn." I say, with a straight face. Stiles chokes on his inhalation of air and almost drops the pizza but I take them from him before he loses his hold on them.

"You put w-what?" He stutters, "Umm, th-that's new, we've never watched that before." He pulls at his hair nervously and the opening theme for Star Wars starts to play and I erupt into a fit of laughter.

"Oh God, Stiles, you're face, I can't" I say, laughing even harder when I see him staring at me with his mouth hanging open.

"That wasn't funny, Y/N," he grumbles and I chuckle again.

"Oh come on, it was a little funny." I say, getting up and patting him on the cheek, "I'm going to go shower, you can start the movie without me."

I walk past him, intentionally not making any eye contact with him. I need some time to process everything that's happened so far and sitting on the couch pressed against him certainly wasn't going to help.

I head up the stairs to Stiles' room where I have a drawer of clothes for the nights I stay over. I grab out some clothes and then make my way across the hall to the bathroom and close the door behind me. I turn the water on to make sure it gets to the temperature I want, before I start to strip down. Pulling my tank top over my head and shimmying out of my jean shorts. I look at myself in the mirror, my hair cascading around my shoulders. My skin is flawless except for a few red marks down along the side of my neck. I bring my hand up to the marks on my neck, flushing immediately at the thought of Stiles leaving hickeys on me.

I strip off the rest of my clothes and climb into the shower, letting the water cascade around me. I close my eyes as I wash my hair, thinking about everything that's happened in the past few hours. While I certainly wasn't expecting Stile's to be such a quick learner it's not necessarily a bad thing and assuming he doesn't start showing negative symptoms from prolonged exposure to my allure then I see no reason to not let things continue until he decides he's learned enough. While earlier I had mentioned the allure being the main downside to being a mermaid, the plus side was it also helped me to keep my emotions for him separate from everything else so long as I was in control. Despite liking Stiles, it's been fairly easy to maintain our friendship around him due to the control I've learned.

I finish my shower and quickly change into my clothes. I pull my favorite silky black camisole over my head, the one with lace edging, and pull on a pair of matching lace cheekster panties and silk sleep shorts. I towel dry my hair a little and decide to just let it hang down around me even though it's still damp. I hang the towel up and head back downstairs.

When I get downstairs, Stiles is watching the movie intently so I creep up behind him and lean down low next to his ear. "Luke, I amyour father." I murmur against his ear and he jumps, his limbs flailing.

"God dammit Y/N, don't do that!" He hollers at me and I grin at him.

"Oh come on, I couldn't resist." I say, sliding past him to my spot on the couch and I look up to see him staring at me.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" I ask him, raising an eyebrow at him, and he swallows hard, still staring at me. "Stiles?"

"What are you wearing?" He asks, his voice coming out in a rasp.

"Stiles, I literally wear this all the time." I tell him, rolling my eyes and shifting around to get comfortable, leaning against him like he's a pillow.

Stiles shakes his head and turns his attention back to the movie and I grin to myself. I slowly begin trailing my fingers up and down his arm and he tenses slightly, but doesn't say anything. I continue moving my fingers down his arm before ghosting them along his thigh, tracing patters against the denim of his jeans. I perk my ears to hear the changes in his breathing as he shifts slightly. Pressing a couple of soft kisses to his shoulder as I continue teasing his thigh and finally he responds with a soft moan as I suck another kiss at the sensitive spot at the juncture where his shoulder meets the base of his neck.

"Y/N," he moans, "What are you doing?" He asks in a soft whimper as I splay my fingers against his thigh.

"Making Star Wars so much more enjoyable." I murmur against his neck and he shudders.

I turn my attention back to his neck, swirling my tongue around his skin, tugging at it with my teeth, feeling a throbbing in my core at the noises he's making. Suddenly, he grabs me and pulls me on top of him, back to the position we had stopped things at earlier. I roll my body against his, pressing my breasts against his chest and he makes a noise in the back of his throat that comes out almost as a growl.

Out of the corner of my eye I can see his hands flexing his hands as if he wants to touch me, but then has second thoughts about it. I lean down and press my lips to his throat, sucking against his Adam's apple and he moans my name, his hands pressing against my body in reaction. He drags his hands up my sides to my breasts, palming through my camisole as I grind down against his growing bulge.

The friction from grinding against his jeans combined with the pressure of his hands against my breast is almost too much and I let out a loud moan as I feel my eyes shift and I look at him to see his usually amber brown eyes turning darker with lust with each passing moment. I bite my lip, contemplating stopping us again, but decide not to since I'm sure his lust is from my teasing rather than my allure.

"Oh God, Stiles, just like that," I moan, my head lulling back as I press my chest out into his hands. Slowly, he brings a finger up to the strap on my camisole and begins to slide it down my shoulder, looking up at me for approval and I nod at him. He does the same with the other strap, running his lips along the skin of my arms and shoulders before pushing the front of my camisole down and exposing my naked breasts. He looks at my pert breasts and his eyes turn even darker before taking one of my nipples in his mouth. I gasp, my fingers finding their way to his hair again and I tug his hair roughly making him moan against my tits. His mouth latches onto my other nipple and he uses his hand to need the other.

I capture his lips with mine again, moaning against his lips at the feeling of his hands against my breasts. I pull away and begin kissing down his body. Down his jaw and neck, leaving open mouth kisses down his chest before circling his nipple with my tongue which causes him to buck his hips hard against me, his eyes fluttering shut before opening again. I drag my lips down past his ribs and abdomen, swirling my tongue around his belly button before trailing a few kisses along the waistband of his jeans.

"Oh f-fuck Y/N." He says as I drop to my knees between his legs. I pop the button of his jeans and drag the zipper down slowly. "Fuck, fuck, fuck." He mumbles above me in a throaty moan.

I look up at him and grin as I reach my hands into the waistband of his boxers and pull them down with his jeans until they're pooled down by his ankles. I look up at him through my eyelashes and his eyes are already slightly closed in anticipation. I wrap my hand around the base of his shaft and slide my hand slowly from base to tip, earning myself a murmured hiss. I swirl my tongue around the tip of his cock before wrapping my lips around it and he groans. I slide more of him into my mouth, swirling my tongue around him before dragging the tip of my tongue along a particularly prominent veins and he bucks his hips up, forcing more of his cock into my mouth.

I pull him out of my mouth and look up at him as he whimpers from the loss of contact. "Y/N," he pleads, "please." He moans breathlessly and it comes out in a moan. I keep looking up at him through my eyelashes before sliding his full length back into my mouth until he's hitting the back of my throat and my nose is buried in the happy trail leading down from his abdomen.

"Oh fuck, don't stop, holy fuck Y/N please don't stop." He moans as I hollow my cheeks and slide his throbbing cock in and out of my throat. I swipe my tongue against the vein on the underneath of his cock again and he twitches again as he comes undone. A salty warmth fills the back of my throat as I swallow it and slowly pull him put of my mouth with a "pop".

Stiles is staring at me intensely, panting as he slumps against the couch, pulling his boxer back up past his hips but kicking his jeans off of his ankles. I can feel a burning heat flooding into my core at the thought that I made him come completely undone with my touch.

Standing up in front of him, his eyes darken again at the sight of me topless in only my silk sleep shorts. He stands up, pulling me towards him, kissing my neck and dragging his lips up to my ear. "Teach me how to return the favor." He murmurs against the shell of my ear and a flash of heat strikes straight into my core.

He pushes me down so that I'm sitting on the couch, switching our positions as I bend my knees and he wraps his arms around my thighs. He begins kissing my calf, trailing his lips sensually up the sides of my thighs. He slowly pulls the shorts down my legs until I'm just left in my black lace cheeksters and he ghosts his fingers along the thin material.

"I like these," He says, adding a hum of approval before pulling them off as well. I squirm beneath him, desperate to clamp my thighs together to relieve some of the pressure but he presses down on my thighs and keeps my legs open to him. Slowly, his face nears my dripping core and I can feel my eyes shifting again at the thought of pleasure. He sticks his tongue out slightly and kitten licks a stripe along my folds and I squirm against him as I let out the filthiest moan, catching his attention. He looks up at me, his eyes darkening with lust again before burying his face in my pussy with a newfound fervor. I moan and writhe under him as he drags his tongue over my clit again and again in a figure 8. He slips a finger into me, keeping in time with his tongue and I moan again as my back arches off the couch.

"Fuckk Stiles," I moan as he continues sliding his finger in and out of me as his tongue flicks over my clit, "If I had known what else you could do with your mouth besides being so damn sarcastic all the time."

He slides another finger hooking into me and I whimper as the bundle of nerves in the pit of my stomach begin to tighten.

"Oh fuck, right there, baby, right there." I moan fisting my hands in his hair and pulling his face tighter against my pussy.

So quickly, I almost don't register it he pulls his fingers out and shoves his tongue deep within me and I scream as my orgasm crashes over me. My legs are shaking in his hands as the heat explodes from the pit of my stomach and he continues to slide his tongue in and out of me as I grind my hips against his face ride out the last of my orgasm. When it's done I can't even move; I'm so breathless as my eyes slowly shift from violet back to their original color.

"Holy fuck, Stilinski," I whisper as he drops down on the couch next to me, "Are you sure you even really need me to teach you anything."

"Of course I still need you to teach me, I've just done a lot of research," He says grinning, and I let my head fall against his shoulder.

"Your research might just kill me." I mutter, trying to get my heart rate to slow down as I shimmy back into my panties and sleep shorts.

He wraps an arm around me and pulls me towards him, curling my body around him. "What are you doing?" I ask him and he raises an eyebrow at me.

"Well if we're simulating a relationship, don't most couples cuddle after they've gotten physical?"

"Well, yeah I guess so." I mumble, snuggling in closer to him and closing my eyes as he goes back to watching the movie that we had left playing in the background.