Afterhours // Multi Character AU.

All in due time.

What was that supposed to mean? You stared at him, your eyes filling with tears just begging to break free. You clutched your knees to your chest folding just like you did as a child when things just weren't easy to understand. "Deaton, what is happening to me, don't you dare say all in due time cause the time is due. I almost killed Derek and I have no idea how I did it!" You screamed at him, lashing out with your words. The pounding in your head getting louder and louder with every heartbeat. You wanted to escape, to hit something, to feel anything but this. "The hunger of a succubi is satiated by carnal need. In laymans terms you need to bed someone to feed. In time you can control it, learning to take only what you need but as of yet you are feasting. When you feed a poison is released through the skin." A chill ran through your body, numbing you. "The poison of the belladonna plant to be precise. It's derived from italian meaning beautiful woman. One leaf of the plant is extremely lethal, it's main use is to make poison tipped arrows" You gulped down bile.

"I did this to him. He's dying isn't he?" You ask timidly, not entirely sure you wanted an answer. Deaton pulls himself level with you. "No, he's just weak right now, he needs some rest why don't you go stay with someone?" Your mind raced, you didn't have anyone to stay with. This was already your last resort and you couldn't go back to your dads, you'd left it in such a bad place. Scott might let you stay with him, but you couldn't risk it. Swallowing again "I've got somewhere to stay, I'll drive myself over there okay?" You lied. Pulling yourself from Dereks side you packed a small bag with essentials. It wasn't that late and you knew you needed to do something. Gripping your bag you walked out the door the tears that had welled finally falling down your cheeks. You pulled out your phone and rang the only person you knew would understand. Lydia.

When Lydia had struggled with what she was you had always been there for her and you prayed she would be there for you. "Hey, what's up? Are you okay?" She answered, "Lyds, can I stay with you? I need to talk" you choked out. "Of course you can, Malia and Kira are here we were gonna go out" Alcohol. That's what you needed, you needed to let go and forget yourself. "Sure can I get ready at yours?" You asked. "Sure, see you soon hun!" You clicked off the call and sped to hers. Running to the front door you knocked brashly desperate to get ready and leave. Lydia answered the door, wrapping her arms around you. "You okay? You sounded like you were crying, we don't have to go out" she whispered in your ear. Stepping away from her you just shook your head, you didn't wanna think about what was going on.

Music blaring you stepped in the bar, pulling your tantalisingly short dress over your hips. You never dressed like this, but tonight you just wanted to feel different. Making your way through to the bar you ask for your usual, grabbing the drink as soon as it hits the bar. Lydia's eyes widen, her eyes scanning the grip on your glass as you neck it. "Chill, we'll be here a while" she shouts. "I know but fuck after the day I've had I need it" you reply without missing a beat. Signalling the bartender you ask for the same again but also for 4 shots. "One for each of us" you smiled as Kira wormed her way next to you. Tequila was always a good idea. It burned as it hit your throat, but in its wake it made you relax. The bass almost tripled sending vibrations through you.

Malia grabbed your hands and pulled you into the massive throng of people. Bodies pressed so close together brought your mind to a screeching halt. Derek, is he okay? Your mind slowly pried away from dark thoughts as your felt hands on your hips. Not large and rough, but smaller. You lost yourself in that touch. Your eyes flickered up, catching Malias gaze as she twisted and swayed to the music. Moving closer to her you two danced for what felt like hours. Music had completely taken over, the tempo slowing. Her hands left your hips as she went to find drinks. You carried on regardless on whether or not you had company. Just as fast as her hands left, a pair replaced them. The skin burning hot to the touch. You couldn't see who you were with. Their breath hot on your neck you push against them, your dress riding up dangerously high. Unknown hands trail along the expanse of flesh, setting everything ablaze. You two dance in unison, your hips grazing against the growing bulge of your partners. Your hands snake up behind you to run your fingers through their hair. You spun wanting to know who had this intense power over you that was making you weak at the knees.

"You've got to be kidding me" you laughed. This, this is who has you pretty much stripping in the middle of a bar. "Awww come on, give me some credit, you were practically purring" Stiles said. Placing your hands on his chest you pressed yourself flush against him. His hands roamed again, tracing along the hem of your dress. Kissing his neck as you danced to the music you whispered in his ear. "Is that something you want Stilinski? To make me purr that is?" He gulped as your hands traveled south, palming at the ever growing bulge in his jeans. "Fuck yeah I do" he rasped out as you bit his neck softly. Blood rushed to your head and drunk on his touch you crushed your mouth to his. Your mouths battled for dominance yours finally winning over as you ground against him. His long fingers wrapped around yours as he pulled you outside.

You stumble together, never wanting to leave each others bodies. His eyes wander over your body, widening as he sees you clearer now. "Stiles, how much do you need me?" You wonder out loud as he rolls his body against yours. His lips move across your chest and he mutters. "You have no idea how much I need you." Your breath catches in your throat as he mouths over the thin material of your dress. Yanking the material up he traces over your center teasing you already. You spin shoving him against a nearby wall. You've been teased before and right now wasn't the time. Your hands work down his body till your face is level with his cock. Placing kisses on his hips you hooked your fingers under the band of his boxers. His eyes roll back as he waits with baited breath for you to touch him again. Undoing his jeans you looked up at him through your lashes. He bit his lip as you exposed him.

Taking him into your hands you pump him slowly. His breath returns as he looks at you. You take the opportunity to lick the underneath of him. He throws his head back as you circle his tip. Hollowing your cheeks you suck him in, constantly flicking your tongue over him. Your nails dug into his hips as you took him in your throat. He squirmed under your touch moans filling the air. "Fuck, if you don't stop I can't do what I came here to do" he stammered out. You rise from your position taking him in your hands once more. "Well then show me what you came here to do then" you challenge. Wetness already pooling between your legs he picks you up. Your legs wrapped around his waist as he moves your panties to one side. Aligning himself with your center he pushes into you. You moan as he spreads your legs further to allow him to get deeper. In one swift movement he had you against the wall dress around your waist.

"Fuuuuck, your so tight" he whispers in your ear as he lets you adjust. You don't respond, too focused on feeling him. Your fingernails rake up and down his back as he begins to move. Tentative at first, like he doesn't want to hurt you, but then gradually gaining speed until you could no longer hear the music blaring out the bar. Moans filled the air as he rolled against you. Your hand left his back as you went to touch your clit yearning for the pressure there to subside. His shakes his head, and you give him a look that could kill. He releases his grip on your legs and you land shakily. Grabbing your hair he spins you pushing you against the wall. His hands cup your ass as he spreads you, ready to pounce. But instead he rubs his cock against you, illiciting the filthiest moan to escape his lips as he enters you again. He took it slow again but his hands found their way to your hair. Grabbing fistfuls of your hair he pulls you to his body, your back arches as he speeds up. His free hand worked its way down your body from your chest to your core. His fingers brushed against your clit, sending pulses of pleasure coursing through your body. You clench around him as he works you to your limit. "I want you to cum for me" That's all you needed to go over that edge, screaming as he slams into you. "Fuck, I'm gonna-" he stuttered as his body went into spasm.

He pulled from you, pulling his boxers and jeans back up. You turn to face him, his face covered in a sheen of sweat. " Just think about that in pack meetings" you say to him with a wink. You press your mouth to his as you saunter back inside, matting your hair down. Making your way back to the bar, you order another drink. Malia turns up at your side. "Umm, Lydia wanted to know where you went? We wanna do shots" you blushed picking up your drink as it was set on the side. "Well lets go find her then! I could really do with some shots right now" Stiles piped up from behind you. Glancing at him, his eyes trailed up you again. Malia caught you two staring at each other. "Stiles, you've got lipstick just here" she licked her lips and brushed her thumb over his lips.

As you went to find Lydia, a thought ran your mind, what if that could kill Stiles? The thought was pushed to the back of your mind as Stiles ran his hand over your ass. "I can do so much better than that. Round 2?" He whispered in your ear, a shiver running down your spine. Round 2 sounds like the best news you've had all day. Turning to him "I'd love to, but lemme get something sorted okay?" You say biting your lip. "I'll wait, impatiently, but I'll wait" he replied.