peter & cora } { of fantasies and naughty cheerleaders

[impetere]

Cora: [they were supposed to go out for dinner for the first time in a while, he was just waiting for her to get up from her nap from her last 24 on. When she does wake up, it's to a note that he was going to go to the library and to text him when she was awake, but when the first texts receive no response, she finishes cleaning up for their date and then goes to track him down at the library]

Stiles: [and she is going to find him behind a pile of supernatural books, mythology, and fantasy characters. He has a pencil in his mouth, another behind his ear and he's writing notes in a tiny notebook]

Cora: [she smirks a bit, before making her way closer and leaning on top of his stack of books] Hi.

Stiles: [and he will look up right into Cora's boobs and the pencil in his mouth will drop] Hey.

Cora: You didn't respond to my texts.

Stiles: You texted? [and he will reach for his phone and see them] I guess I didn't hear it.

Cora: Well, if you can tear yourself away for a minute, I'd still like to go to dinner.

Stiles: Yeah, I think I can. It's not like the book are going anywhere but back on their shelves. [and he will close up his notebook and toss it into his backpack]

Cora: Want me to give you a hand?

Stiles: Nah, they told me to leave them on the table.

Cora: Okay. [then she'll just wait for him to finish packing up before reaching for his hand] How's the research going?

Stiles: It's going. [and he will take her hand] I never realized how many cryptids there are out there.

Cora: [she nods as she gives it a squeeze] There are a lot of us.

Stiles: Well, I was able to eliminate a few. Like wendigo because I just don't get the hunger pains for human flesh.

Cora: Which I appreciate, having almost been eaten by one in the past.

Stiles: Yeah, I remember that. And no blood urges, so no part vampire. That would also be way too stereotypical.

Cora: What? You wouldn't want to have a forbidden vampire-werewolf romance with me? [teasing]

Stiles: Do you want me to drink your blood? [smirks back]

Cora: I mean, it's not like I won't heal from it.

Stiles: [and his eyes are wide] You serious?

Cora: [eyebrows go up] Why does that surprise you?

Stiles: I would think you'd want to keep all your blood inside of you.

Cora: Normally yes. But I wouldn't mind giving it to you, and you alone if you needed it to survive. And I'd trust you not to take more than you needed.

Stiles: [blinks] Well, I'll keep that in mind if I ever develop the appetite for it.

Cora: Also I'm a werewolf. We find biting kinda hot, remember?

Stiles: True. Anyway, I don't think I'm a kitsune. I mean, I would probably know by now from what Kira's told me.

Cora: That's true too.

Stiles: Banshee is still possible. So is witch, but I didn't get a letter to Hogwarts so I don't know.

Cora: I may know a witch that could help you figure that out. Or ... technically Isaac knows someone who knows them.

Stiles: I really wish there was like, a 23 and me for cryptids I could just spit into a tube and find out.

Cora: Unfortunately it's not that easy.

Stiles: I know I'm not a dragon.

Cora: That is very good, I would be more uncomfortable with a dragon than a vampire.

Stiles: No dragon sex for you.

Cora: No fires either.

Stiles: There are also ice dragons.

Cora: Really?

Stiles: Yup.

Cora: Still don't think I'd be a fan.

Stiles: Not a ghoul because I haven't burnt up in the sunlight.

Cora: Which I'm also glad for.

Stiles: Same with boogeyman. that's about where I was when you arrived.

Cora: So we'll keep looking. I'm off tomorrow, so maybe I can help.

Stiles: Sure. Anything will help

Cora: Good. [and she smiles softly, before leaning in to kiss him] But tonight is date night, so no more mystery cryptid talk.

Stiles: [kisses her back with a smile] Alright. Research off, flirting on.

Cora: Good. [and off they will go to dinner and she will muse as she flips through the menu] So what else did you get up to while I was gone.

Stiles: Not much. Planning Halloween costumes.

Cora: Oh really.

Stiles: Yeah. I was thinking about being a werewolf. [smirks]

Cora: [she laughs] Oh really?

Stiles: Yup. But like the Teen Wolf type. Michael J Fox?

Cora: ... Oh they were so ridiculous.

Stiles: Right? [grins]

Cora: So if you're Michael J. Fox, who does that make me?

Stiles: The hot cheerleader?

Cora: Are you sure this isn't just an excuse to try and get me into a cheerleader outfit?

Stiles: It's Halloween!

Cora: Mmm-hmmm. [because she would do that for him anyway, but just for him]

Stiles: And Scott is going to be my geeky human bff.

Cora: Sounds like fun. Unfortunately I'm on call for Halloween this year.

Stiles: Noooooo. [whines]

Cora: I'm sorry.

Stiles: We don't even get to spend the holiday together?

Cora: Maybe? But people get batshit so I can't guarantee I won't get called in. Plus it's a full moon.

Stiles: [thinks] You don't think I need to worry about that, right?

Cora: [she shakes her head] We would know by now.

Stiles: Okay.

Cora: But if you feel like you're having trouble there's a panic room in the penthouse, and Erica can let you in. She volunteered to be on trick or treater duty.

Stiles: Maybe I'll be a surprise werewolf that needs the full moon to come into werewolf puberty.

Cora: I've never met one that worked that way.

Stiles: Well, I am unique.

Cora: I didn't say you weren't. But I don't think you're that unique.

Stiles: [pouts]

Cora: [pauses with a smirk as she makes her way to the car] Oh, don't pout. [and she will kiss it to make it better]

Stiles: [he will kiss her back, and then smile] Maybe you could be my cheerleader another time? [opens the jeep door]

Cora: I think I could make that happen.

Stiles: Want me to dress up in something for you?

Cora: Really?

Stiles: if you're doing it for me, I should be willing to do it for you.

Cora: ... I don't think what I want really goes with cheerleader, though.

Stiles: ... What did you want?

Cora: [she bites her lip for a moment because she doesn't know if he's going to go for it but ...] A deputy?

Stiles: ... Old west or like my dad?

Cora: Not like your dad. [she very definitely did not say Sheriff for that reason] But ... not like old west either? [there's a beat as she scratches the back of her neck] Sorry, I know this kind of comes off as weird.

Stiles: No, it's not. Remember I know just how well I look in a uniform. [grins]

Cora: [she laughs] But yeah. If I were going to ask you to dress up, that's what I would want.

Stiles: I'll see what I can do. [puts that in the back of his head for him to play around on Amazon]

Cora: Okay. [and she will actually get in the Jeep and off they go to dinner!]

Stiles: [yup! dinner and a movie, a nice date night for them both]

Cora: [and back home for their more adult shenanigans]

Stiles: [so many naked adult shenanigans]

Cora: [and then we can skip to Halloween where Cora unfortunately will get called in to work :(]

Stiles: [and he will have given up his idea for a werewolf costume, and instead stayed with Erica to hand out treats while treating her to pizza]

Erica: [which she will appreciate because she lost her costume buddy too]

Stiles: [yup. That's why he decided to be her Halloween buddy. They can watch Hocus Pocus, pizza and candy and beer and cooing over the little kids and tricking the teenagers]

Cora: [excellent. and a few days later, when he gets off of his 12 hour shift, he'll come home to find the loft empty and his fiancée waiting in his room in a BHHS cheerleading uniform, don't ask her where she got it. She's even got pompoms.]

Stiles: [and he is exhausted and thinking he has time to take a nap before seeing her, and he will drag himself up to their room and he will just stand in the doorway, his eyes wide] Whoa.

Cora: Hey. [a beat.] Sorry, we didn't really decide what fantasy we were playing but I wanted to surprise you.

Stiles: You have definitely done that. Damn, that just looks amazing on you.

Cora: So ... how do you want to do this?

Stiles: Did you prepare a cheer?

Cora: Well, that depends. Who am I cheering for? [if she has to be in character, you do too, Stiles]

Stiles: Me, of course. Star soccer player of Beacon Hills High. [star waterboy you mean]

Cora: [nods as she makes her way closer] So we just won the big game?

Stiles: Oh yeah. National Champions. Scored the winning goal.

Cora: And I am so proud of you. [she smirks as she makes her way closer, the skirt swishing halfway down her thighs, a little shorter than a cheerleader should probably wear it, but this is his fantasy] You played such a good game.

Stiles: Thank you. It was a lot of hard work. I mean, feel these legs. [and he will put one up on the bed for her to touch his muscles]

Cora: [and she will do that, wide eyed high school girl since that's what they're playing with right now] Not that I need to. I saw you at practice every day.

Stiles: I've been watching you too. You've given so much positive energy to us.

Cora: Just doing what I can to support the team. [and she hovers there, her thumb brushing against the side of his leg]

Stiles: Is that so?

Cora: [she nods] I will do ... whatever it takes to make sure you guys are in the best shape to win.

Stiles: I've got a lot of energy still that I need to get out. Think you can help me with that?

Cora: You really want me to help?

Stiles: Oh yeah. I think you're just the right cheerleader to help me score. [smirks]

Cora: [she pauses for a moment before leaning in to whisper in his ear] How innocent do you want me to go here? [because again, his fantasy]

Stiles: Not so innocent.

Cora: [she nods and back to business. she pulls back and rakes her teeth over her bottom lip as her hand slides up his thigh] Scoring happens to be my specialty.

Stiles: Is it now? Why don't you show me?

Cora: [and she grins before leaning in to kiss him, pulling him closer]

Stiles: [and he will grin against her lips, letting her lead the way]

Cora: [and she deepens the kiss for a moment, her hand slipping over to his fly, before she breaks the kiss, leaning in to whisper in his ear] Watching you play turns me on so much.

Stiles: As much as watching your splits does to me?

Cora: [she grins as she gets his fly open before slipping her hand inside] I don't know. Do you have to quietly get yourself off in the locker room at halftime, because you can't wait any more?

Stiles: [groans, feeling her fingers] Oh yeah. It's hard kicking a ball with a hard-on.

Cora: [hums as she starts to stroke him] Sometimes I think about sneaking into the locker room after the game. Letting you bend me over Coach's desk ...

Stiles: Well, his office is the place for sex between periods.

Cora: Would you prefer me in the shower?

Stiles: I'd have to wait until the game's over, and one of our locker rooms to be empty. Unless you want the team to watch.

Cora: No. I just want you.

Stiles: Mmm, but we could also meet under the bleachers. Sneak away when taking a break and get you under them, the crowd's cheering covering the sound of our moans

Cora: [she moans softly] Are you sure they'll be loud enough?

Stiles: Of course. It's a good game, and we've got a lot of school spirit. You have school spirit, right Cora?

Cora: You know I do. [her hand continues to rub against him] Do you need me to prove it?

Stiles: I think you should. I need to make sure the head cheerleader is full of school spirit.

Cora: [she smirks before turning him to face the bed, taking a minute to pull his pants and underwear down, before moving to her knees in front of him] How's this? [and she slips her mouth over him]

Stiles: Mmm, that's a good start. Real good. [and his fingers are going to play through her hair, fingers scraping along her scalp gently]

Cora: [and she's just going to keep going, rewarding him for his game well played]

Stiles: [and he will encourage her, his fingers tightening in her hair, trying to get her to take him a little deeper]

Cora: [and she will do the best she can, because she is still fairly new to this, but she'll keep going until he tells her to stop]

Stiles: [which he will once he is nice and hard] Alright, Cora. Come up here and kiss me.

Cora: [and she will do just that, one knee coming up on the bed next to him as she leans in to kiss him]

Stiles: [and while they're kissing, he's going to slide his hands down her thighs, and then lift the front of her skirt up, his hands aiming straight for that spot between her legs]

Cora: [yeah, and there's totally nothing there to get in his way, and he can feel how wet she already is, moaning softly when she feels his fingers brush against her]

Stiles: [and he will smirk against her lips because NAUGHTY CORA and he is going to slide two fingers up inside of her firmly]

Cora: [she knew what this costume was for, okay? her hips rock down against his fingers, whimpering softly because it isn't more of him, but still wanting the stimulation all the same]

Stiles: [and his thumb will find her clit and rub it while thrusting his fingers into her.]

Cora: [and she will break the kiss to catch her breath, her happy noises filling the room as she rocks her hips against his fingers]

Stiles: I think it's time you help me score again, Cora. Where should I go?

Cora: [a little breathless as she leans in to kiss him again] Fuck me, please. I need you inside me.

Stiles: Then bend over, baby. I'll give you a good fucking.

Cora: [and she'll shift her weight over to the bed again, bending at the waist and bracing herself on the mattress so she can use it for support]

Stiles: [and he's going to just flip her skirt up, then thankfully he will stop himself] So, how bad do you want to be? [meaning condom or bareback]

Cora: [there's a moment where she's sorely tempted, but she's still pretty in control, and she slips one hand into the waistband of her skirt, before pulling it out and handing the condom back to him. not this time, sorry Stiles]

Stiles: [he's actually relieved because he didn't think he could get to the bedside table like this. But he will rip it open and suit up before grabbing her hips and all but slamming into her]

Cora: [and she moans as she pushes her hand back down to brace herself again, her fingers curling into the comforter as she braces herself]

Stiles: OH yeah, that's just what I need to get ready for the game. [and his hands will hold her hips, fucking her hard]

Cora: [Cora doesn't even remember which end of the game they were going with here, but she doesn't care, she's just riding the sensations, hanging on as best she can as she pushes her hips back into him]

Stiles: [neither does he, really. She just feels oh. so. good.] Damn you're good. Are you my good little cheerleader, Cora? Huh? Or are you my bad little cheer-leading slut?

Cora: [she moans again, not really having much of a bandwidth for words at the moment]

Stiles: Slut it is. [and he will slide one hand around to rub at her clit while he speeds up, trying to get in hard and deep each time]

Cora: [and she's been wound up for a bit, so once the extra pressure is added, it doesn't take much longer for her to fall over the edge]

Stiles: [and since she tightens up on him, he's right there with her and as he hits it, he will thrust in hard, and then short, deeper thrusts until he is done, holding her hips and panting] Fuck, that was good.

Cora: [exhales slowly as she comes down, before glancing back with a smile over her shoulder] Yeah?

Stiles: Yeah. Oh fuck yeah that was great. [and he's going to sit down on the edge of the bed]

Cora: [grins as she moves to sit next to him stretching out a bit, before reaching down to start to undo the ties on her sneakers] Good. I was kind of hoping that I didn't take you out of it too much in the beginning.

Stiles: No. Seriously, that was so much fun. Did you have fun?

Cora: Yeah, I did. [and once the sneakers are off, she'll go to peel herself out of the rest of her costume, because she is not sleeping in this] But maybe next time we should talk about what we want out of them? That way we're not asking too many questions in the moment, you know? [she wants this to be good for both of them, and clearing a lot of that stuff up early could be a good way to do that]

Stiles: But doesn't that take the spontaneity out of it?

Cora: [she shrugs] I mean, I'm still down for surprising you with it - that's not a problem. But like ... in the moment I won't have to ask you if you want a dirty cheerleader or an innocent one. I'll already know? [a beat] I'm not saying plan it out move for move, but like ... general stuff.

Stiles: Okay. [he's already been working on lining up a police deputy's uniform from the surplus store. He wouldn't have the patches, but he could get some geeky ones that look official but won't take away from her fantasy] So when I decide to surprise you, how do you want me to be?

Cora: [she sheds the last of her costume and goes to pull him back into bed with her, if he wants to kick off his clothes and join her for some snuggle time] I have two. One, I'm a bad girl and I'm trying to get out of trouble. [which is lame and cliche] I know you didn't really like the last time you tied me up, but I would be okay with handcuffs for this one. [she won't dictate how he uses them, but just wants to let him know there's an option]

Stiles: So am I a dirty cop or are you trying to corrupt me?

Cora: The first one. [because good guy cop is part of her other fantasy]

Stiles: Okay. [smirks, and he's undressed and going to join her now]

Cora: [smirks back as she cuddles up with him, resting her head on his chest] And the other one is ... I'm in trouble, and you're here to protect me. [they're both about powerlessness, in their own ways, for reasons she's not entirely sure about why, but sometimes she just doesn't want to be in control for a little while, and Stiles is probably the only person she trusts enough to give that away to]

Stiles: Well, I am a good protector. I will kick anyone's ass who tries to hurt you. [and he will kiss her]

Cora: [smiles as she kisses him back] I know you would.

Stiles: Well, I will keep all of that filed away for another time.

Cora: Good. And now that we've done the naughty cheerleader, is there someone else you want from me?

Stiles: I already have everything I want from you. [he kisses her again, and stays close] Your heart.

Cora: [she smiles as she runs her hands over his shoulder] I know. But I want to keep things ... fun.

Stiles: Well, we could always hit the showers. [grins]

Cora: [she laughs] I just don't want you to get bored.

Stiles: Cora, honey. I will never get bored of us having sex.

Cora: Are you sure about that? Because you have committed to having sex with me for a really long time.

Stiles: I'm sure. [and he will run his hand along her cheek] I will never get tired of the look on your face when you're cumming, the red glow in your eyes as you cry out. Knowing that I do that to you, miss big, bad alpha... I'm sure.

Cora: [she swallows a bit as she looks up at him, one hand coming up to rest over his and nods] Okay.

Stiles: I'm going to be popping viagara long into my 90's to keep you satisfied.

Cora: [she laughs] I won't put that much strain on you. I promise.

Stiles: [he laughs as well and goes to kiss her, pulling himself up on top of her]

Cora: [and she shifts to settle comfortably under him, her hand moving to rest against the back of his neck]

Stiles: [and he will enjoy giving her a round two that should hopefully remove those fears of him getting bored from her head]

Cora: [it wasn't really a fear so much as her trying to be proactive, because she knows him well and knows how his attention span is. not with her necessarily, but with life in general. She wants things between them to still be good for years to come. For him to stay engaged.]

Stiles: [no, the only time she might need to wonder is if his bicuriosity comes back to rear its ugly head again. But he hasn't felt that urge since Korea.]

Cora: [she just wonders sometimes, with the fantasies, if sometimes he wants her to be someone else. it's an insecurity that she knows better than to vocalize, but sometimes she wonders all the same - hers and Isaac's sex life wasn't that creative]

Stiles: [no, he just has an imagination. He likes her the way she is]

Cora: [so long as he reminds her of that every once in a while, she'll be fine]

Stiles: [he will remind her every day if he has to]

Cora: [good. and when round 2 finishes, she'll curl up into him, tucking her head against his chest] I love you.

Stiles: I love you too. [and he will hold her, kissing the top of her head]

Cora: [and eventually she will drift off to sleep, content in his arms]

Stiles: [and all is good in the loft for another night]