arrays | you wanna play catwoman, I'll be your batman

It took Stiles a moment or three to adjust, getting used to the way her hands moved on him. How did she even - no, nevermind. He didn't want to know. He'd just take a minute to enjoy it without worrying about it for once. At least, ballgag and all, this was still a better decision than some of Derek's past girlfriends.

Why was he even thinking about Derek's ugly mug when there was a hot girl with her hand on his...?

Biting his lip, Stiles took a breath and opened his eyes, suddenly realizing that all that stood between him and his birthday suit were a pair of socks, and promptly stepped out of them. Maya, on the other hand, was already there, and he tentatively put his hands on her waist, a little unsure of what to do with himself at the moment. Let her keep going? Or... He eyed the bed, glancing at her when she moved and made her own thoughts clear.

"Yeah, bed," he agreed, nodding emphatically and pushing her back toward it.

Maya looked more than a little pleased Stiles had decided to play too. That he was just enjoying the activity without getting stuck on so many details it all falls apart. His hands finding their way to her. Even if he wasn't entirely sure of what he was doing.

Not that Maya was much better before a few... issues, with her powers.

She rather unceremoniously fell back onto the bed with his urging, she bounced... mostly because she's not very weighty. Once she was situated, legs parted, inviting. Her hand made its way back to Stiles's body, starting exactly where it left off before they made it to the bed.

As for her other hand, she was using it to make her designs abundantly clear for Stiles to process. By taking Stiles's hand giving it a gentle squeeze, and putting it right over a light coating of blonde pubic hair.

Truth be told, a large part of his mind was freaking out about the details - where to put his hands, what parts of her he's allowed to touch, what will feel best for her and for him, and the way her hand was making it very hard to focus on getting this right...

Because the first time was supposed to be a big deal, right? Stiles didn't want to mess it up somehow by fumbling or doing the wrong thing or hurting her somehow.

He let out a shaky breath as she moved his hand, clearly nervous as he moved it down as if to test the figurative waters of what was good here. It was only a light touch at first, but once he felt her folds beneath his fingers, he couldn't resist the temptation to go a little further, and the movement as he slid his hand between them ended up rough, and a bit jerky. Maybe no the best thing, he thought to himself, but god, he liked how it felt.

And well, why they're here, he might as well see what else he (they) liked, and put his hand on her chest, at least trying to be more gentle as he pinched her nipple between thumb and forefinger.

Maya would agree about the first time thing, but her first time was rushed, unplanned, and in the back seat of a car... that they broke into to have a place to do it. Thank you powers and poor decision making. She arched slightly as his fingers explored. Generally enjoying the feeling but wishing she could urge him to do more. Sadly, such desires couldn't be voiced at the moment.

The more obvious and prominent reaction was when he pinched her nipple. Her free hand gripped the sheets rather noticeably as she pushed her chest forward at the sensation. Her hand, meanwhile, stroked up and down his shaft, only stopping occasionally to fondle his balls just to see what he was into. Exploring him to see what his desires were in much the same way. She just... had a bit more practice, but mostly with men who would gladly tell her anything she asked due to her powers in the mix.

Maya adjusted the hand awkwardly fondling between her legs so his fingers were actually on the right mark. She had to do it manually as she couldn't offer any... pointers, not with her current wardrobe choices. Still, she nodded encouragingly at Stiles when she was fairly sure his brain could focus enough to see her (meaning when she wasn't actively jacking him off).

Okay, so, nipples were good. Good, because he liked those. And playing with them. And the way she was playing with him - god, did she know how to…

Distract him.

Nothing out of the ordinary there, though her hand adjusting his so he hit the right spot pulled him back out of that. Stiles wanted to be make sure Maya was enjoying it, too, so he eagerly moved the way she silently suggested, registering her nod with a little smile at the corner of his mouth. His thumb, while unoccupied, brushed over her outer folds while he tried hooking his fingers a tiny bit, seeing if that would make a difference.

Distracting Stiles simply happened to be the most fun she could have until she learned to control her powers. Trying to pronounce his first name got old fast. His fingers exploring her... she was fairly sure that wouldn't get old anytime soon. In fact, she was enjoying herself so much she just stretched back and stopped distracting Stiles, let him explore a bit unburdened by her hands on sensitive parts of him for a little while.

She just lay back stretched out, somehwhat catlike in her way. She couldn't let him know verbally when he hit the right point, but her body was doing a good job of moving in ways to show how... pleased, she was with his efforts and exploration.

So far so good - he hadn't screwed anything up irreparably yet, or hurt her or anything. Or if he had, she didn't mind, but apparently she had this whole... weird S&M thing going, with the ballgag - or was that just for him? Probably just for him, now that he thinks about it, paranoia and all. Where'd she get one in bright pink, anyway?

Stiles gave himself a mental shake, trying to focus. It got considerably easier when she pulled her hand away and laid back, letting him do his thing with his hands, at least before he actually looked at her, and... Damn, her boobs looked really... Maybe he could just... Neither of his hands stopped what they were doing as he considered it, but eventually Stiles leaned down and took her nipple in his mouth, going over it with his tongue. If hands were good, he figured, why shouldn't that be?

Asking how Maya can find anything she wants in the weird pastel pinks and baby blues she seems to constantly wear is just a terrible pandora's box to open. Probably best she isn't thinking to hard to answer things, and the muffled noises she make aren't very... coherent. They definitely suggest Stiles is doing pretty well with this, the message was all too clear.

The key difference was control, Stiles, for all his paranoid second guessing and thoughts Maya would kill him after like a preying mantis, was thinking with a bit more of his brain than most of Maya's accidental partners. Maya doesn't like to get all commanding, so she lets them set the pace, which is a lot less enjoyable than this, other than flood of lust off of the partner.

So a tongue on her boob was different, good, but different. She Mostly it helped that his hands were still... occupying her attention, as much as they were occupied. It was a little unfair she couldn't return any of that, but she'll make up the interest once he's okay trusting her with her powers. She made it very clear how much she enjoyed his mouth where it was by raking her fingers through his hair, which also suggested he shouldn't move his head away.

Hands in his hair - yes, good. He definitely liked that, and he liked where he was positioned, so moving probably wasn’t going to happen, at least not for a minute or two. Stiles, of course, was always excited to take anything a step further, if he thought of it success so far, and that wasn’t changing today. Rolling his tongue over her nipple again, he gave it an experimental nip, gently pulling it between his teeth.

Maya threw her head back at that little trick, and Stiles won't see it while he's so occupied, but there was enough energy to it Maya's glasses are now crooked. He can feel her breath hitch, he's close enough to her chest that he should be able to feel her heart race too. Maya sighed into her gag, this was definitely worth doing, and almost worth the wait.

Maya glanced through the lens more or less over an eye and tried to use her legs to pull Stiles closer. Well, that would be inaccurate, she was trying to pull a certain part of Stiles closer to a certain part of her, by wrapping her legs around his body. Hopefully he'll take the hint, because while foreplay is nice it isn't the main attraction. Which, for a being that's pretty keyed in on sex, lust, and desire, is a lot more interesting.

He almost lost his balance when she did that, mouth letting go of her breast with a quiet pop and as he tried to catch himself before his full weight fell on her. Not that it was that much for a guy his size - he was still pretty scrawny for his age, and an athlete, too, but somehow falling on her like that didn't exactly strike him as the sexiest thing to do right now.

With her legs around him, pulling him closer to a very, ah, interesting place, he found his mouth at her neck instead, and took full advantage of it, kissing and biting in turns because it was there, and that's what you're supposed to do. Still, it couldn't last for long, because Stiles can practically feel her already, so after a few moments of playing around, he had to shift, slipping a hand between them to make sure he's positioned right - which was apparently harder than it sounded, at least the first time around. It took a bit of doing, but finally he was at her entrance, taking a moment to admire how she felt against just the tip of him, not even the full thing yet, and that was it. He had to take the plunge, literally, and with few silent words of encouragement for himself, he took a breath and did it.

It wasn't neither fast or slow, but something in-between, like he was still trying to figure out what to do with himself. He nearly stopped halfway, suddenly overwhelmed with sensation, but managed to keep it to a pause until he was all the way inside of her, and that's when Stiles did stop. He was leaning over her, arms to either side as he tried to steady his breathing as he got used to the feeling. It was... good, definitely good, and he kind of wished he'd done this way sooner, but seeing as his only options were a hand or (only recently) a freaking siren, he still felt he was kind of justified in being paranoid, especially knowing Derek's history with supernatural ladies.

Eventually, he nodded. "Yeah. Yeah, okay. I see your point. I totally needed help unwinding."

Maya did her best not to giggle when Stiles nearly fell over... then remembered her gag, then giggled anyway. He can't hear her and it was cute. Especially since he didn't actually fall on her, cause no matter how scrawny he was she was still smaller. Who knew a ballgag would make communication easier?

Stiles knew exactly what she wanted, after all.

Well... almost, he then started to tease her, not that she was surprised, exactly. His first time, not her's... but it was her first time with someone taking it slow. Which was... Maya was both hating it and enjoying it all at once, she wanted to get to the part she knew was fun. But... feeling his desires mixed with everything else was a different kind of fun. Letting her be slightly surprised when he finally made his move. Then... he stopped, it was, still very nice.

Maya's eyes smiled as he spoke, and brushed her fingertips across Stiles's jawline. Now he was seeing it her way, and she only had to use her power of having tits. Then she squeezed her legs together, which effected other parts of her when she did it. Hopefully he got the message as to what she wanted.

His breath faltered when she squeezed her legs, the movement doing some extremely interesting things from the inside. It was probably the best encouragement she could offer, ballgag and all, and he took to it without hesitation, the constant stream of energy from his ADHD keeping him going. He wanted to keep that feeling going, and the most obvious way was to start moving, so move he did. It's not smooth, not exactly easy, and maybe the first time he pulls back a little too far and has to reposition and start again, but it's not... bad, at least not for him.

Maya hoped that Stiles didn't take this as a blow against his activities, because his efforts, while a bit rough and erratic, were doing the job. But she was far more aware of what she liked than he was. So she moved one hand between them and started to play with herself. Just... to add to the event.

Maya's motions were far less erratic, she stretched and arched into the various pleasures in single fluid motions. Lost in the enjoyment of the activity, moaning into her gag. The motions of her stretching pushing her into his thrusts, but their timing isn't quite synced up.

He noticed it, but wasn't offended - more curious than anything. Stiles almost stopped to experiment with it, and his hand had wandered close before he could think to stop it, but he reminded himself what they’re doing here and kept moving instead.

Definitely a worthy sacrifice, if you ask him, because god, it felt great. Maya clearly knew what she was doing - not that he'd thought she wouldn't or anything, with the stories she'd told them about. It was obvious from them, and... maybe from the way she acted with him, that she wasn't exactly the Virgin Mary anyway, some innocent blushing girl who hadn't even had a Sex Ed class. They weren't exactly moving together, just a beat or so off, but even so, she knew exactly the way to move to make him groan, and surprisingly, Stiles found that he loved it.

At first Maya was a bit embarrassed about her sex life, just... having one and not dating someone felt wrong. But the more she worried, the more she realized that sex was her accidentally sprouting claws or howling at the moon or whatever creepy thing Lydia had going on. Sex was a part of who she was, so she opened up a bit more about it, then it became pretty clear people were uncomfortable about it and... she occasionally didn't speak about her activities as much.

Except to warn people which couch cushions were a bad idea until she cleaned up.

This was definitely different from her experiences due to her powers. This wasn't an accident, or a side-effect of her abilities. She wasn't worried about feathering up and being discovered as a monster (although most boys wouldn't care enough to stop if she did, they'd save their freak out to get out of cuddling). Also there were some moral issues that left her feeling guilty. It might not be 'making love' or whatever sappy thing Scott would McCall it, but it was closer to it than Maya usually got.

Maya's fingers moved delicately in spite of all the erratic energy that her hips had as she bucked. Pushing herself into his thrusts like she was in heat. Which... from the look in her eyes wasn't really inaccurate. She was looking to see if there was anything he desired, as her she tried to get to her favorite part of the sexual experience.

The more erratic she got, the more it fed into Stiles’ own hyperactive, spasmodic movements. He was the furthest thing from graceful, and it showed, but it was hard to care about that when she had him so keyed up. All of his attention was on her and how it felt, and the closer she got, the faster they moved, the harder it was to keep going. He didn’t want it to stop just yet, though Stiles could feel the pressure building to a tipping point already. If they kept on like this, he wouldn’t be able to last much longer.

Guess there actually was a downside to dating a supernatural sex bird lady.

Maya was not the type, anymore, to worry about who finished first. Usually the men she was with did, and it didn't bother her, she just took it as a commentary on how effective she was. That and she's a monster who feels other peoples sexual arousal, so even if it wasn't her own orgasm, she did get pleasure out of it. While Stiles was lacking in grace, and his face was something she'd laugh at if she wasn't quite so preoccupied with both their pleasure, it didn't really detract from the moment. She opened her eyes enough to urge him to finish, since talking was still not really an option.

Not that she wanted them to be done, but the orgasms are pretty much the best part of this. Or maybe the tired lazy cuddling? Or the round two that happened after that? There were a lot of best parts. Maya's fingers moved faster over her clit as she waited for the sudden rush of feelings when Stiles finished. Her other hand played with her chest to give him a show, you know, if he can still see straight.

Stiles opened his eyes just in time to meet hers, with that odd, faint glow they got when there was lust in the air. There was plenty of it, enough that he could barely form the words he thought he would say during a moment like this, but it didn’t really matter, anyway. All that those nights, thinking them over and wondering what it would feel like? They paled in comparison.

Seeing her play with her breast, he immediately decided to claim the other with his own hand, giving her nipple a slight tweak to see if that’ll do her any good. At that point, however, feeling her in his hand as well as having her legs around his waist was a lot to process at once, enough that he couldn’t hold it back any longer and it hit him like a train, sudden and unexpected and fast. It sapped the rest of his energy - although, hyper as Stiles is, he’ll gain it back in no time - so there wasn’t much else he could do but flop down on the bed beside Maya and try to catch his breath before he can even think to check and make sure she got hers, too.

She rode through the rush of his climax into her own, mostly spurred on by the little empathic connection she always made in her trysts. Fingers moving over herself to keep the stimulation, Stiles being drained and tired was something she'd never really seen from him. It was cute.

Her hand worked the strap on her gag and let that fall loose enough to hang around her neck. Her lips moving very quickly to nibble on Stiles's neck as he caught his breath, she was grinning through the biting. Once she was completely pleased with how that worked, "Fun little distraction? And now you know for sure you wanted it because I didn't even sing a little bit of a song."

Although she considered doing that now to get him back to full energy, but that sorta thing is dangerous on mere humans.

He was still trying to catch his breath, slowly succeeding, when she nuzzled his neck - and bit him. The natural response was to jerk away in surprise, but not far enough that Maya couldn’t still reach him, if she wanted to. The look he gave her was skeptical as he asked in muttered breathes, “What are you, a black widow? Gonna eat me now - is that how you sirens work?”

Not that Stiles hated it. That was the problem with these sex demons - they came after you, tried to kill you, and made you beg for it.

Maya wouldn’t do that to him. And if she did, Scott might have something to say about it, as chivalrous as that guy was. She knew better than to risk it; Stiles was pretty sure of that much, at least.

“It was alright,” he admitted finally. Understatement of the year.

She batted him harmlessly, "I have been a good little bird and kept a ballgag in so you would feel comfortable, when the entire time I wanted to kiss, bite, and suck various pieces of your anatomy. I also wanted to make a lot of very happy pleased moaning noises. Also that isn't how sirens work, not... well, not the good kind."

She didn't mention that the kind that did eat people would have taken a knife to his gut and started eating his entrails by now. But that's hardly a... you know, post-coital topic to go with. Sirens like Maya that wanted very much to be human just enjoyed the rush that was human emotions, there was some really neat science explanation for how it helped replace certain... science word things that sirens didn't do normally, but humans did. Kinda like a way to unlock the digestive process or something.

She cuddled into his chest and smiled, "You're a bad liar." Because she just fed off of how very much he enjoyed that. She needed to put clothes back on and get a snack. Also he needed to get back to work. but now was when cuddling happened.

you wanna play catwoman, I'll be your batman

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