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We all masturbate, it's nothing to be ashamed of. It's also something most prefer to keep private. But sometimes, people forget to knock while we're in the middle of things, and awkwardness ensues.

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REACTIONS:

➊ EMBARRASSMENT Yeah, someone just caught you in a very private act and you kind of wish the ground would swallow you up. Now.

➋ ANGER How dare someone barge in on you without knocking! You'll give them a piece of your mind right now.

➌ EXCITEMENT/EXHIBITIONISM happens to be a major turn-on for you, so you'll just continue. Maybe even ask them to give you a hand, you never know...

➍ APATHY Big deal, it's not like they've been living in a bubble where they never knew masturbation existed, and if they were they had to find out about it sometime.

➎ SQUICK Either it was a family member who just walked in on you or you just feel so utterly dirty at having been caught doing something so personal.

➏ DELAYED reaction You didn't even notice they were there until after you finished.

➐ DERAILED REACTION Oh no you've been--what is that on their head? Wait, the world's ending now? D-did you just see that unicorn? Worry about being caught later, figure out what the hell is going on first.

➑ FRUSTRATION COME ON, EVERY TIME!

➒ RELIEF Thank GOODNESS someone came by! Otherwise you'd have had to stop and go grab that toy/pillow/remote for the annoying stereo yourself. Also they could maybe swap discs because this movie isn't really doing it for you. What do you mean it's inappropriate? It's not like you're asking them to watch.

➓ WILDCARD! You know the rules!

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Okay, so, maybe she should have been a little more cautious. But dropping by Stiles' house was kind of a thing for everyone now, and the vast majority of the time it didn't matter if they knocked or not. Everyone would just let themselves in and head on up to his room.

She didn't bother knocking, either, so she really had no one but herself to blame when she opened the door on Private Stiles Time.

"Oh." Well. That was impressive.

He was enjoying himself. Immensely. He might have been thinking of a certain blonde at the time, which is why when he opened his eyes at the sound, he wasn't surprised to see her standing there.

Until he figured out that it was real and not just part of his fantasy. He paused, hand in mid stroke, his eyes wide and his mouth open in an 'o' of surprise. "Shit." Should he cover himself? Tell her to get out? Tell her to come in? What the hell did a guy do in this situation?

She didn't look disgusted or embarrassed or mad. Actually she looked.. impressed. Curious. Intrigued. Leaning on the door frame, Erica crossed her arms and canted her head to the side, looking him up and down, and wow, lacrosse and track were really good to Stiles.

"Don't mind me."

Oh, but he was minding her. He was also minding the fact that his door was open and his dad was downstairs. Maybe coming up. Who knew?

"Close the door," he hissed, hunching over himself. His traitorous cock refused to flag, if anything it was harder than it had been when she'd walked in. Crap.

Oh, bad move. Because that gave her an idea. Sure, the polite thing to do would be to close the door and wait outside for the all clear, but Erica liked what she saw. She wanted to keep seeing more. So after a glance down the stairs, Erica stepped inside the room, closed the door behind her, and leaned against it, hands behind her back.

"Better?"

His hand squeezed around himself when he realized he was now in his room, alone, with Erica Reyes with his dick in his hand. Fuck his life, seriously.

"Um..." The word came out breathy, shaky, his body actually quite happy with the turn of events. "What... uh, what are you doing?" Was she going to watch him? He felt a pulse go through him, his cock leaking just a little.

"Watching." Obviously. Her tone even had that 'duh' sound to it. "Unless you want me to help?"

"Watching..." He repeated it, like an idiot, staring at her. Then he heard the second part of the offer and his hand moved all on its own, sliding back down to the base of him. "Jesus, um, god. Oh, god." That thought had him reacting pretty strongly. Would he want her to help? Jesus, yes. But you don't just ask girls to help you jerk off when they catch you in the act.

Even when they offer? Erica rolled her eyes, and shifted a little, making herself a little more comfortable against the door. "My name's Erica, but I guess you can call me that if you want."

"Erica..." He knew your name, thank you. He just... stop looking at him like that. It was making it impossible not to let his hand keep moving. He should stop. He had stopped, but that offer had hit him right in the libido, it seemed. "You, uh, god, I can't..." He covered his eyes with his other hand, somehow going off the logic that if he couldn't see her, she couldn't see him and maybe he wouldn't die of embarrassment.

She swallowed thick, sucking her bottom lip in between her teeth. He was actually going to do it, and he was going to let her watch. "You can't what?" And her voice was a little more husky than she was used to. Apparently he wasn't the only one getting smacked in the libido by this.

Anything. He couldn't think with her there watching him. He was unaware that his feet were slowly trying to turn his chair away from her, to hide himself in against the wall so that he had no audience. He couldn't see with his hand over his eyes, but his cheeks were bright red.

Oh no. Erica crossed the room in three long strides and spun the chair to face her, bracing her arms on either arm rest. She was bent over enough that her boobs were practically spilling out of her top, but if she noticed she didn't care. "Are you sure you don't want some help?"

He felt himself jerked around, his hand dropping from his eyes so he could see what--

Oh. Hi, boobs. Nice to see you all up close and personal like that. He looked up at her, her face so close to him and her breasts...

He squeezed himself again, muffling a sound as his toes curled on the floor. "Uh..." Yes. Yes. She could help all she wanted. She could strip naked and rub herself against him. She could lie on the floor in front of him and writhe and let him finish all over her.

Of course, he would never actually say that.

Erica stood up fully, tilting her head to the side and looking him over, before peeling off her jacket and tossing it onto his bed. Crossing her arms under her chest, Erica sighed, tossing her hair out of her face. "'Uh' isn't an answer, Stiles. This is a genuine offer. Take it or leave it."

Her jacket came off and he was even more distracted. "Offer, uh, for what, exactly?" It wasn't that he didn't trust her... it's just that she'd done things in the past that made her offer somewhat suspicious.

"To help," came the response, clearly annoyed. "I'm not gonna bite it off… I just want to touch it."

"Oh god, you were serious?"

Erica Reyes wanted to touch his dick. He whimpered as he squeezed himself reflexively again, looking at her with a dropped jaw. "You want to... to touch it. Touch it." Yes. Yes, please. All the yeses in the universe.

Rolling her eyes, Erica knelt down in front of him, placing the palms of her hands on his thighs. "I wouldn't have offered if I wasn't, Stiles," she said, brushing a thumb over the fabric of his jeans. "Not to you, anyway."

She took his last little remark as a yes, sliding a hand up to his hip and then over to where his hand was wrapped around his dick, settling her fingers over his.

He had no idea what that remark meant, but his brain was taken out of the equation as soon as her hand touched him. He made a strangled sound, a dribble of precome sliding down his length and over his fingers. And hers.

He wanted to apologize, wanted to say sorry for getting her messy, but he couldn't get enough air in to make words. Instead, his eyes found hers, cheeks flaming a bright red as he tried to see what she was thinking.

Well, she certainly didn't look disgusted. More… curious. Glancing up, Erica met his eyes, sliding her now messy fingers up over his length, the movement slow and careful. She brushed a thumb over the tip, lowering her gaze to watch the reaction down there instead of his face although she wasn't sure where the more entertaining reaction would be.

The physical reaction in his lap was that his cock throbbed, twitching up against his stomach, moving in their hands. Her thumb send a shiver through him, his eyes trying to close while he was trying to force them open. He licked his lips, a whine slipping past them as he gripped his chair hard enough to make his knuckles go white with his free hand.

Well. That was a reaction she hadn't expected. Erica perked up a bit, sitting up a little bit straighter, looking up at him through her eyeslashes. "That was good?" She swiped her thumb over his dick again, face lighting up as she got the same reaction as before.

"If I keep it up, will you come?"

If she kept it up, he was going to die. He could already feel his hips lifting up a little, or wanting to, with each touch of her thumb. His fingers were still tangled with hers around his cock, which only made the sensations stronger.

"Mm... mmhmm." He nodded, leaning a little more over himself in an attempt to possibly get a little closer to her.

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