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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M, M/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Erica_Reyes/Stiles_Stilinski, Vernon_Boyd/Erica_Reyes, Vernon_Boyd/Stiles
      Stilinski, Vernon_Boyd/Erica_Reyes/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Erica_Reyes, Vernon_Boyd, Scott_McCall_(Teen_Wolf),
      Allison_Argent, Isaac_Lahey, Derek_Hale
  Additional Tags:
      Bodyswap, Threesome_-_F/M/M, Dubious_Consent
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-01-19 Chapters: 1/2 Words: 3067
****** Give Me Just a Taste ******
by ohanotherday
Summary
     Stiles liked to imagine that if he were ever a werewolf, he would be
     marginally okay at it. However, he never imagined that if he were a
     werewolf, he would also be in a female body. Like literally, he never
     imagined being a girl with fangs and claws and…other things. Both he
     and Erica also couldn’t remember ever being so narcissistic, but
     would it really be so bad if they closed the gap between them and
     kissed maybe just once…or twice…or a few times?
Notes
See the end of the work for notes
Stiles woke up with a mouthful of dirt and a cramp in his leg. He shook it to
get rid of the numb sensation, only to find it was lodged underneath something.
A hand grabbed his waist, and Stiles shot his eyes open. “Mm, nhhgh.” Blonde
hair blocked his vision, and he swatted at the hand squeezing him. The hand
slid down his side, and Stiles yanked free of his captor’s hold.
As soon as he was free, he ran, not even bothering to pause when he heard
someone—Boyd—yell, “Erica!”
Stiles was not prepared for this shit. He fell asleep safe and snug in his bed.
Not in the forest. Not in the dirt. Not in a bed of twigs next to a big, warm,
snuggly werewolf named Vernon Milton Boyd IV. Stiles shook his head, panicking
when the blonde hair blocked his view again. It never felt this easy running,
and Stiles was sure he had managed to put a huge distance between him and Boyd.
Finally he stopped, yanking at the long hair now attached to his head. It was
definitely less scary than the boobs and claws and the vagina now on his body.
He had to sit down to keep himself from wanting to kill something. Literally.
He honestly wanted to kill something. Not ‘I am so mad I could hit something
over the loss of my dick,’ but literally find some innocent creature and kill
it. He didn’t need to be a genius to figure out what happened. He was totally
in Erica’s body. He just couldn’t figure out how it happened. Stiles plucked at
his cotton shorts. They were way too short for his taste. But then again, Erica
probably hadn’t expected anyone but Boyd to see them.
When Stiles calmed down, he headed toward his house—or at least where he
thought his house was. His claws had retracted, but his face—Erica’s face—still
felt strange. Those were definitely sideburns he was rocking. He couldn’t tell
how long it took before he finally wandered into his backyard, but by that time
his sideburns and face were feeling a lot more human. Stiles tilted his head.
If he was in Erica’s body, Erica had to be in Stiles’ body. And the last time
he had seen his body was in his own room.
Stiles glanced up at his window. Even if he was a temporary werewolf, there was
no way he was making it up there after a morning like this. He walked toward
the backdoor, panicking and ducking behind the hedge when he saw his dad. Yeah,
there was no way he was going to explain why a teenage girl wearing a camisole
and short shorts was in the sheriff’s backyard.
“Shit, shit, shit,” Stiles hissed. He crawled on all fours away from the
kitchen window. He had broken into his own house millions of times. The only
difference this time was that he was a girl. Who occasionally had sideburns and
fangs and claws. No big deal.
The climb up was a lot easier with werewolf muscles to help him, and as soon as
he was safe in his room, he checked to see if his body was there as well. It
was, snoring in his bed.
“Hey,” Stiles whispered, still worried that his dad might’ve heard him climb up
the side of the house. “Wake up.” He crawled onto the bed, hovering over his
body before shaking it awake.
His body reached out to hit him, and Stiles held his own arm down. He was not
going to be betrayed like that. When he saw his body’s eyes blink open, he
glared at himself. “What are you doing with my body?” Whatever Erica had done,
he was going to fix it right now. As soon as she told him. As soon as she
stopped gaping at him and decided to use those vocal chords. Stiles shook his
body a little more, trying to reign in the werewolf strength. He really would
like his body returned in one piece.
“Huh?” Stiles’ actual body was barely moving, but then eyes widened and it was
looking around. “Where’s Boyd?”
“You have got to be kidding me,” Stiles groaned, plopping down on his wretched
body that apparently had an inclination to body swaps.
“Seriously! What the hell is going on?” Erica (because who else could it be?)
started squirming around, and Stiles had to press a hand over her mouth.
“Shhh. Boyd is in the forest, you’re in my body, and my dad’s downstairs.”
Erica calmed down, and Stiles took his hand off of her mouth. “Stiles?”
“Who else would it be?” Stiles huffed before getting off of Erica and getting
under the covers. Maybe the combined body heat of Erica and Boyd was enough out
in the forest, but he was freezing in the scant amount of clothing. His toes
seriously felt like they were going to fall off.
A thought that Stiles had been trying to ignore pushed itself to the forefront.
“Did you and Boyd just have sex?” He scrunched his nose. “Is this body all
sexed up?” Stiles sat up, wondering if he should change his sheets now or
later.
“We didn’t do anything,” Erica growled. Stiles nodded, but he really didn’t
believe her. Erica’s body was missing a lot of clothes. Like a bra. “We were
just talking. And Isaac had been nearby.” She rolled her eyes. “Seriously, we
were just camping.”
“Uh huh,” Stiles agreed, though he waved a hand over his now perky chest
region.
“Shut up. It hurts sleeping in a bra.” Erica squinted at him as if this was all
Stiles’ fault.
Stiles laid back in his bed, rubbing a hand over his lip. “You know, last night
I was in my room. And when I finally went to sleep, I was safe in my bed.” He
paused. “I didn’t get involved in any weird supernatural shenanigans.” He shot
an accusing glare at Erica. “So what were you doing that caused us to switch
bodies?” Raising an eyebrow, he waited for her to answer.
Erica glared at him, but eventually she just blushed. “We were just talking,”
Erica repeated. She burrowed under the covers, partially hiding her face. “We
haven’t even done anything. And Isaac was there, practically chaperoning,” she
groaned.
“Oh?” Stiles glanced up at the ceiling. Well connecting on an emotional level
and then having sex probably did have some merits, Stiles supposed. He wouldn’t
know, as he hadn’t had sex with anyone. Ever. He brought a hand up to scratch
his neck. Maybe if he and Erica returned to the ‘campsite’ last night, they
could figure out what had been responsible for the switcheroo.
“Stop that.”
A hand stilled Stiles’, and he paused from his thinking to see his now
manicured fingers were scratching over a breast, friction hardening up the
nipple. Stiles immediately jerked his hand away. He hadn’t meant to
unintentionally grope his—Erica’s—body. It was an accident.
“Sorry!” He squeaked, drawing the covers up to his chin. When he glanced at
Erica, she was staring at the ceiling. He decided the ceiling was definitely a
great point of interest as well.
---
When Erica fell asleep last night, she hadn’t expected to be woken up by her
own body pinning her down and asking questions. That definitely was not
something she had signed up for when she agreed to being a werewolf. But, at
the same time, she had always wondered what it would be like to wake up in
Stiles Stilinski’s bed. Full name necessary, because her crush had started long
before she even had full on conversations with him. After the bite, her crush
on Stiles had waned, but her hand repeatedly running over the new body she
inhabited was resurfacing old memories.
However, while her fantasies had sometimes been either ‘out of body
experiences,’ they were never literal ‘out of her entire body and into someone
else’s.’ Sometimes she had fantasized about herself having sex with Stiles,
other times—and after a discovery of POV porn when she was fifteen—she
fantasized that she was the one with a dick, fucking up into Stiles or even
into a more feminine body. But this? This experience right here? Yeah, she had
never imagined this in her wildest dreams. This was downright scary. And the
boner in her pants wasn’t really helping.
Her body, now being controlled by Stiles, looked at her. “Should we call Scott?
Or Deaton? Or…someone?” Stiles shook his head. “This is so fucked up.”
“Yeah,” Erica gulped. This was definitely fucked up. Because she shouldn’t be
getting hard from the sight of her own body in Stiles’ bed. Or from the sight
of her elementary school crush possessing and touching her body. She was
grateful that Stiles hadn’t figured out how to tell how aroused she was. They
needed to get this fixed soon, before any of the werewolves saw her sweating
like this. They would never let her live it down.
“I think my dad just left.” Stiles wore a thoughtful expression, and Erica
wondered if she always looked like that. “Yeah.” He smiled, looking absolutely
delighted when he turned toward Erica.
Erica squirmed further underneath the covers when Stiles frowned. It was like
she was being judged by herself.
“Are you okay?” Stiles pressed a cool hand along Erica’s forehead, wiping away
sweat and brushing the short hair back. “You’re not getting sick because of the
whole switch, are you?”
Stiles looked genuinely concerned, and when he started sniffing, Erica would’ve
laughed and teased him if she wasn’t so terrified that he would figure out the
truth. His eyes narrowed on her lips, and as if being pulled in by a magnet, he
moved toward her. In an instant, he blinked, quickly pulling away and sitting
up straight. Stiles pushed the blonde hair back as he blinked straight ahead.
“Technically I’m a brand new werewolf, right?”
“Yeah,” Erica muttered.
“And werewolves have a lot of urges, huh?” He briefly glanced at Erica before
looking back at the wall, not waiting for her to answer. “It’s a thing.
Resorting to all those base urges of fight, flight, or…fuck,” Stiles gulped.
Erica forgot about the boner in her pajamas and sat up. “It’s not like
werewolves are animals,” she snapped.
When Stiles looked back at her, his eyes were yellow, and his face had shifted.
Erica winced, but she rested a hand on Stiles’ shoulder. “Think of your
anchor,” she urged, because Stiles must’ve already thought’ve one. There was no
way he got all the way to his house from the middle of the forest without one.
As soon as Stiles was shifted back to human, he sort of whimpered, and Erica
couldn’t help but scoop him up into her arms. It was like she was basically
hugging herself, but she had already been thinking about having sex with
herself, so this definitely wasn’t as weird.
“This is going to sound seriously fucked up, but I really want to have sex with
you right now,” Stiles mumbled into Erica’s shoulder.
“Okay.”
Stiles pulled back. “Okay this is fucked up, or okay you want to have sex?”
“Both,” Erica replied. She smirked, though she wasn’t sure how it would look on
Stiles’ face.
“Yeah.” Stiles slouched, sitting criss-cross on the bed. “That would be like
masturbation or selfcest or something,” he murmured.
“Or something,” Erica laughed. She still hadn’t forgotten about the boner. And
she hadn’t forgotten about Boyd either. But she wasn’t even really dating Boyd.
Before the alpha pack arrived in Beacon Hills, they had started up a
relationship, but afterward, they simply stayed close with each other because
of the trauma they both experienced. Technically, this wouldn’t even count as
cheating. And Boyd hadn’t even tried following her when Stiles woke up in her
body and ran. Erica shook her head. She was really making awful choices today.
She lightly grabbed Stiles’ ankle. “But we could,” she smiled.
“Could…?” Stiles squinted his eyes at her, making it seem like Erica was
accusing herself of something strange, which she was.
“Could have sex.” She gripped Stiles’ waist, smiling at the feel of it, and
pulled him into her lap. She had only remembered halfway through that she
didn’t have werewolf strength to help, and smiled when she realized that Stiles
must’ve been helping her along. Clearly he was definitely okay with this too.
“Yeah?”
“Yeah,” Erica agreed.
It was the only confirmation that Stiles needed apparently, because he pressed
his lips against Erica’s hard, slightly opening them to let her tongue in. It
was strange kissing herself, but when Stiles pulled away, she frowned. Except
Stiles was pulling off his shirt, discarding the camisole and wrapping his arms
around Erica’s neck before kissing her again. Erica was slightly annoyed at the
fact that he wasn’t even giving her a chance at modesty, but he pulled off her
shirt as well, rubbing his breasts against her chest as soon as he could. Erica
couldn’t help herself from squeezing them. She always thought they should be
appreciated more often by people. They were perfect. Stiles gripped a hand over
hers, getting her to squeeze them even tighter.
Erica pulled back, realizing she was going to come any second, and she didn’t
want to do that. She tried calming herself down, but Stiles followed her,
grinding down as he tried to kiss her again.
“Wait,” Erica ordered. She pushed Stiles back. “Do you have condoms?”
Stiles blinked before looking in about five different directions. “Yeah…?” He
frowned at her. “Oh!” He laughed as he crawled off of her, arching his back as
he opened a drawer built into the head frame of his bed. When he grabbed a
condom, he sat down and handed it to Erica.
She stared at the condom. This part required her to take off her pajamas and
boxers and look at the cock attached to Stiles’ body. And touch it. And she
really didn’t think she could handle any of that without blushing like an
idiot.
“Want me to do it?”
Erica looked up at Stiles. “Do you even know how?” She attempted a
condescending smirk while Stiles stared at her.
“Do you?” Stiles grinned and grabbed the condom out of her hands. “I’ll do it.”
He waved a hand before he ripped open the wrapper. “Just take off those
clothes.”
Erica tried to groan as if Stiles was being deeply annoying, but she liked the
demanding attitude. She laid back, squirming as she pushed the pajamas and
boxers off. Before she could even get them past her knees, Stiles leaned over.
He lightly gripped the bottom of the base of her cock, squeezing it before
licking a bit of the precum. He made a face, but it didn’t stop him from
continuing. Erica felt like she was going to burst at any second, but Stiles
just squeezed tighter before pulling away.
“You know, technically you’re giving yourself your first blowjob,” Erica
teased, smirking when Stiles glared at her.
“And you’re enjoying it,” Stiles quipped before wrapping his lips around the
head.
When Stiles finally stopped sucking, he pulled the condom out of the wrapper,
placing it neatly onto Erica’s cock. While Erica kicked off the pajamas and
boxers, Stiles wriggled his way out of his shorts and underwear. As soon as he
was naked, he climbed back into bed. Before he could climb on top of Erica,
however, she pushed him down, guiding her fingers into him. Stiles initially
jerked away, not expecting the sensation, but he let her continue, grinding
against her occasionally.
Erica had to squeeze the base of her cock throughout it, worrying that she was
about come at any second, and she didn’t know if Stiles had a fast recovery
time. In fact, she didn’t know anything about Stiles’ body. As soon as Erica
paused for too long, Stiles sat up and climbed on top of her, angling her cock
and guiding it into him. At first, Erica held onto the base of it, pressing her
thumb up and rubbing Stiles every time he grinded down, but eventually she had
to let it go, and Stiles—putting all that werewolf strength to good use—pinned
her down as he rode her. It didn’t take Erica long to come after that, but she
helped Stiles reach an orgasm as well, realizing that she knew what her body
liked better than Stiles ever would.
Afterward, Stiles laid down next to Erica, legs wobbly and the endorphins
making him smile. “Hey.”
“Hey.”
Stiles frowned when he shivered, rolling closer toward Erica. “We should’ve
done this under the covers.”
“No,” she said firmly. “Not in a million years would I think ‘under the covers’
would be a better idea.”
Stiles grimaced before grabbing the edge of the blankets and rolling on top of
her. “You’re like really cold. How is your body so cold?” He frowned even as he
rolled away and urged Erica to follow him under the covers. He groaned as he
burrowed his head into the pillows. “And we still don’t know what happened!”
Stiles pulled Erica closer to him. “And now I feel bad for always making fun of
Scott’s desire to be near Allison.” He wrapped an arm around Erica’s waist.
“It’s like I need human contact to survive,” he moaned.
“Well,” Erica reasoned as she carded a hand through blonde hair, “even humans
are pack animals.”
Stiles raised an eyebrow at her before smirking. “Okay,” he nodded, “Thank you,
Ms. Reyes, for that insight.” He burrowed his head into Erica’s chest, closing
his eyes before saying, “We can figure out what happened later, yeah?”
Erica didn’t answer, but she closed her eyes as well. They would definitely
need to figure out what just happened. Like why she thought the best person to
have sex with for the first time would be herself. Or why Stiles even agreed.
Did he even like her, or was he just as intrigued by the possibility of having
sex with himself? Erica groaned. If this had simply come down to some werewolf/
base instinct bullshit, she was going to be in so much trouble. So much
freaking trouble. She paused when Stiles harrumphed. Okay, yeah, they could
figure all that out later.
End Notes
     The title is from “A_Girl_Like_You”_Edwyn_Collins. Also, I think I’m
     slowly losing my sanity because of this fic. I’ve just been thinking
     about how hot Boyd/Stiles would be, and then the other day I woke up
     thinking, “I wish Erica had a dick. But just temporarily. I still
     want it to be her, but just now she temporarily has a dick. And
     occasionally uses that dick with Boyd and Stiles.” And then I
     couldn’t get rid of the idea of body swaps and threesomes and a
     little fluff, so I wrote it all out.
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