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You'd both sworn. You'd sworn that you wouldn't subject yourselves to sex in the Jeep ever again. Not after the last time ended with so many unnecessary injuries between the two of you. Following one rolled ankle, a noticeable egg on the back of your head, and a bruise to Stiles' elbow that had been so worryingly dark that the purple had been mottled with spots nearly black in color, it was decided that handjobs were fine, blowjobs were great, fingering was.. sufficient. But full-out sex โ You had sworn, never again. And, yet..
You can't find it in yourself to care when the dizzying warmth of Stiles' breath falls against your spit slick, kiss swollen lips. Your mouths have separated only as a result of the way he's trying to maneuver you into a better position, a closer position, large hands encasing your waist as he drags you over to straddle his lap. The moment you've settled against his thighs, his hands are already pushing their way up underneath your skirt, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties as his mouth finds its way to your cheek, your jaw, your neck.
And fuck if your own hands aren't already scrambling to undo the button on his jeans, tearing them open and pushing up on your knees just enough that you two of you can work his pants and boxers down his thighs just a few inches.
His cock springs free, already almost fully hard with the anticipation of what's to come, and your mouth nearly waters at the sight. You will never tire of the sight of Stiles' cock, you're sure of it. When your hand wraps around him, your fingers don't meet, and when you give the fat length of him a gentle tug, he groans deliciously into the skin of your throat, hips jerking up as he chases the feeling.
โHey, slow down, why don'tcha?โ Stiles teases softly, โWhy're you in such a hurry, huh? Got somewhere else to be or-โ He cuts off with another quiet groan as you twist your wrist the way he likes, โOr something?โ
โShush, you.โ You reply with a smacking kiss to his mouth.
His fingers are moving in a teasing touch beneath your skirt, skimming the sensitive skin of your belly before finding home on your thighs. He gives the softness a pinch just hard enough to have you gasping before he's slipping beneath the fabric to drag long fingers between your folds.
โShit, babe,โ Stiles groans, his lips finding your cheek again before he drops a light kiss to your chin, โYou're this wet already?โ He asks, as if you haven't been working each other up for the last twenty minutes with heated touches and even hotter kisses.
He punctuates his question by slipping two fingers inside you in a ridiculously easy glide, the stretch making your eyebrows pull together as your jaw falls slack. He's giving you shallow thrusts, trying to open you up a little and get you ready for what will come next, and your free hand falls to his arm, tethering yourself with fingers circling his wrist in a firm grip. The way the muscles in his arm work with each drag out and then back in has your fingernails digging little crescent moons beneath the dark hairs on his forearm.
Your head is thrown back in pleasure, and it feels like it might weigh a million pounds when you drag it forward again to drop your forehead to his, your hips rocking down onto his fingers and your hand still working him to full hardness, closing over the head of his cock and collecting his precome just to slip back down his length again and again.
It had been days of longing glances across crowded rooms, and lingering touches that were a little unnecessary but desperately craved, and pushing maybe a little too far into each other's space when one of you needed to grab something just to feel the sparks along your skin. Each tiny moment shared had built upon one another slowly, day after day, and now that you're together, skin on skin and teeth and tongues on lips โ that fire between you finally burns bright again.
You're both panting a little breathlessly already, worked up beyond belief after not finding moment alone like this in what feels like ages. Hot breaths mingle between your parted lips, the sound of it broken up by the quiet little noises clawing their way up your throats.
You've missed him desperately amidst the chaos that the week has brought. You find yourself wanting him to wreck you beyond repair, to turn your brain inside out until he is all that remains โ no stresses about infuriating assholes in the form of college professors, or pack disputes, or the supernatural threat of the week โ and the way Stiles continues to work his fingers inside you, pushing in deep until he's caressing that spot that makes your vision white out a bit at the edges, you think he's well on his way toward that wreckage.
โCondom?โ You question desperately, tugging at his wrist in signal for him to extract himself from you.
He's muttering to himself while he fumbles to get access to where his back pocket is scrunched up beneath his thighs and you push up onto your knees all the while, maneuvering your underwear down one leg and then the other until you're free of them. When he produces the little foil packet, you take it from him without prompt, tearing it open and rolling it down over him in a quick, practiced motion that has him biting his lips together to hold back a curse.
Stiles slides his hips down the seat a bit further and grips the backs of your thighs to support you as you guide his tip to your entrance. The moment you start to sink down, his fingers dig into the doughy flesh of your thighs, fingertips curling below the curve of your ass to help spread you wider as he fills you up nice and slow.
โYou got it, baby,โ Stiles praises quietly, lips catching against your cheekbone to leave a small peck to your flushed skin, โThere y'go.โ
You're shuddering through your breaths as you accommodate to the stretch, knowing that every inch just a precursor to where he's thickest at the base. It's slow going, painful and delicious all at once, but when your hips finally meet his, clit nestling right up against the thatch of hair that trails from his belly button down to where you're connected, you let out a breathy sigh of relief.
Now that you're seated, his hands leave your backside to skate higher, rough fingertips dragging up to the back of your skirt to massage at your spine. You feel him fiddle with the zip at the back, his eyes meeting yours in silent question before you're nodding and he's giving it a tug and freeing you from the thick fabric.
You can't help but look down, and that first glimpse of where you've sucked him in, where he's filling you to the brim, has you eagerly rocking your hips a little to test the stretch. There's still a bit of an ache, a sharp little sting where you're stretched the widest, but it's lessening already and you can feel that pleasurable fullness behind your navel settling in.
โAlmost,โ You update him quietly, combing your fingers through the strands of his hair and grinning softly when he cranes into your touch, โJus' need another minute.โ
โTake as much time as you need,โ He returns earnestly, โYou know I'm just enjoying gettin' you like this. Missed you. This week was the worst.โ
And it truly has been. Nearly every minute of every day, start to finish, has been an onslaught of lectures and assignments due and pack bullshit that you're both inevitably dragged into every goddamn time โ the presence of the token pack humans always necessary if only to give another perspective to a mundane issue that, really, probably could've been solved by your brother and his co-alpha alone. Scott and Derek really shouldn't need to drag the two of you into every little problem โ which in turn would leave the two of you with ample time to sneak off somewhere to do this, perhaps in a bed, without the risk of bonked heads or twisted ankles or the bruises that came with ravishing each other in such close confines. And yet, and yet.
You nod in agreement, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape to give it a soft tug, โBeen so busy with classes. N' there've been way, way too many pack meetings,โ You complain in a quiet huff, โNot enough time for this..โ He grumbles his own agreement as your thumb finds the large beauty mark beneath his ear, โI missed you too.โ You return softly.
Stiles is patient as ever, his fingers taking the time to explore every bit of exposed skin on your body with a gentle touch. His arms circle your waist only to release you a second later to run his warm palms up your spine and give your shoulders a squeeze. His movements slow for a moment when he finds the band of your bra, pinching and unclasping it in a practiced motion, and then his big hands are making their way back to the front of your ribs, thumbs dragging against the soft underside of your breasts as he dips his head to press kisses to the newly exposed skin.
You lean back a bit to give him more space to work, savoring in the feeling of his mouth peppering soft kisses over your breasts as your own hands fall from his neck to rest on his pecs. Your fingers trail over dark freckles that dot his skin, nails scraping ever so gently into the patch of hair at the center of his chest.
Even with the windows cracked to let in a bit of the crisp autumnal air, the temperature in the Jeep creeps higher, the windows already fogged over with a thin sheen of condensation that smears lightly when you brace your right hand against the window. Five little streaks through the microscopic drops of water covering the cool glass, one to mark where each of your fingers scrape across the surface as you finally rise up onto your knees.
A pitiful little grunt falls from your lips as you drop back down, the sound pushed out with the sheer depth that his cock manages to reach in this position, so full that you can nearly taste him at the back of your throat.
You settle into a slow rhythm and Stiles grabs a hold of your hips as you do, but he's not guiding you, no. He's not aiming for control, not pushing you to go harder or faster, but rather simply holding on and following your movements, his thumbs tracing little concentric circles against the sides of you belly as you go at your own pace.
โFuck,โ You groan when your knees slip a little against the leather seat. It pushes him impossibly deeper than before, driving his tip against your cervix in a way that erupts goosebumps along your skin even in the warm car. โYouโre so deep. 'S so big, baby. You're so big-โ
You're not even sure what's coming out of your mouth, already a little drunk on the feeling of being filled so completely, on the slick drag every time you rise up and then the sharp jolt to every one of your nerve endings with each thrust back down. Despite the ramblings falling from your lips, or perhaps because of them, Stiles begins to make little noises of his own โ guttural moans against the curve of your throat, quiet grunts each time he hits deep.
He tips his head back and the warm brown in his eyes is almost completely taken over by black with how his pupils have blown wide. You catch sight of a small bead of sweat as it works its way out of his hair and begins a slow trail down his temple but you're kissing it away before it can reach his cheekbone. The salt of it lingers on your lips when your tongue runs over them just a moment later.
Dark eyes watch you move with rapt attention, his lips parted to let out low groans of encouragement. It takes a few minutes for him to find his voice, but when he does, his words send heat flooding through you.
โSo good,โ He tells you, hand tucking a lock of sweat-dampened hair behind your ear before his wide palm settles against the side of your neck, his voice thick with arousal, โAlways so good. You're- Shit, y're so tight. So warm. So perfect.โ
The thumb resting at the bottom of your cheek creeps up higher, rubbing the plush of your bottom lip until your jaw falls slack in acceptance and then he's cupping your chin and pushing the pad of his finger down against the softness of your tongue. You bite down softly with a moan and your bottom teeth dig into the meat of his palm with just how deep he's got his thumb before you're pulling off just a little and closing your lips around it, sucking and swirling your tongue and reeling at the way his eyes flutter shut with a groan, like he can't quite handle the sight in combination with the way you're riding him slow and deep.
When he removes his thumb, you suck harder to combat the spit that threatens to cling to the digit, but it doesn't make much of a difference because he's already sliding his hand around the back of your neck and bringing your mouth down against his.
You brace one hand on his stomach to aid your moments as your tongues meet in a hungry kiss. A whimper finds its way up your throat when he rubs his free hand achingly slow up and down the front of your thigh, around to grope your ass and then back, smoothing and squeezing along your skin like he wants to be touching you more โ Harder, tighter, everywhere all at once.
He's so, so deep like this and you can tell it's affecting him too. His kisses are hungry as he licks into your mouth, a little messy while his nose presses into your cheek and his fingers graze your waist on their journey toward your chest. He's thumbing over the peaks of your nipples, swallowing up your moans with his own, breathing a little like he's the one getting the air punched out of his lungs every time you seat yourself, burying him deep enough that the head of his cock is driving into that spot that makes you see stars.
Your brain goes a little hazy with your budding orgasm, tiny noises becoming more frequent, falling against his mouth a bit like a plea. You don't need to explain, Stiles is already dragging his hand up to push between your thighs, thumb circling your clit the way he knows you like. Your eyebrows furrow as you slip from the kiss, far too focussed on chasing your high now. You bounce a little faster, shallower, fingers scraping at the pale skin of his chest, eyes pinched shut as your thighs tremble with exertion and your knees ache.
Heat licks across your body, a bead of sweat trickling down your spine as your movements start to become a little more difficult. You're so close โ so close-
โC'mon, you're doing so good, baby.โ Stiles says with far too much tenderness, far too much amazement.
โFuck,โ You whimper, shaky breaths tearing from your chest as you teeter closer and closer, โFuckfuckfuck-โ
โYou got it. You can do it. C'mon-โ
His gentle praises send you careening over the edge and your whole body shakes as you try to work through it. You're struggling, but then Stiles' hands are under your ass again, guiding you this time, gripping the backs of your thighs tight as he supports some of your weight and helps you ride out your high. Every nudge of his cock against the deepest parts of you has you moaning louder, brain going a little fuzzy as your orgasm peaks but never quite dies off.
Your arms curl around his shoulders, digging your face into his neck as you gasp against his skin, thighs shaking as he keeps guiding you back and forth, not pulling out nearly as far now before he's dragging you against him and filling you back up. Your breasts are pushed tight against his chest. The smell of his aftershave is in your nose and your forehead is pressed into his sweat slicked neck. You're panting, nearly drooling on his shoulder as you try to lock your knees to hold yourself in place, thighs feeling exhausted and like jelly all at once.
โSti. Fuck, baby, I can't-โ A moan cuts you off as it rolls off your tongue, โMy legs can't-โ
โAw, your legs too tired, baby girl?โ He asks, and it comes out a little condescending. You can practically see the satisfied little smirk on his face, even from where your own is buried in his neck as you nod. He lifts you up a little higher, hands still grasping at the crease where your thighs meet your ass as he adjusts his hips beneath you, โNeed me to do the work now?โ
The teasing in his voice has your body going traitorously pliant, your voice weak when it finally comes, โPlease.โ
โI got you,โ Stiles promises, taking a little pity. He drags one hand toward the center of your spine while the other falls to the outside of your knee to hold you steady, โI got you..โ
The first thrust up into you has you crying out. Not hitting nearly as deep as before, but he's driving in so much harder, so much faster. It pulls whiny little gasps from your lips with each thrust and your jaw's gone slack where it's buried in his neck as his skin slaps against yours with every snap of his hips. The sound of it is loud, and the combination of noises both lewd and salacious only proves to turn you on that much more.
โShit.โ Stiles grunts, voice a little hoarse and yet somehow high as it catches in his throat, โYou make the prettiest noises, baby. Fuck. Just listen t' you.โ
You don't entirely mean for it, but your next moan is just a little louder in response, unabashed and desperate even as you attempt to muffle the sound of it in the curve of his shoulder. The pitch his voice has taken is one that you only get to hear when he's getting unbearably close to his own peak. The sound of it is so, so sweet to your ears, mingling with the obscenely wet glide of his cock sliding in and out of you.
โ'M gonna come,โ He warns, his hips jerking just a bit rougher, a bit less coordinated as he fucks up into you, โShit. Shit, sweetheart, 'm.. gonna.. come-โ
His arms curl and lock around your waist as he does, dragging you down against him and burying himself so deep that it has you crying out again, fingers digging into his shoulders where your arms have curled under his to hold tight. He comes with a moan and a grunt that both get muffled with the way his face is now hidden in your hair, his cock kicking up inside you as he releases into the condom.
The increased stimulation against your sensitive walls has you going a little teary in the best way, overwhelmed but loving every moment of it, and you roll your hips over him despite the soreness in your thighs just to hear the way he groans in response.
You pull back just enough to lock your fingers in the hair at his nape and tug him into a sweet kiss, it's warm and a little sweaty as your lips slide together but it's also so full of unspoken thanks and emotion and undeclared love.
When you lean back again to collectively catch your breath, his thumb finds your wet eyelashes and swipes at them gently.
โOh- hey, you good?โ He checks with concern, his free hand already at your waist and drawing soft patterns along your skin, โYou okay?โ
You turn your head into the hand on your cheek and press a kiss to the center of his palm, scraping at his scalp beneath sweat-dampened locks, โI'm good,โ You promise, โGonna be sore as fuck tomorrow though, God.โ
A smirk finds its way onto his face, โFucked you so good you're gonna have trouble walkin', huh?โ
โShut up,โ You huff, a laugh slipping out in contradiction to your weak display of annoyance, โBut with the way my thighs feel right now? Yeah.โ
You wince as you push up onto your knees, both from the ache left behind as he slips out and from the soreness in your legs. When you rise up a little higher, your head hits the roof with a painful thump and you can't bite back a curse.
Stiles is quick to bring a hand up to the back of your head with a sympathetic wince, cradling the tender spot on your skull softly, โOh, shit, y'alright?โ
โOw,โ You respond with a pout, your own hand reaching back to cover his over your hair, โStupid Jeep n' stupid metal roof..โ
โHey,โ Stiles frowns, โDon't blame the Jeep, alright? It's not Roscoe's fault you bumped your head.โ
โIs too.โ
It comes out in a huff and Stiles chuckles in amusement at your disgruntled expression as he slips his hands under your thighs to help you dismount from his lap completely. You fall into the seat beside him and drop your calves over his knees, bumping your forehead against his shoulder in a silent gesture of gratitude.
After a few long minutes wrapped up in each other as you collect yourselves, you both gather your haphazardly discarded clothing and redress. Stiles digs out a new air freshener from the glove compartment and adds it to the hoard of them already hanging from the rearview mirror. Another little tree to the collection, this one a pretty shade of purple and smelling of berries, dropping to sit right atop number of similarly shaped scented hangers in a wide array of colors.
And later, when you're forced to part ways, you push up onto your toes as you lean back in through the driver's side window of the Jeep for one final kiss. The breeze is cool against your thighs as it catches beneath your skirt, goosebumps causing you to tighten your fingers around the window frame as you prepare to lean back. Stiles has a hand coming up to the back of your neck to hold you in place at the first sign that you're about to pull away, stretching the kiss out for as long as he can get away with. It's a sickly sweet press of lips. One that will hopefully be enough to hold you over until you get the chance to have him like this again.
A glance over your shoulder as you walk away has your gaze meeting Stiles one last time, elation and melancholy both pulling at the edges of your lips until you're left with a saccarine smile to pair with your tiny wave goodbye. Your fingers come up to brush your lips as you begin to turn away, and when you extend your hand in his direction Stiles nearly throws himself out the open window to catch the invisible kiss that you've sent his way. His unnecessary enthusiasm has you stifling a giggle as you finally turn your back to him and make your way down the street.
You're forced to jog around the block from where Stiles has dropped you a safe distance from your house, hopping into the shower the moment you get home to wash away any and all evidence of the afternoon from your skin.
It's with skin scrubbed clean and a heavy heart that you head to the washing machine and dump your clothes inside to extinguish the lingering smell of Stiles that you know clings to the fabric, of you and Stiles, together.
And when Scott pauses the load mid-wash with the intention of throwing a shirt in, your brother is sure to complain about the way you've pointedly used the scented detergent โ the overpowering artificial smell of lavender much too strong an irritant to his overly-sensitive, supernatural, wolfy nose โ But, you remind yourself, if you want to keep up this thing with Stiles, which you desperately do, then that's just how this has to go, because, well.
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pretty boy โ stiles stilinski x reader
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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, tit play, unprotected p in v sex, virgin!sub!stiles x experienced!dom!reader โ smut
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synopsis: the closest thing he had come to having sex was with his fist, until he confessed to you, that is
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in a dimly lit motel room, the buzzing neon sign outside cast intermittent flashes of light across the peeling wallpaper. the air was thick with tension as stiles stilinski, the epitome of social awkwardness and love-deprivation, sat on one of the twin beds, fumbling with his phone. scott had left to chase after allison, leaving stiles alone with his thoughts and an abundance of uncomfortable silence. just as he contemplated diving into another episode of his favorite tv show to escape the loneliness, there was a soft knock on the door. with a puzzled expression, he pulled it open, revealing youโbold, snarky, and an undeniable knockout. you sauntered in, a sly grin playing on your lips, and in your hand, a six-pack of beer.
โhey there, loser,โ you greeted, taking in the melancholic atmosphere. โlooks like we've got a room all to ourselves tonight. mind if i join the pity party?โ stiles' eyes widened in surprise, a mix of embarrassment and relief washing over him. โuh, sure, come on in,โ he stammered, hastily clearing a space on the other bed for you.
you cracked open a beer, handing one to stiles, and settled in comfortably. โso, what's got you wallowing in self-pity?โ you asked, your tone laced with genuine curiosity. stiles took a sip of his beer and sighed, avoiding eye contact. โi've been doing some thinking,โ he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. โhow is it that i've never gotten laid?โ
you observed him for a moment, your sharp wit temporarily softened by empathy. โstiles, being in a relationship isn't the be-all and end-all of life,โ you said, your voice reassuring. โbesides, you're unique in your own quirky way. maybe you just haven't found the right person yet.โ he looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and insecurity. โyou think so?โ
โabsolutely,โ you affirmed, leaning in a bit closer. โyou're a good guy, stiles. you deserve someone who appreciates your quirks and cares about you for who you are.โ as the night wore on and the beer cans dwindled, a connection grew between you two. stiles, usually tongue-tied and nervous around others, found himself opening up to you like he never had before. your witty banter and genuine interest put him at ease, making him forget his insecurities.
and then, in the quiet of that dingy motel room, stiles found the courage to confess his feelings. โyou know, i've had a crush on you for a while now,โ he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. you raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk gracing your lips. โoh, really? i had no idea,โ you teased.
stiles chuckled nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. โyeah, well, i guess it's hard not to when you're soโamazing.โ you leaned in closer until your faces were just inches apart. โyou know, stiles,โ you whispered, โi've had my eye on you too.โ
in that small, dimly lit motel room, something shifted between you and stiles. two people, seemingly different in every way, found a connection that transcended their differences. as the night deepened, you and stiles shared more than just beer; you shared stories, dreams, and a newfound closeness that neither of you had expected. it was a moment of vulnerability and connection that would change the course of their lives, igniting a spark of something beautiful amidst the chaos of teenagehood. and as the neon sign outside flickered on and off, it seemed to mirror the uncertainty and excitement of the journey that lay ahead for stiles and the you.
โso,โ you began, discarding the empty can of liquid gold as you spoke. you met his gaze, his nervous, shaky gaze with a hint of something unexplainable in your own. whatever it was, it drew him to you. just as much as his nervousness drew you to him. โnever been laid, huh?โ
the question had him taken aback, leaving him with an almost offended expression as he scoffed. โyou almost sound surprised.โ he inquired with a, yet again nervous, chuckle. you shrugged, taking the opportunity to sit next to him on the ragged, uncomfortable sheets. โyou're a pretty boy, sti, you could say i'm surprised, sure.โ he didn't know which part got to him firstโperhaps it was the way your tone shifted from playful to seductive in a matter of seconds, or maybe it was the way your siren-like eyes held his shy gaze with an immense need to ruin him. before everything else, he was absolutely sure it was your words that had gotten to him first. pretty boy. yes, the way his jeans tightened only confirmed his lingering thoughts.
โyou think i'm pretty?โ it almost sounded like a statement, rather than your typical question. you smiled rather gently, fingertips slowly creeping up on him, brushing his hair softly, trailing down his clothed chest, gracefully caressing his bulge through his jeans. โso pretty.โ you affirmed.
stiles didn't know how to kiss, he didn't have as much experience as you did. he lacked the experience and tact you had, but not the passion. not the passion, not with you guiding him every step of the way ever so gently. your hands cupped his cheeks, tracing his jawline as you coaxed him into the kiss, allowing him to take baby steps into relaxing and finally melting into it. once he did, you found your tongue sliding into his mouth, intertwining with his as your teeth tugged at his bottom lip, sucking gently. you heard him gasp, and it was adorable. he was like putty under your touch.
โyou sure you wanna do this?โ the question came out almost as soon as the kiss was broken, leaving him panting with a painful ache in his cock. he nodded, almost too eagerly, puppy eyes desperate to experience this more than ever. you littered kitten licks and kisses down his neck, relishing in the way he shivered at the sensation. you had successfully gotten rid of his shirt, feeling how he only grew more and more eager to get on with it. before you could go any further, you found yourself pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his lap.
he watched in awe from below as you peeled your top off, pulling it off your head, leaving you in a stunning black bra. his eyes admired the curve of your tits, the way the bra squished them together, the recoil incoming with every move you made. โc'mere, baby, don't be shy.โ you cooed, encouraging stiles to do more than just stare. it was just what he needed to hear. though inexperienced, he allowed himself to do what he felt was rightโpeeling your bra off, soft moans of pleasure leaving his mouth as he allowed him to fondle and grope your fatty tits, sucking on them and toying with them in a way that made both of you moan. he had his face buried into the valley of your boobs, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as you pulled at his dark hair. he looked up at you, with an utterly innocent, horny gaze, saliva dripping down his chin as you watched him rut against the mattress, desperate for some kind of soothing friction. it made you all the more ready to ruin him.
โplease, (y/n),โ you had him begging for you to help him out, just a little bit. while you helped him remove his jeans, you couldn't ignore the way his moans got you worked up and wet. โgotta fuck you, please, please, please.โ it was a string of incoherent pleading and whining, he was even more worked up than you were. he had no other way to act, what, with your tongue dragging alongside his clothed dick, teasing and taunting the wet spot on his boxers. you nuzzled your nose against him, tongue tracing his balls as you listened to the way he meweled, beads of sweat dropping down his temple.
that night, the first thing you found out about stiles was that he was sensitive. extremely sensitive. the second thing? he was hung. the sight of his bare dick made your eyes widen, the same way the feeling of the cool air hitting his hot, angry, hard cock made him hiss. unbeknownst to you, he had been carrying a, vaguely-spoken, above-average size this entire time. it wasn't something he chose to brag aboutโwhat would the context be? certainly not how he jacked off to photos of you every night, to polaroids he had taken of you on the beach or the mere thought of you in the position you were currently in. no, surprising you like this was much better.
โbig boy, aren't you, sti?โ the way you cooed, as if talking to a toddler, made his cock throb. he whined in response, breath hitching in his throat as you used your thumb to smear his dripping precum all over his cock, lubricating it with the thin layer of arousal. โyou're gonna make a mess of me.โ he hadn't planned on it until now.
he truly didn't know what to expect fron sex up until now. sure, he's heard stories from friends thay included scott and danny, he's heard the standard it set compared to using a hand to get off. however, feeling it for the first timeโit was absolutely incomparable. it was another realm of euphoria, feeling his throbbing, aching cock slip into your wet, tight heat. you didn't have to prep yourself or anything, his long, hard dick gliding into the tight ring of muscle without a care in the world. he felt you flutter around him, the sensation better and tighter than when he uaually jacked off. his jaw slacked, eyelashes fluttering as a moan got caught in his throat. he knew he wasn't gonna last long.
โtoo fuckโfucking tight, jesus, shitโโ none of his words were easy to make out, each one coming out slower than the last as you allowed yourself to bounce on his dick, hands pressed to his chest as his cock slid in and out of you. your tits were pressed to his face, and you couldn't help but moan lowly, the thin motel walls offering you little to no support. โso big, stiles,โ you gasped out. you were full, fuller than you've ever been or felt up until now. his thick tip was pressing against your cervix, kissing it as he fucked you. โshit, too fucking big, sti.โ
he loved it, loved knowing how good he made you feel. he used it to his advantage, repeating things he had only seen in pornosโrubbing your clit, fondling your tits, and grabbing onto your hips, grinding you down onto his dick as he fucked himself into you. he knew he was close, especially fast for his first time, especially fast for your third time. โiโi can't,โ he forewarned, and he couldn't.
when he came, his mind went absolutely blank. he came hard, with a loud moan that had come off as unexpected for both of you. he came long and hard, harder than ever before, shooting all of his cum into your cunt, your pussy milking his cock completely, sucking every last drop out. his vision was blurry for a few seconds, and his mouth dry, the inability to form sentences overpowering him. if there was one thing you were good at, it was fucking.
and boy, were you a fucking good one.
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hii since u said youโd do something for stilinski can i request a fic where the alpha twins were just introduced and stiles and reader (best friends) like each other (everyone in the pack knows but them) and reader thinks stiles doesnโt like her so they start hanging out with the twins more and stiles gets jealous and itโs like a angry love confession and maybe smut?
++ thank u so much for taking the time to read & write this!! your writing is actually making me happy as sappy as that sounds๐๐
i need to watch teen wolf again โ that shit was gooood, and thank you so much ur actually so sweet ๐ฅน
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jealous stiles; kissing; sorry no actual p in v โ stiles getting jealous over the blooming friendship between you and the twins
"I want one." Lydia said, eyes focused behind you and Allison.
You both turn in your chairs to see the two new twins talking by a bookshelf. "Which one?" Allison asked, turning back. You kept your gaze on the twins, mainly for the fact that they were saidโby your strange friend groupโto be alphas.
Why they chose to go to school you could only guess. Most likely not to actually enjoy classes, but to keep an eye on said strange friend group.
"The straight one." You answered for Lydia. "I'd hope." You turn back in your chair to see Lydia narrowing her eyes.
You smile, just as Stiles slumps in the free chair beside you. Scott taking one beside Lydia. You glance back around at the twins, tilting your head in a slight observation.
Then you feel a poke on your arm. You turn your head to face Stiles, who is eyeing you with furrowed brows. "What are you looking at?"
"Our new classmates." You say, gazing back.
"You know they're alphas, right?" Stiles asks, making you nod. "Like, deadly...scary alphas?" He re-asks narrowing his eyes, as you chuckle.
"I heard they can shift into...like...one big werewolf." You say, in slight awe.
Stiles scoffs. "It's not that impressive."
"It kind of is." You mutter. Then you hear your seat scraping against the floor as Stiles jolts you around to face away from the twins.
"Do you know the distinction between friends and enemies?" Stiles asks, making you scoff. "Scott, did you know that y/n's rather stupid?" He asks Scott, making you elbow his arm.
"Yeah. She thinks the twins are cool." He continues, as you try to shut him up with your hand.
"I'm not the only one." You say defensively, before gesturing to Lydia, who is still eyeing up the straight twin.
"Well that's...Lydia." Stiles grabs your wrist, removing your hand from his mouth.
"Wow, your reasoning is impeccable, Stiles."
Stiles tilts his head at your sarcasm, the edges of his lips curving up a fraction. You get your wrist out of his grip before looking at LydiaโAllison and Scott caught up in conversation. "It's called having taste, Stiles."
Stiles raises his brows. "Taste?" He nearly exclaims. "Did you get hit in the head?"
"Alright...I'm gonna head to science." You say, ignoring stiles, standing, as the others spare you 'goodbyes'.
Stiles calls to your leaving form. "You have zero taste, y/n. Nada!"
You chuckle as you walk out into the hall. Stiles has been your best friend for almost forever. You enjoyed his jokes and even his incessant sarcasm. But you hated the fact that whenever he smiled butterflies would swarm your stomach. Whenever he would look at you a certain way your cheeks would pinken.
You had to brush it all way, knowing he wouldn't feel the same. And ruining such a long friendship would be horrible. Your mind is caught as you nearly collide with someone.
"Shitโ sorry." You say looking up, holding a tighter grip on your notes.
One of the alpha twins stares back at you, a small smirk edging his lips. You quickly take in his appearance and the way he holds himself. "And I'd take it your the...straight one?"
He chuckles before beginning to nod. "Aiden." He introduces.
You nod. "Nice to meet you."
He raises his brows awaiting your own introduction. You go to speak, opening your mouth, but pause, seeming to remember exactly who Aiden is. "Will I be in danger if you know my name?" You whisper ask.
Aiden leans down to whisper back. "You might be safe."
"I might?" You ask, raising your brows.
Aiden smirks. "A pretty face usually makes it far."
Your mouth partly opens in slight shock. "Ha. So, you are a flirt." You straighten up. "Lydia's gonna love you."
"Mm, and what about you?" He asks, brushing a strand of hair away from your shoulder.
You chuckle. "AgainโLydia's gonna love you." You then step around him, walking into your class.
Stiles had seen one of the alpha twins follow you out. And of course, with a narrowed gazeโhe followed him. He stopped upon seeing the twin speaking to you. Stiles' grip on the doorway was tight as he watched. A scowl formed as he saw the twin brush your hair over your shoulder, you chuckling about something.
What the hell were you talking about?โStiles wondered, wishing he had scott's hearing. His stomach had tightened the moment he saw you with him. Hating seeing you smile at the enemy. But it wasn't just for the sake that it was the twin you were talking to. Stiles would feel like it no matter what dude it was. He wanted you to smile at him like that. Not someone else.
When you passed the twin for your class Stiles saw the way he eyed your form before leaving for his own class. Stiles scoffed to himself, glaring holes into the back of the alpha's head. No way was that beast getting you.
A few days had passed and through the halls you had caught yourself talking to the twins. It started off brief, just passing nods and a few hello's. But then you started picking up conversations where you'd left off the next time you'd pass eachother.
Stiles saw as you would wave at them or smile, them cracking a joke or a compliment. On the occasion that he would walk with you, Stiles' expression couldn't be more gloomy. You'd bump his shoulder making a comment on the "glare" he'd mastered, but Stiles' couldn't laugh, only hearing Aiden's compliments on your outfit or hair.
At first he didn't want to acknowledge that he was jealous. Because then he'd have to remember his large crush on you. He had had to push it away, knowing you wouldn't feel the same. You were freinds, and Stiles hid behind that concept, forcing himself to reason his glares to him just being a good friend, not wanting you to date someone like Aiden.
But once the days drew out, you and the twins seeming to grow closer, Stiles finally accepted his jealousy. You were his friend not there's. So, when he saw you smile and blush at a compliment Aiden gave you, he couldn't help himself but grab your wrist and pull you somewhere secluded.
You swiftly turned to face Stiles as you stared at him in confusion. You both are in the boys locker room, it being emptyโthe laccrosse team not practicing today. "What the hell-"
"What the hell is that?" Stiles cuts you off angrily. You stare at him, brows furrowing.
"What?"
"That." Stiles gestured to the now closed door. "Them. The twins."
"Aiden and Ethan?" You ask.
Stiles scoffs at the first name basis. "Yeah, Aiden and Ethan."
"What about them?" You slowly ask, never really having seen Stiles so mad.
Stiles clenches his jaw, all the past days annoyance bubbling up. "What about them? Really, y/n?"
Your still displaying confusion, as Stiles steps closer. "Why the fuck are you talking to them?"
"You're mad at me becasue I've said hi?"
"Oh, you've said more than hi." Stiles scoffs. "You keep talking with them in the halls as if your the closest of friends."
"Look Stiles, I know you don't like them. And I know they aren't particually saints. But if you spoke to them you'd realise how not in control they are. Deucalionโ"
"I don't care for their sobstory, y/n. And you shouldn't either. You barely know them." Stiles has progressively gotten closer, before he's backing away, running his hands through his hair in annoyance. "God." He mutters.
"Stiles." You say, making him meet your gaze. "What is this?" Your tone has stayed calm, not wanting to start an arguement with Stiles of all people. "Are you okay?"
"No, y/n. I'm not." He finally says, fully stepping closer. You slightly stumble back at how swift his movement was. "Why do you want to talk to them?"
"Stiles, they...they're nice. They make me feel good, strangely enough."
"They make you feel good?" Stiles asks, eyeing you.
"They make me laugh. They are quite funny." You mutter, seeing how close Stiles is getting.
"Oh." Stiles chuckles, though the humour is lost. "Aren't they just amazing. Making you laugh and smile. You even blush around Aiden."
Your cheeks begin to redden on embarrassment as you cough. "No, I don't."
"Yeah, you do. And it's really annoying." Stiles says. "You know what else is annoying?" You meet his gaze, pressing your lips together. "The fact that you're blushing for him right now."
You scoff. "I'm not."
You can feel Stiles' breath hit your face. "I really hope that's true."
"Stiles, why are you so angry about this?"
And he cracks. "Because I don't want you to like some rabid wolf, I want you to like me!"
Stiles freezes, processing what he just revealed. Fuck. You stare at him, mouth beginning to open.
"What..." You drift off, your heart beating rapidly in your chest.
"I-" Stiles begins, stepping back, shocked and incredibly nervous at his own words. "I didn't-"
"You...like me?" You slowly ask.
Stiles goes to shake his head for fear of your rejection, but then he thinks of Aiden, and switches to a small nod.
Now your shocked, confirmation that his first confession wasn't a slip up. Silence has engulfed the locker room and Stiles can't bear it. "Say something...please."
"I didn't know...you liked me like that." You mutter, your life long crush's words having taken a toll on you.
He couldn't let you date Aiden and now you knew why. But your moments of silence were crushing his heart. He began to step farther away, thinking he just ruined your friendship, when you quickly grabbed his cheeks, and kissed him.
Stiles eyes widened, before they became hooded, the feel of your soft lips making his stomach do somersaults. But then your pulling away far too soon, eyes wide, your own shock at what you just did easily visible.
But Stiles doesn't waste another moment, smashing his lips back to yours. You slightly stumbled back at the force as Stiles began to lick and eat at your lips. He groaned into your mouth when he was able to finally push himself against you, your back hitting a locker.
"Oh, god." Stiles muttered against your lips. "This means you like me back...right?" He asks as he began to kiss your cheek and jaw, leading all the way to your neck, as his hand slipt around your waist.
"No, Stiles." You sarcastically say, making him chuckle against your skin. You grab his face, bringing him back to your face. "Kissing you doesn't mean I like you." You kiss him, your tongues eagerly meeting.
"I'm glad you've picked up my sacrasm." He says, continusously kissing you. "Otherwise that would hurt."
You smile into the kiss, your head buzzing with this reality. You had begun to unbutton his jeans, making his breath hitch, but he quickly grabs your hand, making you meet his gaze in question. "I didn't like hearing that the twins make you feel good." Stiles says, putting your hands over his shoulders, as he lead one of his hands back down.
He unbuttoned your jeans, slipping his hand inside making you grip his shirt. "I want to make you feel good." Stiles kisses you, as he reaches your panties, pushing them aside as he finds your wetness. You jolt when his fingers find your clit. "Much better than them." He whispered as he began to rub your pussy, circling around.
"Christ." You whispered into his neck, before your head hit back against the locker.
Stiles trailed one finger to your hole, pushing inside, making you whimper. "At first I was hurt, because you were my friend not theirs." Stiles said as he pushed another finger inside you making your hips stutter. "But now that doesn't matter, because you can be their freind all you like." Stiles littered kisses along you collerbone and neck. "As long as I can kiss and touch you like this." He grinned against your skin as you moaned, his pace quickening.
"Oh, godโ please." You breathe, finding your hand in his hair. You kiss him, letting your lips bruise as he laps at your tongue. Stiles then kisses your cheeks. "You look so cute when you blush."
Your cheeks had heated due to the actions given by Stiles. "I thought you got annoyed when I b-blushed."
Stiles chuckles, curling his fingers inside you. You pant, sweat forming across your forehead. "That's only because you were blushing for Aiden. But now your blushing for me." Stiles smiles. โAll for me."
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Motel Fever
๐๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ๐ผ๐บ: ๐ง๐ฒ๐ฒ๐ป ๐ช๐ผ๐น๐ณ
๐ฃ๐ฎ๐ถ๐ฟ๐ถ๐ป๐ด: ๐ฆ๐๐ถ๐น๐ฒ๐ ๐ฆ๐๐ถ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐๐ธ๐ถ ๐
๐๐ฒ๐บ!๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ฑ๐ฒ๐ฟ
๐ช๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฑ๐: ๐ฏ.๐ญ๐ธ
๐ช๐ฎ๐ฟ๐ป๐ถ๐ป๐ด๐: ๐ก๐ฆ๐๐ช! ๐ผ๐ฟ๐ฎ๐น (๐ณ๐ฒ๐บ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ฒ๐ถ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ด), ๐ฝ๐ป๐, ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฐ๐๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ฒ๐
, ๐ฒ๐ป๐ฒ๐บ๐ถ๐ฒ๐ ๐๐ผ ๐น๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ฟ๐
๐ข๐ป ๐ฅ๐ฒ๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐: ๐ฆ๐ป๐ฎ๐ฝ ๐ข๐๐ ๐ข๐ณ ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ฟ๐ฐ๐๐ถ๐ฐ ๐ ๐ผ๐ป๐ธ๐ฒ๐๐
โป โ II โท โบ
๐/๐ก: ๐ ๐ท๐๐๐ ๐๐ฎ๐ ๐๐๐น๐ฎ๐ปโ๐ ๐ฎ๐๐ ๐ณ๐ผ๐ฟ ๐๐ต๐ฒ ๐ณ๐ถ๐ฟ๐๐ ๐๐ถ๐บ๐ฒ ๐๐ผ๐ฑ๐ฎ๐ ๐ป๐ผ ๐ผ๐ป๐ฒ ๐๐ฝ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ธ ๐๐ผ ๐บ๐ฒ. ๐๐ณ ๐๐ผ๐ ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ๐ฑ ๐๐ต๐ถ๐, ๐น๐ถ๐ธ๐ฒ ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฑ ๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฏ๐น๐ผ๐ด! ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐ผ๐๐ ๐๐ผ๐บ๐ฒ ๐ผ๐ณ ๐บ๐ ๐ผ๐๐ต๐ฒ๐ฟ ๐๐ผ๐ฟ๐ธ (๐ฌ๐ฒ๐ฎ๐ต ๐๐ผ๐๐ฒ๐ ๐ฐ๐น๐ถ๐ฐ๐ธ ๐๐ต๐ผ๐๐ฒ ๐น๐ถ๐ป๐ธ๐!) ๐ ๐ ๐๐ถ๐ป๐ธ๐ง๐ฟ๐ฒ๐ฒ. ๐ก๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ด๐ฎ๐๐ถ๐ผ๐ป. ๐๐๐ ๐๐ฎ!!
๐ป๐ผ๐ ๐บ๐ ๐ด๐ถ๐ณ!
โYouโve got to be kidding me.โ I groan from beside Allison, taking a look at the disaster coach calls a motel.
โIโve seen worse.โ Scott says, and I scoff. โWhere have you see worse?โ Stiles replies, rolling his eyes. I pull my jacket closer to my body, trying to shield myself from the wind the storm brings.
The track team circles up as Coach speaks up. โListen up! The meetโs been pushed til tomorrow.โ Thereโs a groan that comes from just about all of us in unison at that. โThis is the closest motel with the most vacancies and the least amount of good judgment when it comes to accepting a bunch ofโฆdegenerates like yourselves. Youโll be pairing up, choose wisely.โ
Me and Allison walk up and grab a key from Coach, checking out the number and practically stomping to our room. Scott and Stiles close behind us.
โAnd Iโll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants, got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!โ Coach shouts as everyone makes their way to their rooms for the night.
โI canโt believe this. How much you wanna bet we wake up to a cancelled track meet tomorrow.โ I complain, approaching our motel room, which is oh so conveniently right next to Scott and Stilesโ ๐๐ฉ ๐จ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ต.
I stop at the door, waiting for Allison to unlock it, but sheโs taking her sweet time chatting it up with Scott. Stiles whips past me, brushing my shoulder.
โHey Stiles, will you and Scott do me a favor and keep the moans down tonight. I would rather not listen to you two get in on while I get my beauty sleep.โ I taunt him, leaning against the door, burning time while I wait for Allison.
Stiles halts his actions of unlocking his door to turn to me, โDidnโt you hear the coach, Y/N? โ๐๐ฐ ๐ด๐ฆ๐น๐ถ๐ข๐ญ ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ๐ด๐ช๐ฐ๐ฏ๐ด.โ Or is that word too big for you? Need me to dumb it down?โ He jabs and I scoff in his face.
โOh I heard him all right. I just wonder if you did.โ I counter, watching as he scoffs, tongue poking out to glide over his teeth.
โWeโll be quiet, Y/N/N. Besides, I donโt want to interrupt your beauty sleep; God knows you need it.โ He says, and before I can come up with a comeback, Allison is coming up behind me and unlocking our door.
Scott passes us both and bypasses Stiles into their room, โSleep tight, Y/N.โ Stiles sneers before disappearing behind Scott.
I join Allison in our room, shutting and locking the door behind me. โI hope you donโt kick in your sleep, or someoneโs gonna sleep on the floor tonight and it wonโt be me.โ I say, looking at the single bed in the middle of the dreary room.
โAbout thatโฆโ Allison says, her face already completely giving away what sheโs about to tell me.
โAllison,โ I warn her, and she trots in front of me with pleading eyes. โWould you do me a huge, huge favor and switch with Scott tonight?โ She begs, and Iโm completely and utterly in shock.
โYou cannot be serious. You want me, to share a room, a ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฅ, with ๐๐ต๐ช๐ญ๐ฆ๐ด?!โ I try to wrap my head around the idea of having to survive a night with Stiles Stilinski. Yeah right, ๐ฐ๐ท๐ฆ๐ณ ๐ฎ๐บ ๐ฅ๐ฆ๐ข๐ฅ ๐ฃ๐ฐ๐ฅ๐บ.
โYeah, no, no way in hell!โ I shout, hands flailing in the air. โHave you even met me?!โ I ask, baffled that sheโd even think that Iโd ever agree to such a thing. โI mean? have you even met Stiles?! I canโt stand him for more than a few seconds, let alone hours!โ I exclaim.
โThen donโt stand him, sit on him instead.โ Allison says, the tone in her voice suggestive. I scoff, โYeah right, me and Stiles? Never in a million years.โ I say, the idea completely out of the question.
โOh come on, Y/N! You could cut the sexual tension between you two with a knife! You guys just need to fuck and make up.โ Allison tries to convince me, and Iโm trying to deny the pit in my stomach that tells me she might be right.
โAllison youโre crazy. Thereโs no tension between Stiles and I.โ I answer, rolling my eyes. โOh please, Y/N! Please, please, pleaseeeee!โ She begs, not backing down.
I groan out, โAlright! Alright! But you owe me big time for this.โ I finally give in, and Allison pounces onto me to give me a tight hug.
โY/N you wonโt regret this, Iโm texting Scott now.โ She says giddily, and I change into my pajamas while we wait for Scott.
After a few minutes, thereโs a knock at our door, and I open it to reveal a just-as-giddy Scott McCall. โY/N,โ He greets me with a tight lipped smile. โScott.โ I answer, brushing passed him and out the door.
Itโs dark, rainy, and cold outside. I stand in front of Stilesโ motel room, shivering in my pajama shorts and matching t-shirt. I knock. No answer. I knock again. Still nothing.
โStiles I know this isnโt the most pleasant arrangement but itโs freezing outside, please let me in.โ I plead, my teeth chattering. Still nothing. Nothing but the howling of the wind and the drops of rain.
I sigh, sliding my back down against the door, sitting down on the cold cement. I pull my knees to my chest, wrapping my arms around myself as I shiver.
Then suddenly, the door is pulled open without warning and I look up to see a half naked Stiles. โWhatโre you doing?โ He asks, looking down at me as I scurry up and onto my feet. โWaiting for you to let me in, dumbass. Itโs cold out here.โ I chatter, pushing past his naked upper half and into the room.
The room is ice cold, not any better than outside in the elements. Stiles rolls his eyes coming back into the room and locking the door behind him.
I turn to him to ask why the heater isnโt on when he beats me to it. โYeah, well, the heater is broken to shit so itโs not much better in here.โ He answers my unspoken question. I shake my head, sitting on the bed, head in my hands. โThis cannot be happening right now.โ I complain, more to myself than Stiles.
โYou wanna complain some more, Y/N? Since youโre so good at it.โ He jabs, padding to his bag, digging through it. I scoff in response, and itโs then that I look up and take real notice of him frame. ๐๐ข๐ด ๐ฉ๐ฆ ๐ณ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ๐ญ๐บ ๐ฃ๐ฆ๐ฆ๐ฏ ๐ช๐ฏ ๐ซ๐ถ๐ด๐ต ๐ข ๐ต๐ฐ๐ธ๐ฆ๐ญ ๐ต๐ฉ๐ช๐ด ๐ธ๐ฉ๐ฐ๐ญ๐ฆ ๐ต๐ช๐ฎ๐ฆ?
โTake a picture, itโll last longer.โ He says, pulling me out of my daze. โWhatever, get some other desperate girl to be your paparazzi.โ I reply, digging into my bag for my phone charger, but itโs nowhere to be found.
Stiles goes into the dinky bathroom to change, coming out to me huffing and puffing. โWhat is it now?โ He asks irritated, emerging from the bathroom in plaid pajama pants and a navy blue t-shirt. โI think I left my fucking charger at home.โ I groan, checking my phone percentage. 12%
He chuckles, getting snuggled into the single bed and plugging his phone in, rubbing it right in my face. He turns his phone to the side, putting on some tv show. I grab my bag off the bed and drop it to the floor, โMake some room will you?โ I push his feet from above the covers, and he scoots a millimeter to the side.
I curse under my breath, jumping into the bed and shoving him over some as he watched his phone. โJeez, Y/N/N. If you wanted to get in bed with me that bad you shouldโve just said so.โ Stiles quips, and I pull at the cold blanket to cover myself.
โOh please, get over yourself. Youโre the last person Iโd ever want to be in bed with.โ I roll my eyes, getting out my phone to distract myself from him until it inevitably dies.
Weโre laying shoulder the shoulder. Heโs holding up his phone as he watches Supernatural, and before long my phone is dead.
I set my phone on the nightstand to my right, then turning over to lay on my left side and watch his show. My face is millimeters away from his broad shoulder, and he turns his head to me, peering down.
โWhat do you think youโre doing?โ He asks, attention split between me and the phone. โMy phone died, and I like Supernatural.โ I say, my eyes flick from the screen to him.
โYou like this? Scott hates it.โ He says, turning his face back to his phone. Is he starting a normal conversation with me? What universe is this?
โOf course Scott hates it, he hates all things ๐ด๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฆ๐ณ๐ฏ๐ข๐ต๐ถ๐ณ๐ข๐ญ.โ I say, wiggling magic fingers in his face. He chuckles, โYeah, guess itโs too close to home for him. I like it though, I like to think weโre like them.โ He says, comparing him and Scott to Sam and Dean.
โSo which one are you? Sam or Dean?โ I ask, giggling. โWhich one do you think I am?โ Stiles ponders, his attention fully turned toward me by now. โDefinitely Sam,โ I answer confidently, โheโs my favorite.โ I add, my eyes suddenly avoiding his own.
Thereโs an awkward silence for a moment before Stiles breaks it. โAwe, so you like me more than Scott?โ He pokes fun at me, and I roll my eyes. โIn your dreams, Stilinski. I wouldnโt be caught dead with you unless the situation was dire.โ I counter, rolling over to my back, his phone long forgotten.
He turns it off, setting it on the nightstand on his side. โSee thatโs where youโre wrong.โ He says, and the tone in the chilly room shifts. He sits up to almost hover over me. His face the closest itโs ever been to mine, and I canโt help but flicker my eyes from his to his lips and back again.
โI think you wanted this. I think you want me.โ He says, voice huskier and hushed. โStilesโฆโ I canโt think of a witty response, I canโt think about anything besides his lips, and how impossibly close they are to my own.
โSay it. Tell me, Y/N.โ He demands, a veiny hand dipping under the covers to slink down my thigh. My mind is running a hundred miles a minute, short circuiting.
โAwe, fuck it.โ I whisper, more to myself than him, closing the gap between us. Our lips connect in a searing kiss, and my hands shoot up to his neck, pulling him down to me.
He growls into my mouth, moving to now completely hover on top of me, my legs instinctively opening to make room for him. His arms prop himself up over me, and my hands explore his body, moving to slide up and under his shirt. I slowly push up his shirt til his sits up, pulling it off in one swoop.
Heโs so fucking hot. My hands dance along his slightly defined abs, speckled like his face. โLike what you see?โ He taunts, leaning back down over me to assault my neck with his lips. โOh, bite me.โ I snip, and he nips at my throat in response.
Stiles trails his nimble fingers up my shirt, but I stop him, pushing his chest until heโs off of me. I push him over to his back, straddling his waist to be on top. I settle myself into his lap, his hands gripping my hips tightly. I pull my shirt up and off my body, revealing myself to him. The cold nips at my now half naked frame, nipples perking up and gossebumps cover my body.
I shiver a little, โItโs so cold in here, Stiles.โ I whisper, and he snakes a hand up my waist and all the way up to my neck, pulling my face down to his. โDonโt worry, baby,โ He whispers seductively, โIโll warm you up.โ
Our lips meet once again, tongues fighting for dominance. I grind down into his lap, his boner prominently poking me beneath his pants. He moans deliciously into my mouth as I do so, hands slipping into my shorts, groping my ass.
I moan as he rocks me in his lap, โGod, why did we wait so long for this?โ I whispers, looking up at me with those auburn eyes. โBecause we hate each other.โ I answer breathlessly.
โI could never hate you, baby.โ
Then heโs forcefully pushing me back over, hands dipping into the waist band or my sleep shorts, pulling them and my panties down in one go. He places a palm on each of my knees, spreading my legs apart. Iโm now fully bare and at his mercy.
I moan in anticipation as he methodically kisses up my thigh, getting close and closer to my dripping heat. He then brings a finger to swipe through my folds, my slick covering his digit as it glistens. โAll this and Iโve barely even touched you.โ He taunts me.
โStiles please,โ I beg, but heโs not ready to give in just yet. โPlease what? Use your words.โ He says huskily. โPlease Stiles, please touch me.โ I plead.
Stiles licks a stripe through my folds, sending shivers sound my spine. His mouth attacks my heat, his tongue working wonders. Stiles is like a starved man, feeding on anything and everything he can get his hands on. Feasting upon me. He sends me over the edge almost immediately. My hands shoot down to his head, gripping his hair til my knuckles turn white.
Stiles detaches his lips from my clit, sitting up to his knees and standing up off the bed. He drops his pajama pants to the ground, before zipping over to his bag to retrieve a condom from it. He rushes back over to the bed, pulling his boxers off in an instant, kneeling onto the bed in front of you as he rolls the condom into his think length.
My fists grip the bed covers, watching as he lines his swollen tip with my entrance, teasing me with it. โStiles,โ I moan, and he slides himself in completely.
He hisses as he does so, burying himself to the hilt. โFuck, Stiles.โ I moan out breathlessly. Stiles thrusts are hard, his rhythm unbearable. โYeah, you like that?โ He whispers, leaning down to me ear. His voice deep and husky, full of lust. His lips dip down to nip at my throat. โYes, Stiles.โ I moan, and I feel him smile against my kiss peppered skin.
โAwe, fuck.โ Stiles drawls out into my ear, sitting up to his knees, still fucking me, his rhythm perfect. โSay my name.โ He orders me, his hands gripping my hips as he pistons into me. I can barely take it.
Of course I do as he says. I moan his name, eyes rolling back, my mouth hung wide open as moans spill out of me. He slides a hand to my cunt, his thumb moving to circle my clit. He watches with hooded eyes where we meet as he fucks me senseless.
โSay it again.โ
โStiles.โ
โAgain.โ
โ๐๐ฉ Stiles.โ
โYeah, you getting close? Do I fuck you that good? Say it.โ He seethes, his dirty words rattling in my head. Iโm breathless, the cold room now unbearably hot. โYou fuck me so good, Sti.โ I moan, the ball in the pit of my stomach tightening with every touch of his. His hand gripping my hip. His cock hitting that sweet spot inside me with every thrust. His thumb pressing to my clit.
โYeah? You like that, baby.โ I canโt take it anymore. โStiles,โ I moan, my limbs restless, I canโt stay still. โTell me.โ He says, leaning down over me to envelope my lips in a wet, searing kiss. I moan as he parts, โIโm gonna cum, Stiles.โ
โThen do it.โ
I obey his every word, my release washing over like a wave. My back arches into him, and Stiles buckles down, chasing his nearing high. Iโm just about to tell him I canโt take it anymore when he cums, spilling into the condom. His brows furrowing and his mouth agape. He lets out the most beautiful sounds Iโve ever heard, I never want it to stop.
He pumps a few more times, riding out his high. โOh, fuck.โ He whispers, slowly pulling out of me. I moan as he does, partly in pleasure and partly in pain. Iโm sore now, I canโt even imagine how sore Iโll be tomorrow.
Stiles gets up from the bed, he quickly discards the condoms and pulls his boxers on. He pads to the bathroom, and I lay there for a minute not sure of what to do. I close my legs and watch as he comes back with a damp rag.
He comes back to me, kneeling on the bed in front of my closed legs. โOpen.โ He says, placing a hand on my knee to pry them open once more. He cleans me up, and Iโm completely and utterly in shock. Did he really just do that? What have I been missing out on?
When heโs does, I sit up so our faces meet, and I peck his kiss swollen lips. โThank you.โ I whisper, and he hums in response, kissing me once more.
As he goes to the bathroom to put the rag away, I gather my scattered clothes from the floor, and Iโm slipping them on as he comes back, hopping back into the bed.
Itโs at this point that Iโm not really sure what to expect now. Are we never gonna talk about this again? Are we just gonna hate each other and fuck on the side? Iโm nervous to get back in bed with him.
โCome here.โ Stiles mumbles, laying his arm out for me. I crawl into bed, snuggling into him. โDo we still hate each other?โ I whisper. He says nothing, reaching om his other arm over to his nightstand.
โHere.โ He says, handing me his phone charger.
!๐ฝ๐๐๐๐!
โJesus Stiles, turn it off.โ I grumble, his alarm blaring in my ears. Stiles is dead asleep, how heโs able to sleep through his excruciating alarm? No idea.
I reach over him to grab his phone, hitting the snooze button. But before I put it down I see a text from none other than Scott, at 12:31 AM.
๐๐๐ค๐ฉ๐ฉ ๐๐๐พ๐๐ก๐ก: ๐๐ค๐ช ๐ค๐ฌ๐ ๐ข๐ ๐๐๐ซ๐ ๐๐ช๐๐ ๐จ
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"stiles," you purr, sighing with lust as your boyfriend's hands pull your hips harder towards his own, arching your back as his hand rises to gently push you down against the mattress. he hums, leaning down to kiss your lips hard, thrusting into you as your back rubs the sheets under you.
stiles leans back and his mouth opens to murmur something to you, but a ringing noise makes you jolt. both of you turn to look at your phone, which has lit up with the call from someone. stiles sighs and you groan, arm reaching out to grope around for the phone as your other hand threads into stiles' hair, tugging him as he slowly eases on his thrusts.
"oh, god," you say, half moaning as stiles' strokes slow, changing angles as he looks down at you with mischievous eyes. "it's scott." you add, tossing your phone to the edge of the bed.
stiles hums, pulling out of you and grabbing the phone. you whine, looking at him, "no, please keep going, i can call him back later." you beg, desperate to feel him again. stiles raises his brows, "you know he'll just keep calling."
you lean back, sighing because you know stiles is right. "fuck you stilinski. fine." and then you snatch the phone, pressing the answer button. "hey, wh-what's up?" you ask, breathing slightly heavily.
"hey, i was wondering what your plans are later. we need to get some supplies for that party lydiaโs having." scott says with a hint of boredom, and you swallow. god, couldn't he have called any other time? at least this will be quick.
you jolt but keep quiet as you feel stiles' fingers gently run through your slick folds, thumb teasing your clit. you let out a short whine and gulp, "oh, uh, yeah i can-can hang out later, just not now-" you swallow. your face feels on fire, excited by the idea of possibly being caught.
"you okay, y/n?" scott asks genuinely, concern lacing his voice. you bite your lip so hard you think it may draw blood as you gasp, "yeah, just...not feeling good." you say, sharply inhaling as stiles quietly chuckles. you send him a glare.
"stiles and i are c-cleaning his room and there's... it's hard work." you mutter breathlessly as you go up on one elbow, eyeing stiles as he smirks, his hand trailing down to stroke his cock. you barely resist a moan as you watch him, biting your lip as you wish you could have him in your mouth.
"okay..." scott says absently, immediately dismissing your excuse as he launches into a conversation with you asking about what you're bringing to lydia's party. you're biting your lip as you fall back onto the mattress, heart racing as you think back to twenty seconds ago when stiles' cock was inside you. "-and, you know, i think stiles' bringing snacks and some games, but maybe if you still have your key you could sneak into the store and get us some-"
you accidentally cut off scott with a gasp followed by a moan as stiles suddenly pushes into you.
your eyes are wide as you stare at stiles, watching as he winks at you, finger going to his lips in a shush motion. you hate how immediate your shivers of lust flow through you, as stiles starts to slowly thrust into you again. you roll your eyes but your face heats up as scott's voice breaks the silence over the phone, "y/n, wh... -are you sure you're alright?"
you pull your hand off your mouth, "yes! yes, i just-" you cough to cover up a moan as stiles starts to thrust harder, "i stubbed my fucking toe." you mutter quietly, glaring up at stiles. he smirks darkly at your words, looking down at you as his large hand creeps up your body, splaying across your breasts and then to your neck, ghosting a squeeze before slipping a finger into your open, panting mouth.
his other hand finds purchase on the skin of your thighs and he winks at you, moving his hips and hitting the perfect spot inside you. the pleasure you feel has your eyes falling back, toes curling.
"oh. well make sure if it's bad that you ice it, don't want you missing any sport...," and then scott launches into a quick story and you hum along to make it seem like you're listening even though all you can think about is stiles and how his hand is tweaking your nipples, splaying across your sternum, as you suck on his fingers.
then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and presses them to your clit, rubbing in a pattern that has you seeing stars.
"-wait, you said you're with stiles?" scott asks and you cough, throat rough after having stiles' hand on it, "yes, he's- heโs right here." you say breathlessly.
"can you let me ask him something?"
your eyes widen and you gasp a bit, making eye contact with stiles. "s-sure, here he is."
stiles' smirks as he grabs the phone from you, making you nervous, but you bite your lip as he mutters, "hey, scott."
it's quiet for a bit as scott's voice drawls along on the other line and suddenly stiles is pushing your legs up towards your shoulders and speeding up his thrusts, the deep angle almost making you scream in pleasure. his hand falls over your mouth, keeping you quiet as he leans over you, pumping into you and making tears of pleasure form in the corner of your eyes.
stiles mutters, โmhm? yeah, yeah.โ to scott, but the sultry way heโs staring at you and the way your nails are raking down his back make you wonder if the words are also for you.
"yeah, she's helping me out, she's always so good like that." stiles says, voice shockingly even for the way that he's fucking you into your mattress. and yeah, that definitely is for you.
the desperation and pleasure creep up on you alarmingly quick and you can't help the whimpers that quietly escape you - you thank god for the loud fan in your room to cover your noises.
stiles hums to scott a few more times, then he slaps your thigh gently as you try to close your legs from the pleasure, knowing when you cum you won't be able to keep quiet. it makes you feel even closer, though. "yeah, scott, i can do that. now listen, i got something important to finish off here so i'm going to give you back to my girl."
you bite your lip, feeling warm as you squirm under his touch, hands shakily taking the phone back from him, then stiles is kneeling above you, fucking you down into the mattress and filling you up fully. "scott," you gasp, "i also have to go, i'll - i'll call you later?" you say, trying your hardest to hold off your orgasm as stiles leans down to kiss along your chest, leaving a purple mark to bloom in the same spot as he thrusts hard into you.
"sure, see you later" scott says as he hangs up.
and then the second your finger presses the off button you're a begging mess, eyes screwing shut as you reach up to grip stiles' neck. his hands push your knees up towards your head, hitting a spot that has you clenching around him, legs shaking as your chest stutters.
"stilinski, god, i'm going to kill you for that." you hiss, causing him to grin, "i fucking hate you, i hate you." you mutter, smacking his cheek lightly. the grin after you leave the smack makes you even closer to the edge, and his hands grip your tits as he leans towards your ear.
his strokes are hitting you deep and hotly as he chuckles, "you liked it. i saw it in your face. pathetic desperation. i can feel it." he whispers against your clammy skin, his fingers brushing against your slick heat as he mutters. your cheeks are hot in embarrassment, and you whimper in need.
you bite your lip hard, resisting a moan as a sharp cry falls from your lips, shaking as you beg, "stiles, just - please, let me cum. please."
"you're so pretty when you beg, look at you. talkin' on the phone to my best friend while i fuck you." he mutters, hand caressing your burning cheek as you whimper. "all mine, so eager and willing to do whatever i want."
you nod, "yes, i'm yours, just - please, please." you whimper. "please say i can cum."
he smiles as he kisses your nose, "would you do whatever i want?โ
you stutter an exhale, โyes! fuck, stiles, yes, yes i would. iโm yours.โ
he smiles, โcum, then." you do after the next three thrusts, shaking and gasping and calling stiles' name. the euphoria rushes through your body and makes your eyes roll back, chest rising and falling as stiles rides you through your high.
only a minute later, stiles pulls out of you, hand moving to pump himself. "my perfect girl." he mutters as you sit up slightly on shaky elbows, tongue out and mouth open as you pant, stiles' hand moving in quick movements as he chases his own high. then he's grabbing your neck and pulling you toward him, moans leaving his lips as he cums in spurts onto your open tongue and down your chin, a bit dripping onto your chest. his thumb caresses you, opening your mouth wider and smearing his cum on your lips, wiping it from your tits and slapping them lightly, pinching your nipples and making you grin up at him.
and his chest is heaving as he smiles down at you, shaking his head as you swallow his cum, "christ, you're perfect." you tug his arms so that he falls down onto you and you're both chuckling as you become a tangled mess of limbs and beating hearts and blushy cheeks, sticky bodies cuddling close.
"he's going to find out." you say after a few seconds. stiles hums, "what makes you say that, baby? it's not like you were all 'stiles, fuck me harder, please, yes!' while you were on the phone. that was only after." he teases, and you smack his chest lightly, "shut the fuck up, stiles. i hate you." you say through a laugh. he's laughing too as he pulls you even closer, kissing your hairline, "i love you so much, y/n." he says, smiling giddily.
you pull his chin to you, kissing him sweetly. "i love you too, stilinski. but scott's coming over later, he's going to see that we didn't clean the room."
stiles laughs, shrugging as he runs a hand through his ruffled hair, "let him guess. it's funnier that way." and then he's kissing you, rolling on top of you and tickling your sides as you scream and squeal.
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brother's best friend.
PAIRING : stiles stilinski x mccall!reader.
CONTENT : fluff เน angst เน smut
it started out as a childhood crush, as most longterm infatuations do. you couldn't have been older than four when you met stiles, your stiles. he was missing his front tooth and he spoke with a lisp.
he was wildly loud and animated and you know when you're a kid and you think a boy is so cute that you're sure there's hearts in your eyes. he spoke of playing dragons and knights with scott, โoh! and you can be the princess.โ
it was a memory that you kept crawling back to, a time much simpler than now. you could have let out a cold laugh, now you were in constant fear of your life, scottโs life, stilesโ life. it wasn't anything you couldn't handle but you wished for the times when all you had to worry about was your silly schoolgirl crush on stiles.
today was surprisingly quiet, just defeating peter and dealing with the deadpool, you were tired. all of you were, but you kept an eye open just on the off chance that something would try to kill one of your friends.
you stared at your reflection in the mirror, and dotted some concealer under your eyes, anything to make it look like you got some sleep last night. you didn't have scottโs powers to fall back on, nor lydiaโs intelligence and intuition. everyday you wondered if you'd be another human lost in the fight against the preternatural.
you tried to wipe the thoughts from your head before walking down the main hall of the high school, stiles stood leaning against his locker while your brother talked about god knows what.
you walked up to the two of them and tried to act normal. like stiles isn't a whole foot away from you, like his cologne isn't enough to make your knees quiver, like every little wink, smile and joke doesn't make you wanna beg him to love you.
you'd been dealing with this crush for as long as you have memories, it should be easier by now. it seemed like lately though, it was getting harder. almost like he was purposefully invading all your thoughts.
โhelllloooo?โ you came back to the present because of stilesโ voice and scott's hand waving in front of your face. your skin warmed from the embarrassment of getting caught zoning out.
โwhat? sorry, I'm just tired,โ you sighed, seemingly having said that alot recently. but dealing with what you can only assume to be a unrequited crush is tiring. especially when that crush happens to be on your brother's best friend.
stiles eyes squinted with disbelief. if there was one thing you hated about the boy, it was his ability to tell when anyone was lying.
โright, anyways,โ scott continued eyeing you from the corner of his eyes but you were already zoning out again.
your day continued on like that, just skating by with your mind constantly drifting back to stiles. it felt almost like you were cursed, your brain almost short circuiting whenever you tried to think of literally anything else.
before you knew it, as if on airplane mode you found yourself walking out the doors towards the jeep. since scott started working at the clinic, you'd just been riding home with stiles. and due to the supernatural nature of your life, it's easier this way.
you climbed into the jeep and tried to keep a semblance of calm. stiles scent was invading your nostrils, with his lacrosse gear in the back seat and him sitting directly next to you. a soft song played on the radio, and if your emotions weren't getting the best of you ; you'd romanticize the man before you.
you were almost never quiet when left alone with stiles, it almost like you don't know how to shut up when around him. so the silence filling the jeep was becoming a bit much even for the hyperactive mind of stiles stilinski.
โyou sure you're okay, sunshine?โ his hand awkwardly patted your leg. stiles has been calling you sunshine forever, it's yours-and-his special little thing and even when you feel like the world is crushing you, it still gives you butterflies.
you had be around ten, you sat on the bus one seat in front of stiles and scott. stiles was talking mindlessly about lydia ( 12 year olds and their crushes ). and some kid was in the seat in front of you talking about how weird you were. being just a kid, you were almost to tears until stiles heard what the unkind words sprouted from the kidโs mouth.
โyou don't even know what you're talking about! she's like sunshine.โ
you found yourself blushing and feeling embarrassed, just for the kid to start making fun of you and stiles.
you let the silence hang a bit longer, trying to buy some time to tell a somewhat believable lie. the jeep came to a stop in front of stilesโ house. your eyebrows knit together trying to remember if there was some prior agreement that you forgot about.
โi think i know exactly what you need!โ stiles spoke excitedly, and your heart felt like it was gonna fall out of your chest.
โa-and what's that?โ you tried to convey a sarcastic tone but your voice shook as spoke. you prayed to whoever was listening that he didn't notice.
his eyes scanned your face as if trying to pry into your mind and it would give him all the answers. โmovie night! i know we haven't done one in forever, but i think it'll help get your mind off whatever is bothering you. I know scott is usually here for this,โ he sighed a little and rubbed the back of his neck.
your heart warmed, you couldn't believe the absolute kindness this boy had to offer. though every moment around him, was a kick to ego and a kiss for your heart.
โthank you, stiles,โ his hand still awkwardly sat on your thigh, burning a metaphorical hole through your jeans.
he grinned that big smile, the one where his whole face turns into pure joy. it took everything in you not to just kiss him right there. and right as you began to get the courage he pops open his door and falls out the jeep. you chuckled to yourself bitterly.
you followed him into his room where you plopped yourself down on the bed. โso what's on tonight, star wars again?โ you giggled as you watched him fumble through his dvds.
โactually, i rented heathers last night just for you, i know it's your favorite!โ this boy was going to kill you.
and just like old times, he made popcorn and let you lay on his chest. you thought you might throw up. watching your favorite film, with the biggest crush of your life and it started to feel like you were suffocating.
you sat up anxiously, leaning against the wall, stilesโ head lazily rolled to the side, watching your every move.
โstiles,โ your voice shook, your lips quivered and you were rubbing your hands intensely.
โhey! woah, hey, it's okay, whatever it is, it's okay, what's got you so upset? did you kill someone or something?โ he tried to joke and relieve the tension and at this moment you think that might be an easier conversation.
โno, no, nothing like that,โ the Perception of rejection was getting to you, an anvil falling on your heart. you laughed bitterly, โactually, now it feels so dumb. i just, stiles, i-i love you. i love you so much and i cant, i tried to swallow it and for a while that worked,โ you were basically sobbing now eyes closed and lip shaking and you were about to lose your breath.
โbut i can't, and I can't keep pretending i dont, but it's killing me and that feels dramatic but please, please don't hate me.โ he knew this was very serious for you, a girl that almost never let anyone see her cry. amd he didn't mean to, and he feels so bad for it but he laughs, it just thr awkwardness that's in his bones.
โiโm sorry, iโm sorry, please I didn't mean to laugh, but i guess it just seems so silly to me that you wouldn't just tell me or someone and let it get so bad.โ he pauses almost like he's trying to find his words. and all you can think about is running, running as fast as you can but his hand is on your leg and you'd feel so bad for it.
โi can't believe you could be so oblivious, I've been trying to hint to you for years now that i felt the same,โ you didn't let him finish his sentence instead, doing what you've always wanted to do : kiss him. your lips mold together perfectly, you felt so far away, like you were in a dream.
the dream felt more hazy, when his hands find your hips and pull you into his lap. you can feel his cock hardened underth you, restrained by his jeans. you grind against and whimper into his mouth.
โstiles, stiles if you don't do something right now,โ your words were breathless, somewhere between a whimper and a whine. his fingers move quickly to undo his jeans, while you shed yourself of everything but your bra and panties. you always wore cute panties in a secret way to manifest this happening.
as soon as he has you below, his hands are moving to grope your tits, he groans, eyes scanning every inch of your body, trying to commit every part of you to memory.
โfuck, you're so pretty, baby.โ his words go straight to your core, warm, wet and clenching around nothing. you're thoughtless, the only thing left in your mind is him, so you just whine.
his fingers trace around your hips and slide your thong to the side to get a view of your beautiful cunt.
โyou ready?โ you nod, and he shakes his head, as if a new man. โsay it,โ as his hands slide over every part of your body except where you need him most.
โm ready, please stiles need you, need your cock. please, pleaseโ you were practically begging so pumped himself a few times before sheathing his full length into your cunt. it's so deliciously painful.
โmm such a good girl, taking me so well,โ he pressed his lips against your forehead in a long kiss. before giving you long thick strokes, ans his hand reaching between you to rub little circles onto your clit. you were seeing white as continued to fuck you, your fingernails scraping against his pale skin.
his teeth gritted as he moaned, trying so hard to hold back. โm close, please please.โ you whined and he fucked you faster, and harder. rough groans falling out of his lips.
your climax was closing in on your, your nails skating harder against him, your legs closing in around his hips. you basically screamed your orgasm out against stiles neck. he chuckled to himself, proud he could do all this. he funally let go, fucking you both through your climaxes. and keeping his now soft cock in your cunt, to keep his cum in you. thank god for birth control.
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Raindrop romance and puppy dog eyes
Stiles Stilinski x fem!Reader
I was at my locker, discussing the upcoming math test with Lydia when I felt a pair of arms wrapping around my waist from behind. โBoo!โ I heard my idiotic boyfriend, Stiles, say.
With a grin, I slammed my locker shut and turned around to face him. โHi baby,โ he said, pulling me close in a warm embrace.
โHey Stilinski, stealing my girl away from me again?โ Lydia said, a playful frown on her face as she folded her arms.
"Um, excuse me, since when was she your girl? Did I miss something? Because last night, she was definitely moaning my name," Stiles responded, a smirk playing on his lips.
Lydia scoffed, delivering her response with an attitude, โwell, I've known her longer."
"Well, that sucks because I donโt give a shit."
โOkay, guys, thatโs enough,โ I intervened, teasingly rolling my eyes to end their banter before it could escalate and potentially giving me a headache.
"But, he-" Lydia started, only to be cut off by Stiles. "Me?" He asked in mock shock, causing me to let out a groan.
"Can you both please shut up so I can go home?" I teased, grabbing Stiles by the arm and playfully dragging him out the door.
Once we stepped outside, heavy raindrops were falling. Turning to Stiles with a wide grin, I yelled, "tag!" and dashed toward his jeep.
"Oh, you little bitch! Youโre so gonna get it!" He yelled back, chasing after me.
It didn't take him long to catch up, and before I knew it, he was grabbing my waist. "Tag!" He declared, out of breath, hugging me from behind. After a moment, I pushed his arms off of me and took off running. "Nope."
"Oh, you little dick." He yelled, attempting to catch up, but I was already in the car with the door locked before he could.
Reaching the driver's side, he tried to open the door, but frowning when he realized it was locked. He looked up with puppy dog eyes, causing me to return his gaze with a proud smile. โBaby, please open the door,โ he whined, pressing his forehead against the glass, and knocking on the window, instantly making me cave in.
As soon as I unlocked the door, he rushed in, slamming it shut before rubbing his hands together in an attempt to get warm. โCan you turn on the heater please?โ
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Rain Check
Imagine:
Being partnered up with stiles and scott you guys planned to do the project at your house since your parents were out of town, so you ordered pizza got snacks and drinks so you can focus on the project but that idea immediately went out the window.
"Aw scott keep doing whatever it is your doing she's fucking tightening around me so much she's fucking begging for us to breed her"
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Note: feel free to comment, criticize and point out any mistakes all is appreciated ๐
Sorry this is kind of short but Iโm trying to change that in future fics :)
Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x reader
Warnings: kissing? And a suggestive comment, fluff
You lay on Stiles' bed, doodling hearts on his cast. Playing lacrosse with a group of werewolves had unsurprisingly turned out to be a bad idea, resulting in a trip to the ER due to a broken arm. Fortunately, it was only a practice session, so not too many people witnessed him wailing in pain and refusing anyone's help, which, of course, made you and the whole squad burst into fits of laughter.
"My big baby," you teased, signing your name with even more hearts next to it and putting down the marker. "My reaction was 100% understandable, so I have no idea what you mean," Stiles turned his face away from you. "Imagine getting body-slammed to the ground by a 170-pound dude charging at you THAT fast," he added, turning toward you with a raised eyebrow.
"Whose great idea was it to let you play, anyway? Oh right, it was you," you shook your head, getting a weak smile from Stiles. "Well, at least cause๏ฟผ you're not playing, I have you all to myself." You propped yourself up and met his face, leaning in for a kiss. "And because you're such a big baby, I'll help out with anything you need as your arm heals and all."
"Anything?" Stiles asked with a smirk. You gave him a light chuckle in response. "Really Stiles?," you said, planting another kiss on his face
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pleaseeeee do Stiles Stilinski to โโI wonโt bite. unless youโre into that sort of thingโ with First Time
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This gives me Hale!Reader vibes
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His mouth was on your neck, the movie on the television no longer the center of interest as you and Stiles made out on the couch. He was so gentle and soft with you โ the perfect boyfriend, some would say โ, but gentle and soft wasnโt always what you were in the mood for.
You slid your hands underneath Stilesโs shirt, feeling his soft milky skin and grazing your nails on his back just enough to leave red marks, shifting the mood immediately.
Stiles pulled back a little. โโOh? Weโre doing this? Okay. Thatโsโฆokay.โโ His mouth found yours and you were kissing again, his hands timidly following the curves of your body and touching you.
Your breaths grew heavier as your hands wandered more, the hormones in your teenage bodies waking. Stilesโs hand was adventuring under your shirt and his other on your thigh, pulling you closer against him only to suddenly stop.
โโWhat is it?โโ you asked, cocking an eyebrow and looking at Stiles.
He hesitated, trying to form a sentence that wouldnโt come off as weird, but he was making out on Derekโs couch with his werewolf sister. How weirder could it get? โโWhen Scott was making out with Allison his claws came out and heโ The hormones, you know.โโ
A giggle left your lips. โโDonโt worry. I wonโt bite.โโ You nibbled on the skin below his ear, your teasing going straight to his pants. โโUnless youโre into that sort of thing.โโ
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summary; stiles lets it slip that he hasn't had his first kiss yet and, as his friend, you're more than happy to remedy that.
warnings; no use of y/n, fluff, established friendship, some pretty intense kissing, one instance of reader being referred to as a girl
word count; +3.5k
a/n; no smut here, but i am currently planning a couple nsfw pieces to work on between bouts of writing my ongoing (long suffering) stiles fic.
please think about leaving a comment/reblogging if you enjoy! it would actually mean the world to me
โ-And it was just.. So wet. Way, way too much spit, yโknow? And there was entirely too much tongue on his part considering the fact that his hands, like, never even left his pockets-โ
Youโre not entirely sure how, nor at what point, the conversation devolved into a mostly one-sided and incredibly detailed analysis of Mark Haganโs kissing technique, or lack thereof, but by the time your eyes fall to the boy sitting in the driverโs seat, you realize that youโve been rambling for at least a full minute in the patchy darkness of the parked car.
โ-And Iโm not saying I wanted to be groped or anything but, I mean, itโs a little awkward when a guy just-โ
You falter suddenly, when you notice the awkward slump in Stilesโ posture, and your words taper out without warning. He has one hand white-knuckled on the steering wheel and the other gripped tightly on the back of the seat where heโd turned to face you when he first asked how your date had gone the night before. And- God. That had been minutes ago, now.
โSorry,โ You apologize immediately with a grimace, โWas that, like, way too much information? Sorry.โ
โNo, I, uh,โ He releases the steering wheel and shakes out his hand as if only just realizing how tight his grip had truly been. Your eyes are embarrassingly distracted by the long line of his fingers as he continues, โI guess I just didnโt realize how many things you could do wrong, yโknow? I assumed itโd be more straight forward than that. You lean in, press your lips together, kiss, done. Right?โ
You laugh softly at his rushed response, โI mean, I guess. Iโd like to think thereโs a little more skill that goes into it than that.โ
โAnd, uh, Mark..โ Stiles has been seemingly overwhelmed with reasons to dislike the other boy since youโd announced your upcoming date the week before, and he nearly spits the name with disdain when he says it now. โNo skill, huh? Not quite, uh.. Not up to your standards?โ Heโs fiddling with the straw from his long-finished milkshake as he speaks, eyes downcast and determinedly focussed on his fingers, โConsidering the overabundance of tongue, the lack of groping, and the, uh.. All-around wetness-?โ
Another small huff of laugher escapes you as you drop your own empty cup into the greasy paper bag the diner had stuffed your to-go order into a half hour before, your socked feet returning to the Jeepโs dashboard only a moment later.
โYeah, I guess you could say that.โ You fight back a cringe at the mere memory of the drool that coated Markโs chin when youโd finally decided youโd had enough and pulled away.
โWhat about you?โ
His question catches you off guard and your brows furrow as you meet his gaze, โWhat about me?โ
He twists and folds the straw of his drink with more vigor, nose crinkling before he elaborates, โWhat would you say your, uh.. Your skill level.. is?โ
You pitch forward to grab one of the few remaining curly fries from the container perched by your feet on the dash, falling back into your seat and munching slowly as you genuinely ponder the question.
โI think Iโm probably alright,โ You shrug after a moment, โI mean, itโs hard to say, right? But Iโve never had any complaints. And considering Lydia is, like, the queen of complaining-โ
Youโre caught off guard by the entirely inhuman squawk of disbelief and surprise that escapes him. Heโs scrambling in his seat with no real purpose before he slowly comes back to a standstill, now sitting just a few inches closer to the passenger side than he was before.
โLydia? You.. You and Lydia have-?โ
You shrug again as you wipe your greasy fingertips on the leg of your jeans, โYeah, like, twice. Maybe three times?โ
โThree-?โ
โWhat about you?โ You interrupt.
You tip your head against the backrest to look at him in the dim light of the parking lot as you await his response. The Jeep is barely getting hit with the residual light from the windows of the diner, but the bright neon sign on the roof of the building casts a pretty red hue over Stilesโ face. His mole-dotted skin is flushed with it, the only bits safe from the red-tinted glow are the shadows beneath his brows and the tiny divot in the tip of his nose that extends up from his cupidโs bow. You want to trace the darkness on his skin with the tip of your finger โ with your lips.
You find yourself getting lost in just how gorgeous he is, not for the first time.
โHuh?โ Stiles asks dumbly.
โSkill level,โ You elaborate with a grin, lifting one foot from the dash to poke your toes into his knee, โWhat about you? Are the girls positively swooning? Melting under your touch? โOh, Stiles. Youโre the best kisser on this side of the Rockies-โโ
Your teasing is silenced when his hand comes out to cover your mouth, long fingers trapping the words beneath your lips. Your knee is squished awkwardly between you, but heโs so warm you can feel the heat of his body seeping into your own, and the scent of his body wash fills your nose now rather than the lingering smell of grease from your shared dinner. You can hardly focus on his words as the smell of teakwood and pine invades your senses.
โNo one in their right mind would ever say something like that after being kissed,โ He tells you, face pinched in a cringe, โLike, not even something remotely along those lines. Not even in those weird old-timey romance movies you make me w-โ
You grab ahold of his fingers to pull his palm from your lips with a small giggle, โOh, cโmon, the suspense is killing me! Are you a good kisser or not?โ Your mind is reeling a bit as you think about it. You canโt help but wonder what it would be like to kiss Stiles, to feel his lips on your own, his hands on you. โI feel like you probably are. Just the right about of enthusiasm but youโre also a total perfectionist so itโd-โ
โI donโt know!โ
His exclamation is entirely too loud for the confined space of the car, his voice ricocheting sharply off the metal shell of the vehicle and causing you both to flinch a little. Stiles looks as if he wishes he could stuff the words back into his mouth and try again. Youโre simply looking him over with a more critical eye, searching for the reason for his recent outburst as if it might be written plainly on his face, like you might find big emboldened letters of explanation etched across his skin.
โWhatโdโyou mean you donโt know?โ You scoff in amusement, โYโknow what? Fine-โ You shuffle closer as an idea pops into your head โ a brilliant, glorious, heaven-sent idea. His fingertips are still trapped within the palm of your hand and your knee slips over the top of his thigh as you slide closer and move into the center seat, โCโmere. Iโll give you review-โ
Your face edges closer and closer to his own until your noses bump and the delicate touch seems to zap Stiles into alertness, sending him jolting back as if heโs been electrocuted.
The sourness that erupts in your belly at his reaction isnโt wholly unexpected, but a small flicker of shame joins it and burns like acid in your chest.
โWell, shit..โ You murmur with an awkward chuckle.
Itโs difficult to bite back the nagging feeling of embarrassment that swirls through your veins in response to being shot down by your best friend โ your best friend that youโve desperately been wanting to kiss since middle school.
You swallow harshly before continuing with a self-deprecating laugh, โI didnโt realize the thought of kissing me was quite so.. Horrifying. My bad.. I.. Iโm sorry. You donโt- I didnโt think and I just- Sorry.โ The last bit comes out quieter, the sound of it buried beneath the sudden tightness in your throat.
You find yourself avoiding his eyes, but that only means that your gaze is drawn to the smooth expanse of his neck โ and thereโs that glow from the dinerโs neon sign again. His skin is cast in that red hue, smooth expanses of scarlet broken up by the speckles of dark moles and beauty marks scattered here, there, everywhere. You can almost make out his jumping pulse beneath the hollow of his throat, the dark crimson shadow twitching nearly imperceptibly with each too-quick beat of his heart.
Theyโre all spots that youโve only dreamt of having your lips touch.
On rainy days when he shakes his hair out like a dog with the sole purpose of hearing the way you squeal in surprise, the drops of water finding their way down his temple and filling you with the urge to kiss it away.
When you slip into daydreams from the desk behind him during class, your eyes stuck on the exposed curve of his shoulder where his shirt collar is stretched just a little too loose, your lips tingling with the all-too vivid phantom feeling of his skin beneath them.
Trapped in his embrace, his height just enough that your face is smushed into his collarbones, nose crushed against him and pulling in the woodsy scent of his cologne, your mouth pressed limply to the soft cotton over his chest but aching with the desire to pucker and leave behind a gentle peck.
โNo! No, itโs not that!โ Stiles denies immediately. Heโs already reaching out to drag you closer again, hands curling into your waist the moment you attempt to slip backwards into a bubble of shame in the passenger seat. โKissing you would be the opposite of horrifying! It would be, like, a dream come true or- Or-โ
Your eyebrows creep up your forehead at that, the barely there curve of a nervous smile pulling at the corners of your lips as his words seem to tumble out faster, growing increasingly difficult to understand as he rambles in a way that youโre all-too familiar with.
โ-Because if I was going to kiss anyone, Iโd want it to be you, but if I do kiss you and Iโm horrible at it and youโre, like, repulsed-โ
Youโre still trying to piece things together despite the jumbled bits you seem to have missed. Your lips part in astonishment and his fingers tighten where theyโve begun to anxiously dig into your hips as he continues.
โ-What if Iโm worse than Mark? What if.. What if Iโm so bad that you kiss me once and then you never, ever want to kiss me again because I was so unbelievably-โ
โStiles!โ
You cut him off, already scooting closer until your left thigh is practically in his lap. His words cut off, a sharp inhale tearing past his lips as your hands find his shoulders, your thumb dragging over the freckled skin of his neck. You can feel his pulse jumping wildly against the pad of your finger as you finally voice your question.
โAre you telling me youโve never kissed anyone before?โ You ask the question as delicately as you can manage, but he still winces as an embarrassed flush colors his cheeks further.
โNot.. Not technically.โ He admits quietly, big brown eyes still tinted beneath the crimson glow from outside the Jeep.
โNot technically?โ You repeat slowly.
โI donโt know why I thought saying it like that would make it sound better,โ He says weakly, โIt didnโt. It was still just as mortifying. And so, so lame.โ
Your heart flutters, cracks, and then ticks up in quick succession as your flooded with a wide array of conflicting emotions. You canโt quite believe what it is youโre hearing.
โYou havenโt had your first kiss?โ The words come out a bit more heartbroken than you intended.
Stiles looks horrified at the bluntness of your statement for a moment before heโs swallowing harshly, eyes dropping from your own for a fleeting second.
โNo,โ He says in a quiet voice, nearly a whisper as his eyes flick back up to yours, โBut, um, if- If youโre still offering.. I mean-โ
Your heart is positively hammering in your chest, so hard you worry he might be able to hear it, but then your thumb drags up and brushes over his own racing pulse again and his nerves seem to somehow calm yours. Your lean forward until the tip of your nose catches on the bridge of his again, eyes not leaving his as you move achingly slow, giving him time in case he decides to change his mind.
โYouโre sure?โ You ask softly, the whispered question little more than a breath of warm air against the bow of his upper lip.
โUh huh.โ He just manages the quiet sound of affirmation, a small nod of his head has your lips brushing lightly and the barely-there touch pulls a sharp breath of anticipation from him.
โOkay,โ You say quietly, dragging one hand to the back of his neck so you can guide the angle of his head just a touch to one side.
His grip on your hips readjusts and tightens further, one of his clammy palms slipping beneath the hem of your shirt, and the warmth of skin on skin has you breathing out harshly in the sliver of space between your lips again. Your eyes flick slow between his, wide pools of scarlet-tinted whiskey watching you with rapt attention. Your mouth curves up with the hint of a smile, a soft breath of laughter falling into his parted lips as your fingers dig into the thick muscle of his neck.
โClose your eyes, weirdo.โ You whisper fondly.
โShit, fuck. Sorry, yeah. Eyes closed.โ He rambles off quickly, eyes pinching shut immediately and hands squeezing your hips as if silently promising that heโs ready.
Endeared. Youโre so fucking endeared your organs feel as if theyโve gone warm and syrupy beneath your skin.
Despite your admonishment of his eyes being open, you find yourself unable to pull your own away from watching every small tick in his features. Your hand on his shoulder tightens as you brush your nose across his and when the tight pinch of his eyes slackens and he takes a small nervous breath of anticipation, you finally press your lips to his.
It starts with just a small peck as your brain whites out for just a second. His lips are soft and chapped and plush against your own. You linger for a brief moment before youโre separating just enough to slot your mouths back together a little better.
His lower lip finds itself between yours and he gravitates toward you when you make like youโre about to draw back a second time, his mouth blindly searching for yours. He applies more pressure as he seems to become more sure of himself, one of his hands sliding to the base of your spine to drag you closer.
Impressed, you guide the angle of his head to tip just a hair further, your lips parting to exhale a hot breath into the gap between his own. A small sound rumbles from his chest as he tries to replicate the heat of your kiss on the next meeting. His lips fall open just enough that his breath mingles with your own and your brain goes a little heady with it, thighs tensing as blood rushes in your ears and heat pools in your gut.
You draw back and youโre forced to tangle your fingers in his hair to hold him in place when he tries to chase your mouth again. His eyes crack open to meet your own when he finds himself unable to catch you in another kiss and his pupils are blown a little wide, black overtaking brown until only a small ring of rich chocolate remains. Youโre sure you donโt look much better, with the way our chest is threatening to heave with excitement, your fingers trembling where theyโre gripping onto the muscle of his shoulder and woven into his hair.
โThat was.. That was good.โ You tell him after a moment, voice embarrassingly shaky, โWhat.. Whatโd you think?โ
โGood.โ He returns just as weak, โGreat. That- Mhm. Awesome.โ
His eyes are on your lips again and he looks downright hungry, but then, so are you.
โYouโre a natural,โ You praise breathlessly, eyes flicking between his rapidly as your fingers unconsciously tighten in his hair, โIโd never guess that was your first kiss โ It was.. You learn fast.โ
โWe- You should probably show me more,โ He insists, already leaning back in until his forehead finds your own, โThat way I wonโt end up like Mark, yโknow? With pretty girls complaining to their friends about how wet and gross and bad it-โ
โYou think Iโm pretty?โ
He blinks at you as his lips curve up at the corners, the tip of his nose catching against yours to shoot sparks down your spine when he replies, โI think youโre beautiful.โ
โOh.โ Is all you manage to get out as a smile tugs at your own lips.
โYou want to maybe show me how to use tongue without, being completely repulsive and, like, drowning you or whatever?โ
โMhm,โ You agree easily through a breathless laugh. You canโt quite help the quick press of your lips to his and you feel the relieved exhale that falls from his nose and fans out in a warm puff against your face. โJust for the record, though-โ You feel the need to elaborate, โThere is a time and a place for wet. When things are really hot and heavy and youโre in the throes of passion or whatever โ a little too much tongue is great. It can be really, really hot. But- Like I said, time and place.โ
The information leaves Stiles looking mildly overwhelmed and severely aroused, but heโs nodding dutifully, โUh huh. Got it. Noted. Iโll remember that.โ
โOkay.โ
โOkay.โ
His mouth is claiming yours again before the word is even fully out, the sound of it lost in your lips and what remains is smothered by your gasp of surprise. You let him control the pace for a moment before remembering that youโre supposed to be the one guiding him.
You bring one hand up to his face, thumb catching his chin so you can guide his jaw to drop open a bit further as your tongue teases against the inside of his lip. His groan meets your ears, the sound of it sending a shockwave through your body that youโre still reeling from as he repeats your action with truly startling ease. The warm wetness of his tongue has you feeling hot all over, and when it catches against the tip of your own before retreating, you nearly whimper in protest at the loss.
He effortlessly settles into the pattern of give and take, hot brushes of tongues broken up by soft pecks against slick lips. His fingertips dig into your skin like heโs afraid you might slip away into nothing if he doesnโt hold you tight enough and you find your own fingers scraping at his scalp in response.
Youโre both making soft little noises between the quiet smack of lips, the leather seats creaking every time your weight shifts in an attempt to get closer.
The lack of oxygen has your head a little fuzzy at the edges when you finally pull back and each of your exhales mingle warmly in the small sliver of space between your mouths as you both fight to catch your breath.
โI, um. I donโt think you have to worry about your kissing technique.โ You tell him breathlessly just to break the silence, โYouโre all good. A, uh, a great kisser. Eleven out of ten.โ
โCool. Cool. Thatโs great, I, um-โ He coughs quietly, nervously, as he leans back to put a bit more space between you, โWould you maybe want to do it again sometime?โ
Heโs looking at you with pretty brown eyes blown wide and bleeding earnestness. The hand around your back has fallen to your upper thigh, the grip of it tightening as if punctuating certain words as he speaks. Itโs entirely possible that your brain sort-circuits, because a moment of silence passes before heโs barreling on.
โ-because I, for one, would really like to do that again sometime. Maybe.. Maybe after a date? Or during a date โ that part doesnโt really matter. I just really like you and I have pretty much since forever and now that Iโve kissed you-โ
โYou like me?โ Is all you manage past the heavy thumping of your heart in your chest, your ears โ Shit, youโre pretty sure you can feel every pump of it in each trembling twitch of your fingers.
โSo much thatโs borderline embarrassing, yeah.โ He admits, throat bobbing as he swallows nervously.
A breath whooshes past your lips, filled with relief and surprise and elation.
โI like you too.โ You say after a beat too long, โHoly shit. Stiles, are you kidding me? Iโve liked you since the fifth grade.โ
โReally?โ He looks mildly shocked.
A giddy laugh escapes you as you drag him forward again to bring your lips back together. The kiss is chaste, but filled with so much emotion it makes your head swim a bit.
โDamn,โ Stiles mutters suddenly, the frustrated curse puffing out against your cheek, โDoes that mean we couldโve been doing this the whole time? Like, years of kissing-?โ
His words cut off when your lips find his once more and he gives in easily, his train of thought thoroughly derailed.
โI guess weโve got a lot of time to make up for then, Stilinski.. You up for the challenge?โ
Stiles nods wildly and heโs pulling you back in before you can say anything else.
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Request: โStiles x male reader, reader getting hurt trying to protect stiles from a werewolfโ by anon
Word Count: 1400+
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Stiles had been harboring a crush on Lydia Martin for as long as he could remember. Even longer than Scott had known about it; and that was ages. So when he actually became friends with her, he'd thought he'd had a chance.
And then she'd dated Allison.
If he was honest, Stiles really hadn't ever considered that before. I mean yeah, he knew about queer people. But every time he brought it up, people had brushed it off and dismissed it. Stiles especially just wasn't - according to everyone. So he had never thought about it, until his old crush became one of his best friends and then she was taking about it all the time. Telling him about how happy she was, and when he asked, about how she'd realized she was into women. And suddenly he realized something he'd never considered before: he'd one hundred percent had a crush on Scott when they were kids.ย
He didn't tell anyone for a long time. Well, anyone but Lydia. She was a fantastic confidante and an even better secret keeper. And she was good at keeping Stiles' sexuality a secret... until he developed a crush on her brother.
Y/n Martin was very different than his sister. They were a unit, they always had been, but where Lydia leaned into expectation to make herself popular and as perfect as possible, Y/n had leaned away from it. He didn't have a lot of friends, outside of the kids in the programming club, and some people he'd met over the internet. He was the type that knew high school was stupid, and thought that made him a little bit cooler than everyone else.
Stiles thought he was awesome. Y/n was putting as little effort into school as possible, focused less on college and more on learning to program and prepping himself to just do that forever. He was smart, which meant he knew that school didn't actually teach you anything you needed to know - as long as you knew what you were heading into. He often talked Lydia's ear off about how school was just preparing you to be part of the machine of society, and rolled his eyes when Lydia tried to get him into a "better outfit" or take him shopping.
But that was actually why Stiles liked him. They had math together, and Y/n made jokes under his breath and talked about how stupid it all was, and then leaned over and gave him pointers and help with the work in a way he could actually understand. He never ran out of patience and didn't find Stiles' burst of energy or hard time focusing or burn out annoying. He encouraged Stiles and hyped him up and when he did a good job and Y/n was leaning over his shoulder grinning at him, whispering compliments to him and joking about having to reward him one of these days, Stiles couldn't help but think that all he wanted in that moment was to kiss him.
Lydia picked up on it too fast. She was at first a little hesitant, making Stiles promise this wasn't about her, because her brother deserved better than being a replacement, but Stiles promised that wasn't it. And he proved it too, even if the pining looked the same. He talked to Y/n and became friends with him and fought against werewolves and other big-bads, and they bonded over being the only two just-humans on the team, but Stiles never reached out to him to tell him how he felt. Stiles didn't want anything from Y/n that he didn't want to offer; which was sweet except Lydia wanted to see her best friend and her brother happy.
So what was she to do except play match maker?
Her butting in was helping, too. Y/n was telling her all the time now about how he liked Stiles, how well they got along, all the stuff they were doing together. About his eyes and his smile and his laugh and how brave he was. About how they made so many plans together and learned to trust each other. About how nice his voice was, and how they studied together and often fell asleep late into the night and woke up next to each other.
And yet... it took Y/n almost dying for either of them to do anything about it.
It was a shit storm like all the others they had to live through. A battle, injuries all around, and Stiles and Y/n trying to find each other because this time they'd gotten separated. It was never good when those two got separated, they were both idiots.
Something that showed more than ever when Y/n rushed into the room, saw Stiles being cornered by a werewolf, and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was a faceless beast at this point, mind controlled by a spell that a witch had cast. She was making their lives hell, and this was only the most recent of poor bastards that had been mind controlled and sent their way. The only way to break the spell was to find the object that mattered to them most and destroy it. This worked because the witch had to cast the spell on such an object, and destroying it broke the spell. But she was aware of this, so she often sent her subjects after whoever found or had the object at the moment.
And right now, that person was Y/n.
So the werewolf turned, getting on all fours and shooting after the teenager, who's eyes went wide as he turned sharply and began barreling down the hallway as quickly as he could. It was a ploy to save Stiles' life, and it was a good one, but it couldn't last forever. The werewolf swiped at him, sending him flying one way and the thing he was carrying flying the other way. Derek arrived that moment, having been tied up before, and managed to fight the creature off while Stiles scrambled onto the scene and burned the object.
It was over.
But the damage had been done.
The pack brought them to Deaton, who immediately launched into stitching the poor boy up and lathering something on him to fight infection and help him heal faster. Then they were all left to simply wait and hope Y/n would wake up. He still had a heartbeat, but shock had hit his system and he still might not make it. A lot of blood lost, a really bad concussion...
Stiles of course never left Y/n's side. Y/n woke up to the boy asleep on his little make shift hospital bed, head on Y/n's leg, holding his hand. Y/n smiled, exhausted and sore and feeling like shit, but unable to deny that Stiles still looked adorable when he was asleep. Y/n ran his hand through Stiles' hair and the boy jolted up. "Oh." He blinked sleep out of his eyes, rubbing his face and shaking his head to clear it. "Hey."
Y/n laughed. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Y/n joked. His voice croaked from disuse and he flinched. "Jesus I sound like I died."
Stiles' smile withered. "You almost did."
There was silence at that. They couldn't meet each others' eyes, couldn't pass that stiffness and awkwardness. Neither of the boys were good with silence and always tried to scramble to crack jokes or entertain or cheer up, but Stiles' bluntness had shattered that. And it was kind of nice. Vulnerable.
"Stiles," Y/n began. "I... liked you." He sighed, shoulders dropping. "Like, really really like you. And I know it might ruin everything, and I don't want you to say you like me back because I almost died. I don't even need you to say anything right now, just, know I like you. And everyone knows you've always liked my sister but-"
At that, Stiles broke. He caught Y/n's face between his hand and pulled him into a kiss. They both sighed, smiling into it, and all the unspoken things seemed to be understood without any of the words needing to be said. They often communicated like this, with just an understanding, and no need for specifics or long rants. Leaning their foreheads together, Stiles still did say one thing. "I like you too." They both laughed, and all the tension melted away from both of them.
"Maybe next time you two need to talk about your feelings, one of you doesn't need to die for it?" Lydia sassed from the doorway. The boys parted, blushing, as she tackled her brother in a hug. But all of them laughed, and for now all of them were okay, and that... that could be enough. After all, they still had a witch to kill.
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Game Night
Stiles Stilinski x reader
โScott hates meโ you whine, laying against the bed. In the beginning you thought it was your imagination. Now though you know itโs not all in your head, Scott hates you.
Today Stiles had a lacrosse game so you being his girlfriend were there. The game went amazing. Stiles ended up scoring the final goal of the game. You were so proud of him, the smile on his face made yours grow. You ran onto the field embracing him in a big hug giving him a kiss on the lips. He laughed against your lips holding you close to him and twirling you around. โCongrats, babyโ you mumble against his lips.
He placed another kiss on your lips before telling you that he had to go to the locker room. You nodded watching him head to the locker room with the other players. He gave you a final wave before disappearing from your sight.
After a few minutes you decide to wait by the locker rooms for him. The two of you have plans to go back to his house. While waiting for him that's where you heard it. You hadn't meant to eavesdrop but when you heard your name you couldnโt help but listen.
โIs Stiles coming tonight?โ you recognized the voice as Lydia.
โNo heโs going with Y/nโ you could hear the annoyance in Scott's voice. โThis is the third time heโs declined hanging out to spend time with Y/n.โ
โWhatโs wrong with you thats his girlfriend? Donโt tell me you're jealousโ you could hear her laugh at the thought but Scott doesnโt.
โOf course Iโm not jealous I just donโt like herโ you could hear Lydia question why that was. His answer solidified the idea that he hates you. โStiles can do so much better than her.โ You tuned out the rest of their conversation.
You knew Scott didnโt like you but you hoped that over time he would warm up to but he never did. The rest of the group didnโt mind you the girls would invite you out shopping and to sleepovers. It was just Scott that didn't like you and you had no idea what you did. Now you find out it was nothing you did, he just didnโt like you; he thought Stiles could do better. You finally had the answer to the question that had been plaguing your mind for months.
Your problems weren't over though with one question answered, more showed up. Did Stiles know how Scott felt about you? If he knows about how Scott felt about you, would he break up with you? You know how much Stiles loves Scott so the idea that Stiles would break up with you to make Scott happy wasnโt too far-fetched.
You watched as Stiles took off his jersey throwing it in the hamper. He changed into his pajamas before sitting on the bed next to you. โScott doesnโt hate youโ he grabbed your arm pulling you into him. The two of you are cuddled up in bed together, your head on his chest while his hand runs up and down your side. You lean up and place a kiss on his lips. You weren't planning on telling him about what you heard but you did want to gauge if he knew how Scott felt.
โIf Scott asked you to break up with me would youโ you could tell the question surprised him. He tensed under you. Stiles had just had a big win, his shining moment and you felt you were running it and you were. It was selfish of you to bring this up but you needed to know before it got any worse.
โWhere is this coming from?โ he chuckled at the sudden question but stopped when he saw the look in your eyes. You were being dead serious. He could see the doubt in your eyes about your answer. It hurt him thinking that you doubted his love towards you. โOf course not babyโ the sincerity in his voice made you believe him. The look of complete love in his eyes settled all your doubt.
You lift yourself up off his chest placing a deep kiss on his lips he returned the gesture right away. Pulling you into his lap, his hands on your hips as he deepened the kiss. He started to place kisses on your neck. Sucking dark hickeys into your neck mumbling small โI love yousโ against your neck. You whisper โI love yousโ back to him.Every last one of your doubts disappeared with every โI love youโ and kiss. You're not going to let Scott come between the two of you again. It no longer mattered if Scott liked you because Stiles did he loved you and you love him.
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Drive-In Shenanigans
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๐ฃ๐ค๐ฉ ๐ข๐ฎ ๐๐๐!
Itโs a warm August Friday. School has started but weโre still trying to hold onto the summer. Itโs shorts and t-shirt weather, my favorite kind of weather. So Stiles and I make our way to the one place youโd always find us during those summer months. The drive-in theater.
โWhatโre you looking for?โ Stiles asks me, watching as I dig through my bag. โI thought I brought my chapstick.โ I say, still searching. I pay no attention to Stiles whoโs reaching into his pocket and hands me his.
โUgh, cherry.โ I look at him disapprovingly. โHey, you wanted chapstick, I gave you chapstick.โ He chuckles, and I sigh, removing the cap.
โYouโll be fine, plus youโll forget about it once the movie starts.โ Stiles says as we pull up the the drive-in theater. We drive up and pay at the window and Stiles finds a good spot to park. Once heโs found an open spot he likes, he backs into it. Turning his body, his right arm stretched out to my seat, looking through the back windshield. ๐๐ค๐โฆ
โOkay, letโs do this.โ Stiles says excitedly, parking the jeep and getting out. I hop out too and walk around the jeep to the trunk. Stiles is opening up the hatch and there it is. Probably the equally most fun and disgusting place in his jeep, depending on who you ask. Weโve got plenty of blankets laying in the back to cushion us while we watch the movie.
Stiles is practically shaking from excitement, weโve planned this drive-in date a month ahead. I mean, Stiles and I come to the drive-in A LOT. However, tonight is different because, of course, theyโre playing Star Wars.
I hop up into the back of the jeep along with Stiles, sitting on his right. We get comfy and sit against the back seat. Thereโs no one parked in front of us, thank God, and thereโs not really anyone at the drive-in at all this time around.
โItโs pretty deserted tonight.โ I turn my head to him, admiring his face as the light from the screen shines on him. โYeah, whatโs up with that? Whereโs all the Star Wars fans at, huh?โ He complains, almost baffled that he may be the only die-hard Star Wars fan in Beacon Hills.
โI donโt know, maybe theyโd just rather watch the movies at home.โ I reply, giggling; already knowing what heโs going to say. โThatโs outrageous. This is so much better than sitting on the couch. This is where the fun is.โ Stiles exasperates, flailing his arms at the screen.
I just giggle, admiring him. โI mean, this is more fun that watching it at my house, right?โ He asks, turning his head to me. I donโt answer at first, instead leaning in to give him a kiss; which he accepts almost instantaneously.
โYes, Stiles, this is more fun. Plus, you know how much I love the drive-in.โ I tell him, leaning my head on his right shoulder as the commercials end and the beginning of the movie starts. Stiles brings his arm around my back, which urges me closer. In all honesty, Iโve been dying to be with Stiles; just the two of us. Since school has started, we havenโt had a single moment for ourselves. Starting of school work, and of course along with whatever Scott gets us into, we get really busy really fast. And Iโm itching for Stilesโ touch.
As the movie plays, Stilesโ full attention is towards the screen. He absentmindedly makes circles with his thumb as his hand resides on my waist. My left arm is around behind his back, my other in my lap. My legs are curled up now, I rest them on his thigh. My head still rests in that sweet spot between his shoulder and his arm that was made just for me. I canโt stop thinking about his arm around me. My mind running wild.
Itโs about a fourth of the way trough the movie that I canโt take it anymore. I trail the hand I have behind his back lower, deciding to slip it under and up his shirt. My hands must be cold, because he gets a little chill as I do so. Even then, I trail my hand over his bare skin, which is now at my disposal. I draw designs softly with my nails, scratching his back lightly.
Stiles hums, finally acknowledging me. โMm, that feels good.โ He mumbles, but eyes not leaving the screen. I crane my neck up slightly, my face now mere millimeters away from his exposed neck. โDoes it?โ I whisper, leaning up to kiss his neck. One kiss. Two, three. My hand in my lap slides to his.
โBabe, weโre watching a movie.โ He warns me, now fully aware of my intentions. I slide my hand up to his chest. โWhatโs that gotta do with anything?โ I counter, giving his neck a few more kisses. He sighs, I know Iโm getting to him.
โYou know this happens every time we have a movie night, right? Is there something you wanna tell me, Y/N? Does fine cinematography turn you on?โ Stiles tries to play with me, ease his own temptations. But Iโve already got him where I want him.
โNo, you do though.โ I reply, sliding my hand from his chest down to the waist band of his jeans. He lets in a sharp breath as I dip my fingers into his pants to grip his belt buckle. โWeโre in public.โ He warns again, but I donโt listen.
โThatโs what makes it so fun.โ I reply, slowly undoing his belt, and he lets me. I get his belt loose and unbutton his jeans, unzipping them agonizingly slow. Stiles has by now given up on trying to act cool, and is now practically itching to be touched. Thereโs already a tent in his boxers as I pull his jeans down just a bit.
Stiles uses his right arm thatโs still around me to urge me into his lap, and I oblige. I straddle him, both my hands now on his chest, and he pulls me into a kiss. I grind onto him as his arms slink to my waist, going to unbutton my shorts as if second nature.
He unzips my shorts, revealing just enough to see the the little bow at the top of my panties. โAwe, fuck.โ He lets out, before dipping a hand down my panties to where he knows I want him. I moan as he teases my entrance, and his mouth envelopes mine in another kiss. I bring a hand down to grope him through his boxers.
I throw my head back as Stiles finally slips a finger inside me, then two. I try to be quiet, but as he rocks his fingers back and forth, trying to be quiet is near impossible. I then drop my head to the crook of his neck, my hot breath hitting him.
โStiles, need you so bad.โ I say, now plunging my hand into his boxers to grab him, and he hisses. I use my thumb to play with his tip, spreading the pre cum. Then, without warning, Stiles pulls his fingers from my shorts. I whine as he grabs one of the many blankets in the trunk to cover our waists.
Itโs then that his hands urge my shorts down and off my legs, and I pull his boxers down just enough to free him. โCan you be quiet?โ Stiles looks at me, I can tell that being in public turns him on, he just wonโt admit it. He likes the thought of being caught almost as much as I do.
โYes.โ Is all I reply with before heโs lining himself up with me before putting his hands on my hips to urge me down. I try not to let out a moan as I slowly sink down, Stiles stretching me fully. Once Iโve taken all of him, I place my hands on either of his shoulders. I slowly start to bounce on his cock, Stiles watching with his mouth hanging open in awe. Itโs at this point that I now know for a fact that he likes it when I ride him the most.
I rock my hips against his, the movie now completely forgotten. Iโm so focused on Stiles that I barely notice his hand going down to my little bundle of nerves. When I feel him starting to rub circles, I start to lose my momentum. โOh, you like that, donโt you?โ He taunts me.
โYeah,โ I say breathlessly, โYโso good, Sti.โ I begin to babble, something that Stiles frequently takes advantage of.
โYeah, ya like when I take care of you, huh?โ
โYes.โ
โLike when I give you what you want?โ
โOh, yes.โ
Stiles starts to buck his hips, thrusting up into me, and I can barely take it. I can tell heโs chasing his high the by way way he hisses and by the sweat that begins to form on his hairline. Heโs still assaulting my clit when I speak up.
โStiles, Iโm gonna cum.โ I warn him, and he pulls his other hand from my hip to cover my mouth as I do. And suddenly I can no longer bounce on him, all I can do is ride out what heโs giving to me.
Stiles still covers my mouth and begins to thrust up hard and fast, and I can barely take any more. But not before he pulls out and strings of white are splayed over my thigh. He throws his head back against the back seat, mouth hanging agape.
I scoop up his ropes with a finger, but wait for him to lift his head up to look at me before I bring my finger to my lips. I lick it clean, and Stiles could quite possibly be the hungriest man Iโve ever seen.
โWe seriously canโt even make it one movie without fucking. I owe Scott 5 bucks.โ
๐/๐๐/๐๐
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stiles who offers to give you a massage after a long day. school had drained you today, and nothing sounded better than relaxing with your lover
stiles who makes sure the pillow under your head is just right, and the way youโre laying on your stomach is comfortable. your eyes wander over to your full lengthed mirror where you see him sitting behind you, working out the knots and tight muscles in your back
stiles whoโs large warm hands feel so good travelling up and down your spine, that when they start to venture further down, you donโt mind
stiles whoโs thick fingers work your shorts and panties gently off your legs, before running them up and down the length of your folds, collecting your gathering arousal before pushing two of them into you. his movements are smooth and sharp all at once, hitting all the right places, and the feeling has you gripping the pillow under your head. your eyes find the mirror again, watching him work you to your peak. he follows your gaze, and in the reflection you lock eyes and catch him with his signature smirk
โstiโฆโ you weakly murmur before the words are drowned out by a moan that escapes your lips as he crooks his fingers just right in you. the feeling added with the sight before you, watching yourself come undone, has stiles working harder to get you to your peak. his thumb comes up to rub tight circles into your clit as your jaw goes slack and you squeeze the pillow tighter.
โshh, angelโฆ keep that pretty mouth of yours shut and just lookโ
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PAIRING : stiles x reader
CONTENT : fluff
stiles falls asleep the best when his head on your chest. it's a well-known fact, that stiles has insomnia and trouble getting comfortable. but once his head is on your chest, your steady heartbeat becoming his favorite lullaby. it's moments before you hear his breathing settle, and it brings the tiniest smile to your face. you are the only sleeping medication that works for him.
on the worse nights where it takes him a bit longer to fall asleep, he fidgets a little more, half asleep murmurs. when he finally fully passes out, his fingers grasp the hem of your shirt, almost as if he's scared you'll disappear if he isn't actively looking at you.
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