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Music to Your Ears - Loki x reader

Summary: Loki, your roommate has made it his mission in life to torture you, often by playing music at the worst time. Today you've had enough. author! roommate! Loki

Warnings: minors dni, smut, hair pulling, oral sex both male and female receiving, vaginal sex, desk sex, dom/sub vibes, color system (no usage of yellow or red), creampie (wrap it before you tap it if you're not on birth control), light spanking, biting (?)

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A/N: Hi, hope you're having a lovely day/night xx

word count: 5324

You had liked classical music, initially, you really had. Until you heard it blasting from your roommate's room at all times but the daytime. It was driving you insane.

You had also come to the conclusion that Loki, who was quite wealthy either way, through his work as a coveted author or through his family name, adopted or not, had only looked for a roommate because he had been bored. Loki had clearly just been in need of someone to torture with his mere presence, his bank account being able to cover your rent on tight months multiple times while only asking for 1/3 of the rent for your maybe not so humble abode in the first place. But the deal was too good to turn down or move out. Plus, when Loki didn't open his mouth, he was exceptionally nice to look at.

Your eyes snapped up as you sat in the kitchen, a perfect view to the entrances to both of your rooms.

Speak of the devil.

"Oh wow, would you look at that? The night owl graces me with his presence during the day time, what a marvel to look at," you snickered and the raven haired man with luscious locks gave you a passing glance, raising his eyebrows as he moved from the door leading to his room to the cabinets and the fridge, beginning to fix himself a bowl of Froot Loops in your shared kitchen.

"Would you mind making me a coffee, dear?" he asked quietly, not even turning to face you.

You raised an eyebrow at the plane expanse of his back, covered like always by an expensive dress shirt that matched his slacks. "Would you mind letting me sleep tonight?" you retaliated.

His mouth quickly drew into a smirk as he moved to sit down at the table and replied, "thanks for asking, yes I would mind. But if you make me your lovely coffee, it can be up to you how I shall keep you awake."

His hand looked so delicate and pretty when he held the spoon, you nearly forgot he'd been taunting you. You shook your head at him, masking the slight shiver that rolled down your body at his empty threats with getting up from your chair.

You moved over to the coffee maker reluctantly, the coffee maker he had purchased only after you had moved in telling him about your side job as a barista while you were finishing your masters degree. You had never once seen him use the machine himself and you'd honestly be surprised if he even knew which button he had to push.

You turned on the machine, knowing that despite his teasing, he would work with (around) your set condition, probably playing his music way too loud the following morning instead of at night. He claimed it helped him with his creative process but you were sure he only did it to spite you. What joy he had found in annoying you to the point of anger was beyond you.

You took a mug, the pink flowery one that read "asshole" in pretty, cursive lettering that you'd gotten him for his last birthday, from the shelf and gathered the various ingredients from the fridge to pour into the mug.

Unlike what one might assume from Loki's, well, everything, from his mostly business attire closet to his slightly concerning blade collection, he liked his coffee not black, but actually quite sugary.

Caramel syrup collected on the bottom of the mug before you put in the coffee pod and started the procedure. Loki always complained that he could never get coffee anywhere quite like you made it and you were not about to give your secrets away. You quite enjoyed annoying the man named so fittingly after the trickster god back every now and then.

He gave you a grateful nod once you slid the mug across the table towards him, an actual 'thank you' wasn't quite his style.

And then his eyes raised up to meet your face for the first time. Well, for a second at least, because he was quickly busying himself with letting his eyes wander over your entire figure clad in your sleep shirt and sleep shorts still, but according to Loki's interested reaction, that didn't matter all that much. And you tried to ignore how it made your skin prickle.

"How's your writing going?" you broke the silence and effectively stopped Loki from continuing to check you out, his eyes snapping back to yours.

"Coming along swimmingly," he replied with a proud smile, always happy to talk about his work, "I shall be done with the first draft by next month."

"That's good to hear," you said, turning around to fix yourself your favorite beverage and breakfast, too, before you quipped, "then maybe I'll finally have some peace around here."

Loki chuckled delightedly, "with me?" he leaned forward over the table on his elbows, his green eyes sparkling and you leaned forward, too. You weren't intimidated by his antics in the least, you'd already put up with probably too much from him to be surprised or afraid.

A finger tapped on your chin before he grasped it in between two of his fingers, his eyes suspiciously looking down at your mouth. Loki's voice was smooth as his eyes shot back up to yours with a smirk and he told you, "with me, my pet, you'll never find peace again."

He let go of you then, and you shook your head and licked your lips suggestively. "I am counting on it," you said.

Loki was scanning your face as if he had already anticipated that reply and he decided to wink at you and give you a very obvious once over before he scooped up the last bit of his cereal and took his mug, saying, "unfortunately, my work is calling me, my sweet."

You thought that it was absolutely infuriating to live with him, because the moment he closed his door behind him, he forced you to listen to "Reverie" on a volume that simply was not made for a nice and quiet Saturday morning. Unfortunately, though, his teasing was also absolutely enticing and riveting. There was nothing quite like your roommate, you were sure of that.

You knocked on his door, twice, with no reply. Chances were he couldn't hear you anyway and you sighed.

You opened the door to his room. You had almost never been in this room before, you'd usually not even see it from afar. It had always been a sort of silent agreement that neither one of you snooped through the other's belongings or came into the other's room unasked, but you tended to be a lot more liberal about leaving your door open than him.

It looked comfortable. The nice emerald green on his walls contrasted his dark furniture, the coffee mug placed on the nightstand one desk chair roll away from him, and far more plants than you'd ever imagined Loki willing to take care of were sprawled across his room. His desk, the most prominent feature besides his bed, was pretty accessible and right in front of you now, only connecting to the pretty walls by the shorter right side, the light from the window illuminating him.

His eyes met yours in surprise as he looked up from his laptop at you.

Yes, you'd noticed that you seemed to be the only person who could ever surprise Loki Laufeyson.

"Hello, pet, is there anything I can help you with?" he asked smugly.

"Obviously," you yelled over the loud music. "Could you please keep the music down? I thought we'd had a moment in the kitchen?" you pointed back to the kitchen before you crossed your arms in front of your chest.

"Oh, we had a wonderful time in the kitchen, my darling," he grinned and turned down the volume to a low hum, "and if you really want the music gone I could think of a couple of things you could do about it."

You rolled your eyes at his implication, even if it wasn't something you'd be opposed to if he had been serious. He looked like a literal good, the first couple buttons of his black dress shirt unbuttoned and his sleeves rolled up, and you could only imagine he fucked like one, too.

"You're disgusting," you replied.

"Oh, don't be like that," Loki teased, closing his laptop and putting it away. He walked around the desk to stand in front of you, your back turned to his desk, "you love every second of my teasing."

You looked at him impatiently, knowing fully well that he had another snake up his sleeve.

You were proven right when he leaned in closer, crowding you in, his green eyes set on your lips as he proceeded to say, "and I bet you'd love another kind of my teasing even more." He gave you a taunting look, his eyes gleaming with mischief as he looked down at you waiting for your response.

"Loki, you're never going to take me to bed," you laughed, although your voice wavered slightly at the image his words had conjured up in your mind.

"It doesn't have to be a bed, darling," he smirked, "I could think of at least ten more exciting ideas than a bed in this very apartment."

"And I'm sure you've imagined every single one of them," you said leaning back against his desk and letting your eyes wander across his frame.

"You know me so well," he smirked.

You raised an eyebrow, "well, then I'll leave you to it so you can imagine it while jerking off. I'm sure our conversation," you gave him a heated look, "has been very stimulating for you."  You went to stand but Loki put his hands down on his desk on either side of your body caging you in.

"Oh, I'm sure I'm not the only one who is aroused by our conversations," he said leaning in slightly, making you aware that even with his body angled down to meet your eyes better, he was still taller than you. And his smell was way too enticing for your own good. Loki licked his lips to form his next words and you nearly forgot how to breathe, "You'd be the most gorgeous creature on the planet, kneeling for me."

One of his hands left the desk to give you an out if he was making you uncomfortable or did something you didn't want to be part of. Somehow, somewhere you did want to be part of this, though. Very much so. You were strung high with his proximity, the smell of bourbon and cinnamon, and the knowledge that Loki was probably the least predictable person to be in this position with, left you wanting to see what he would do next.

Loki continued talking, "your pretty eyes would look so beautiful watering with tears as you -" he said, trying to find your breaking point, how far you'd let him go.

Your eyes sparkled with a sudden idea and Loki was actually taken aback.

Your lip slowly drew up into a smirk.

"Oh no, what are you thinking of, you little devil?" he asked, sounding more intrigued than scared despite how his pretty eyes seemed to gape at you.

You laughed as your eyes wandered over his broad chest and further down, the same way Loki's always did when he decided to be annoying. Then you put your hands on his chest and you could hear him swallow as you smirked suggestively at him, making your ego swell.

And then you pushed him back making yourself some space. You let yourself fall to your knees in front of him. You were still kind of messing with him, but the moment you looked up at him you weren't so opposed to follow his instructions for real. He looked absolutely beautiful, shocked and turned on as he was.

"You mean like this?" you asked innocently, giving him your best doe eyes.

Loki didn't respond, his hands balling into fists next to him, presumably in order to not take things to far with your 'joke'. He just looked down at you, trying to burn the image of you on your knees for him into his brain.

"You can say stop at any time and I'll back off immediately, honey," you said quietly and looked him in the eyes, noticing how they glazed over as he tried to restrain himself and swallowed hard. But you weren't really joking anymore. He looked absolutely ethereal like this and hadn't even done anything yet; what would he be like if he gave in?

Your hands moved to his body, spreading out on his lower abs and really slowly, your fingers grazed the waistband of his pants, and you took note of the bulge forming in his slacks in front of you. You reached for the belt buckle, making sure to keep eye contact and realization dawned on him; this was no longer a test of who would back out first, this was an actual offer.

"If you're doing what I think you are doing, you have absolutely free reign." His voice was laced with something darker than you were used to from him and you didn't give yourself any more time to ponder. The two of you had been dancing around each other for forever. It was time.

Slowly, you guided his belt out of its loops and unzipped his pants. Loki swallowed. This was actually happening, neither one of you seemed to plan on backing out. He moaned a lot louder than you had expected when you reached inside of his boxers and gently pulled out his velvety smooth cock from his pants.

You smiled up at him innocently, "take off your shirt for me, Loki. I want to see you."

He followed suit almost hastily. Loki looked gorgeous, his smooth alabaster skin gleaming in the daylight as he looked at you with hunger in his eyes. You gave him a cheeky wink before setting your eyes back on what was in front of you. Knowing Loki and how cocky (pun intended) he was, his above average thick and veiny cock didn't surprise you.

"Your hot," you whispered to yourself as your thumb swiped over the head of his cock to collect the precum seeping from him and you heard Loki chuckle softly above you.

Your eyes met his hot gaze as you wet your lips and wrapped your mouth softly around the head of his cock. He moaned loudly in the back of his throat, throwing his head back, spurring you on to take in as much of his cock in one go as you could. Even when you almost choked, feeling him at the back of your throat, you kept going, fueled by the sinful sounds that fell so freely from Loki's mouth. You didn't know why you hadn't guessed that he was going to be a screamer.

You had bobbed your head only a couple of times, laying your tongue flat against the veiny underside of his dick, but before you could get into a good rhythm, he had placed his hands on your jaw and gently pulled you off.

"Turn around and put your elbows on the desk for me," Loki ordered softly.

You licked your lips in anticipation, the taste of him still on your tongue, and you followed suit. You could hear him walking around you to examine your work, not yet touching you but kicking your legs farther apart to correct your stance to his liking, making you bend over more.

Stepping around his desk to face you, laying his hand on your chin to angle it up, he looked into your eyes asking in a soft voice, "do you have a safe word, pet?"

You licked your lips, excitement spreading through your body at his words. "Green, yellow, red's okay?" you asked as hurriedly as possible, voice shaky in anticipation. You wanted him to touch you so bad.

When you met his with mischief glittering green eyes, he nodded and leaned down to kiss you for the first time. He stole your breath away. Loki took his time with the kiss despite the intensity of the situation, his thumb stroked over your cheek as his lips moved slowly and hotly against yours.

When your lips finally parted, swollen by the movement, the tiniest of smiles played on Loki's mouth as his thumb brushed slowly over your lower lip.

Quickly, you pulled your shirt over your head, leaving your upper body completely bare to his gaze, which Loki wasted no time to take full advantage of. His eyes wandered across every single centimeter and you leaned back onto your elbows on the desk in front of you feeling goosebumps spread across your body.

Then, Loki moved back around the desk, halting behind you and although you looked at him over your shoulder, you could see that his undivided attention was granted to your body, not your face. His gaze was almost burning into your skin as his eyes wandered from the nape of your neck over your smooth back and down to your bare legs.

He quickly tugged off your shorts, highlighting this action by trailing wet kisses from your lower back all the way up to your shoulder before placing another kiss on your lips. This kiss was a lot less innocent and probing, his tongue grazing yours.

As Loki parted from your lips, though, one of his hands slowly wandered up, his fingers delicately making their way up to your hip joint still covered by your panties.

You wanted him to touch you for real so badly.

You whined quietly when his thumb lightly swiped over your covered sex, laying your head on your arms and arching your back in anticipation.

You could hear him chuckle quietly and he practically ripped off your panties. Loki spread your legs apart gently and looked at you for a second commenting, "I've barely touched you, darling, and you are positively dripping for me," his voice was low, his grin evident in it.

And then he finally touched you where you wanted him most, his fingers swiping through the cool wetness of your folds, lubricating them before swirling them over your clit in deliciously slow but hard circles.

"Loki," you drawled in frustration trying to lean back up but the tall man wouldn't let you, his arm pushing your body back down onto the table harshly.

"What do you want, pet?" he asked, slowly, too slowly pushing his index finger into your entrance, rendering you speechless at the feeling.

Loki pulled his hand away from your pussy, bringing his finger up to your lips and you opened your mouth to swirl your tongue around it obediently. You couldn't believe how turned on you got from tasting yourself on Loki's finger but the way his eyes were completely taken over by lust, his mouth agape, definitely contributed.

And then his hand harshly came down on your ass cheek, quickly followed by Loki asking for your color.

"Green," you managed to reply as you felt yourself getting even wetter at being handled so roughly by this man.

"Good girl," he rasped before letting his hand come down again, making you moan embarassingly loudly at the impact. Loki massaged your sore cheek leaning forward to ask you again, "What do you want, pet? I want you do give me a verbal answer at all times or I will have to punish you."

"I want you inside me, Loki, please," you whimpered.

"How do you want me, dove?" he cooed.

"Whatever you'll give me I'll take," you croaked, "want to be good for you."

"Good girl," he said again and you pushed yourself further towards him. Maybe he could even make you cum with his words alone. You tried to even out your breathing, his light touches on your hot skin feeling like electricity.

Loki leaned down and placed a sweet kiss on your pussy before delvin his tongue into your core and you keened at the feeling.

You taste so sweet, darling," he gasped against your core and you could feel him kneeling down behind you to gain a better angle. His mouth connected with you again and you had to grip the desk hard to try to keep your knees from buckling beneath you as you heard the absurd noise from Loki smothering himself in your heat, burying two fingers inside you.

His teeth teased your clit as his fingers moved against your walls looking for your g-spot. Once he had found the spongy texture, he thrust his finger into you at the right angle over and over again with fervor making you shake. Your body felt so so hot.

You were moaning trying not to writhe around to much, as you felt your release creeping up on you.

That was when Loki had the audacity to stop and you protested loudly. He punished you by smacking your ass cheek again and you bit your lip harshly at the welcome impact.

"Sorry, dove, but the first time you cum at my hands, I want my cock rammed deep inside of you, no protest."

"Please Loki," you gasped and when he took his fingers out of you, you whimpered feeling empty.

"Do you want me to fuck you, pet?" He rasped into your ear. You could feel the bare skin of his toned and sweaty stomach on your back as he leaned over you, wedging his hardness in between your folds in the process.

You nodded frantically.

Loki's hand came down on your ass cheek again, the sting making the fire inside you light up, and the slight jump forward you made ramming your hips slightly painfully into the edge of the wooden desk created friction between Loki's cock and your pussy that you were so desperate for.

"I want you to respond verbally, at all times," he told you sternly, "is that clear, darling?"

"Yes, Loki," you replied breathlessly, your voice strained when you decided it would be smart to answer his previous question of your own volition, "please fuck me."

Loki dropped a peck onto the crown of your head, rutting his cock against your clit telling you, "you're doing so good for me. So ready for my cock," he said, rubbing his thumbs over your buttocks slowly.

Then, his hands wrapped tentatively around your waist as he straightened his back back up.

There was soemthing so wonderfully enticing about him touching you like this, in his sacred space that no one, no brother, no friend, no one night stand was allowed to enter.

Loki teased you with the head of his cock, swiping it against your entrance, warm and lubricated by the mix of both of your fluids, and you breathed out a loud "fuck," when he finally entered and stretched you out as deliciously as you'd always hoped he would.

"You feel absolutely divine, darling," Loki snarled and he leaned down to press kisses to your shoulder to soothe the slight ache as he bottomed out and kept still inside you let you get accustomed to his size, leaving marks in his wake, no doubt.

"Please, Loki," you panted.

He followed suit, digging his dull nails slightly into the skin of your waist and he shallowly began to thrust into you.

"Now that is like music to my ears," he commented when you began to cry out in delight and frustration at the too shallow drag of his cock against your sensitive walls.

"Better than your loud music?" you managed to gasp in between his harsher growing movement.

"Eons better, darling," he huffed, "if I could hear you moan for me while I work, I might consider never turning my music on again, it pales in uncountable incriments in comparison."

One of his hands moved to gather your hair at the nape of your neck and Loki leaned down, stilling inside you to let his teeth lightly drag across the skin of your neck, giving you goosebumps.

"Please just fuck me, Loki," you maned and tried to rock your hips back against him to pick up the pace but he had the iron grip of his left hand set around your waist.

"Beg me again," he whispered, "and I might comply."

You could feel his lips move against your hot skin, his cold breath making your skin tingle.

"Please, please, please, Loki. Please fuck me," you chanted and gripped the wooden desk tighter in anticipation of the fulfillment of your wishes.

"You are so beautiful when you beg for me," he said, letting his sculpted chest mold to your back once more before beginning to snap his hips against yours in just the right way.

"Loki," you yelled out his name upon which he let his teeth wander over your skin that he had already littered pretty marks across.

"My darling," he moaned and wound his hand into your hair more, beginning to lightly tug on it, "what is your color?" he asked while you could already feel the prickly heat in your face from the pleasurable pain.

Fuck, green," you managed to grit out between your teeth, panting, "harder," and Loki complied, yanking your hair slightly harder. He drove into you with renewed force accompanied by the sweet sounds he made that you'd play in your head over and over again forever if this was the only time you'd ever be able to hear them. You could already feel the bliss of release coming on.

And then he stopped. He pulled out of you, your pussy clenching around nothing as you felt the emptiness.

"What -" you began to ask slightly angry, but Loki made quick work of you, yanking you back by your hair to stand with a hiss, and turning you around making you lean against the desk. He hiked up your legs up to make room for him to stand in between so that you could look into his eyes now.

Loki took a moment to just look at you, his weeping cock resting against your pelvis, and you pushed one of your hands through his silky raven hair gently, to push it out of his face as his beautiful green eyes scanned your body with an unreadable look.

His eyes met yours again and his lips drew up in a mischievous smirk as he placed his hands on your hips and helped you up to sit on his desk, your hands wandering to his ass in an effort to get him to move back inside you, but Loki simply chuckled in amusement at your meek attempt to take over control.

His laugh was replaced by a surprised gasp as you dug your nails into his plump ass in retaliation and you'd never forget the way his face distorted in sudden pleasure. Apparently, you weren't the only sucker for pain in this room.

Loki drove back into you quickly, closing his eyes at the feeling of you around him as if it was heaven on earth. The depths he reached felt nearly impossible making your back arch and you leaned back to grip behind you for the edge of the desk.

His hips stilled again, much to your frustration, once he was fully sheathed inside you and he opened his eyes to search yours in a moment of silence, for what, you were unsure. What you knew, though, was that Loki was positively delighted to be torturing you in this way.

"You are about the prettiest creature I have ever seen, my pet," he said before he leaned down and his mouth latched onto your nipple.

He trailed his lips across your collarbone, leaving more pretty bruises in his wake and it was the hottest thing, marking you as his.

"Loki, please move, for fuck's sake," you moaned rolling your hips against his as much as you could while he was still holding onto your hips like that. "I hate you," you added and he chuckled at your impatience before picking up the pace again, hitting your sweet spot just right.

He went slower than before, but making sure he fucked you hard, leaning down to let his mouth wander to any place he could reach, his fingers delving down to play with your clit.

Your back arched when he lightly bit down on your nipple.

"Oh, I positively adore these, love," he purrs against your hardened nipple before biting down again and switching to your other breast to do the same, making you feel absolute ecstasy, "just as much as the delicious sounds you are making, darling."

He peppered kisses along your heated skin while driving into your clenching pussy harder and faster making your walls flutter around his thick length.

You were moaning for him loudly, you were so close, your hips stuttering as you tried to reciprocate the snapping of his hips.

Loki's mouth wandered back up to where your shoulder and neck connected. He swiped his tongue across it twice before he bit down on your neck, hard enough to draw blood probably, and your vision exploded as you came apart underneath him.

You were heaving as you came down, your lover not letting up from his relentless pace for even a second, you'd asked for it in the first place, and as his mouth wandered back up to yours to capture your lips in a lewd kiss, you felt that familiar feeling rising back up in your belly already.

"I knew you were going to like pain, darling," he whispered against your lips with a smirk, "I'm going to have so much fun with you, my little whore. You are mine, aren't you?" he mumbled as his thrusts became more erratic.

"Yes, Loki, I'm all yours," you moaned, his fingers pinching your clit before soothingly rubbing it in rough circles again, the sounds of your sweaty bodies rocking against each other driving you closer to your second orgasm.

"That's right, you're all mine, my pet," Loki grunted, pistoning into you.

"Where do you want it, pet?" he grunted.

"I'm on birth control," you panted, "please cum inside me, Loki."

He smirked at you, mumbling, "not before you cum again for me, darling," before putting his mouth back against the sweet spot on your neck, his tongue sliding over it.

When his teeth grazed the soft skin of your pulse point he filled you up just right, hitting your sensitive walls and you saw stars, crying out his name so loud your voice cracked as you clenched down uncontrollably on his large cock.

You sighed when you could finally feel Loki spill his hot release deep inside of you screaming out your name. His hips came to a halt and your eyes met again. Some of his hair was sticking to his sweaty forehead and you reached a hand up to swipe it away to see his pretty face. He'd always been so beautiful but he'd never looked as attractive as he did in that moment.

And then, the world stilled around you as he leaned down to capture your lips in a gentle, kiss, as he caught his breath. You winced slightly as he pulled out of you, you were definitely going to feel this tomorrow.

"Didn't think you'd be that possessive," you smirked.

A beat passed as he contemplated his next words. "Honestly, I've never been like this," he panted and took a step back, his eyes scanning your face.

And then he picked up his clothes from the floor and he was gone, leaving you alone in his room.

You'd known this would probably be a one time thing, even as he alluded to a future in his lust-frenzied dialogue, but this was kind of cold, even for Loki.

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Connected - Stiles x reader

Part one

Summary: The second part to 'Misconnected'. When Stiles comes back to college after you accidentally sent him a text thirsting after him that was meant for your friend, things become a little more real.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, oral sex, vaginal sex, let me know if you find anything else xx

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A/N: Hi, hope you're doing well, thanks for all the love on the first part I really appreciate it xx

word count: 4346

You sat at your desk on Sunday night tapping your fingers nervously on the wood, trying to focus on whatever was on the screen in front of you.

Stiles: at baggage claim, will be there in about 20 minutes

You were out of your chair so quickly you were worried you'd wake up anyone in the surrounding rooms with the loud noise the piece of furniture made scraping across the linoleum floor. You were pacing back and forth again, phone in hand rereading his text over and over. Then, you were scurrying into the bathroom to get ready, well, more or less ready, for this late hour. You looked at your room from all different angles to make sure everything was in its right place, your nerves rising with every passing minute.

Were you even wearing the right thing? Sure your pajama pants - college-shirt combo was comfy but it didn't necessarily scream sex-appeal. At least you'd put on a matching set of underwear that made you feel a little more put together, and to be honest, that was supposed to be the most important part anyway, right? If he still wanted you in that way, that was. Oh, god, what if he'd changed his mind? You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down.

Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you viewed it, before you had any more time to overthink, your phone pinged with a new notification from your favorite former Beacon Hills resident.

Stiles: here :)

You took another shaky breath, your hands getting clammy, as you grabbed the key card and practically flew out of your room, your heart pitter-pattering to the sound of your brisk walk.

You could see his silhouette fidgeting behind the glass door in the dim light of this November evening and you were relieved to see that he was nervous, too.

"Hi," you said with a shy smile as as you opened the door for him.

"Hi," he said quietly back, an equally tentative smile playing on his lips as he looked into your eyes and he walked past you into the hallway of your hall with the flickering fluorescent ceiling lights, already busy taking off his winter coat while trying to hold onto his backpack.

"How's your dad?" you asked as he stopped to detangle himself from the backpack-jacket situation and he filled you in on the happenings in Beacon Hills, following you upstairs to your dorm room as some of the tension between you faded.

You felt more nervous again, though, when you caught him staring at you. Maybe the pajama hadn't been the right choice, you thought, fidgeting with the band of your shorts, tying and untying it and biting your lip before you finally unlocked the door.

"You wanna watch Star Wars?" you asked with a little waver in your voice, both of you walking into your relatively small dorm, and as you looked up at him, you hoped he hadn't noticed your uncertainty.

But then he raised his soft, whiskey colored eyes from looking at your choice in clothing up to meet yours. He had never looked at you in this way before and it nearly made your heart stop.

Stiles smiled at you replying, "I'd like that a lot."

You returned his smile, finally closing the door to your room behind you. The moment you turned back around to him he had moved so much closer than you'd expected, caging you in against the door, one hand on either side of your hips, and absentmindedly licking his lips. Stiles looked down at your lips before meeting your eyes again as you tried to level your breathing. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne, cedar and something warm but sweet, when he leaned down gauging your reaction with raised eyebrows and slightly parted lips, and you were already beginning to close your eyes in anticipation as you could feel his breath fan over your face.

Frustratingly enough, though, Stiles took his time. You opened your eyes again, reaching your hands out to wind them into the hair at the nape of his neck. You didn't comment on the way you could see the goosebumps on his arms and his breath hitched when you leaned up to finally close the distance between the two of you.

This was what it was supposed to feel like. As your lips moved together in harmony and Stiles' warm, big hands gently grabbed your waist to pull you in even closer, you sighed in relief, the anxiety that you had been plagued by for most of the weekend finally leaving your body to make space for axhiliration and anticipation. Stiles felt like home, like you had done this uncountable times before. Comfy, familiar, but exciting; perfect.

You couldn't believe you were able to just do this now when you'd spent literal years wondering what it would feel like to get to kiss him and it was better than you'd ever imagined.

Your lips parted from his and he quietly asked, "So, Star Wars?" with a goofy smile and you nodded, trying to find your words.

"Do you want to sleep over?" you tentatively asked.

Stiles looked at you for only a second, but long enough to make you nervous again.

You began to ramble, "We don't need to do anything, I just thought that it's already pretty late and if we watch more than one movie, we'll probably fall asleep to it, so -"

A quick kiss shut you up. Stiles leaned back to observe your reaction, "Sounds good," he replied with a smile that calmed you slightly, "I'm gonna get changed into my PJs, too," he added. Stiles looked up at you once, trying to figure out what exactly it was that had your mind racing like that, as he kneeled down to fish his clothes out of his small backpack and came back up to stand in front of you. "Relax," he said, "same thing goes for you. Nothing has to happen tonight. I already like you," Stiles reassured you and kissed your cheek briefly before disappearing into your bathroom.

Your shoulders dropped as some of the tension left your body.

In the time he took to get ready for your sleepover, you prepared your room, turning on the fairy lights you had bought your freshman year so that you may never have to use the evil and nearly blinding ceiling light. You put popcorn in the microwave putting the timer on the exact time it would take to pop the most popcorn kernels without burning, to not wake up the rest of the residents of South Hall like that time someone burned rice your sophomore year. You also gathered as many pillows and blankets as you could fit on the bed and set up the TV.

Stiles was so quiet when he walked back into your room as you fiddled with the remote, you could barely keep yourself from yelping out in surprise as he touched your shoulder.

You turned around gasping as he caught your lips in another soft kiss, parting with a smile. You probably wouldn't get tired of finally getting to do that for a long time, if ever. You snorted in amusement when you looked down to examine his choice of sleepwear. He stood in front of you, clad in a Star Wars t-shirt and red-checkered pajama pants.

"This is a coincidence, I swear," Stiles mumbled, grinning softly and you rolled your eyes replying, "sure. This is just proof that you have indoctrinated me."

He gave you this look again, though, and you bit your lip trying not to think too hard about all of this again. The idea of Stiles being just as infatuated with you as you were with him was a new thing to get used to and it made you feel weak in the knees.

The microwave beeped, relieving you for a moment from these nerves circulating through you, somehow making you feel hot and cold simultaneously at the tiniest indication that Stiles was looking at you. No matter what he said, no matter that rationally , you knew this wasn't that big of a deal, your body wouldn't comply and finally stop with the jitters.

Stiles went and took the popcorn out, motioning for you to sit down on the bed already and you followed suit.

"Do you want a blanket?" He asked quietly as he put the snack bowl next to you on the bed. You watched him as he pulled your favorite blanket out of the mountain of pillows and blankets you had thrown onto the bed. There was something so comfortably domestic about the certainty he had with knowing you that you'd never previously felt before with the people you'd liked. Of course there was with Stiles, you'd been friends with him for forever and he had already spent countless days and nights getting to know you, in any room you claimed as yours, watching movies. And yet...

Stiles smiled at you as he pulled the wonderfully fluffy blanket over your lap, his smile softening. He paused, taking you in and whispered, "you're so pretty," and sat down next to you, looking like he wasn't really expecting it when you extended the fabric over to him and leaned against his shoulder, able to hear his quickly pacing heart as he swallowed. You pressed the play button on the remote.

"Do you want to go to that cafe down the street for breakfast tomorrow morning?" Stiles asked when the beginning credits he'd made you watch so many times before started to roll. He pressed a kiss crown of your head that made your stomach flutter.

"That would be nice, Sti."

"Just to eliminate confusion;" his arms tightened slightly around your shoulders, "I am asking you out on a date."

You smiled up at him, "and I accept your request," you said before turning your body to face his, pressing another quick kiss to his lips.

At least that was the idea.

But he felt so nice and comfortable and right, he drew you in like your favorite hot drink after you spent all day in the snow. And he smelled like Stiles and he was soft and so warm, just him. So you leaned in more as Stiles' hands came up to gently brush across your cheeks and you deepened the kiss, letting your hands rest on his built shoulders.

You didn't lean far away from his mouth when the kiss ended, your slightly swollen lips still brushing his as you quietly admitted, "you feel like home, Stiles."

You could feel him smiling into your next kiss, reciprocating the gesture you discarded your blanket when his hands gripped your waist.

"I'm not going to lie, I was worried for the entire weekend that you only wanted me for my body," he joked, "good to know that that's apparently not the case."

You smirked up at him. "Well," you drew the word out, raising your eyebrows in playful contemplation and Stiles' smile grew as he leaned in to steal another quick kiss from you. You shook your head with a smile and rolled your eyes. Your hands cautiously moved to the base of his neck and you told him, "No way. Now that I know, there's no one I'd rather be with in whatever way you'll have me. Your body's just a perk."

Stiles snorted and nodded, his thumbs drawing circles on top of the thin layer of fabric of your shirt that separated his skin from yours, "good," he said, "because now that I know, I'm not letting you go anytime soon."

You stared at his dark eyes in contemplation for another moment. Then, you lurched forward, wanting to engage him in another heated kiss that would turn your world upside down, practically throwing yourself into his lap. Stiles was barely able to catch both you and the popcorn bowl next to you threatening to topple over, placing it on top of the microwave to keep it safe.

Then, he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer into his lap, taking you in before he kissed you slowly, relaxed, as if you had all the time in the world.

Your hands grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him even closer, not leaving a single millimeter between your bodies as you deepened the kiss, the heat between you growing as one of Stiles' hands reached for your jaw, angling your chin up to him.

Your lips parted and you let your hands wander across his torso, his voice raspy when he quietly told you, "I didn't think it could get better than facetime sex, but this is already so much better."

"So you're saying I'm bad at facetime sex?" you joked.

"No, no," Stiles scrambled to defend himself and you pulled his shirt over his head to chuck it in some corner, not being able to control yourself anymore after years of not getting to do this. You took a deep breath when you saw the real deal so close in front of you; those years of Lacrosse had really done him good, you thought, stealing another kiss.

"Just, this," he whispered against your lips, "you right in front of me and being able to touch you makes it feel more real. Like, you actually want me," Stiles panted and you giggled as you connected your lips again.

"I do," you agreed. Your eyes shot up to his and you were impressed when his eyes barely left yours as you pulled your own sleepshirt over your head and you tried to ignore the heat you felt in your face. "For the record," you said, taking your sleep shorts off as well, leaving you only in your panties, and you didn't miss the way Stiles' eyes finally wandered hungrily over your exposed skin. "I really want you," you concluded, leaning forward once more to catch his lips with yours and you sat back down in his lap, Stiles' hands immediately holding on to your waist.

You could feel his deliciously hard bulge underneath you when you adjusted your positioned in his lap and you arched your back with a soft sigh and told him, "I really want you to fuck me, Stiles."

He opened his eyes to meet yours in question. Apparently, he found in them what he was looking for. With more ease than you would have accredited him, Stiles flipped you over, your back flat on the mattress, your head meeting the pillow, and he rolled his hips against your in a fluid motion, your eyes rolling back in your head.

You were positive you let out the filthiest moan you'd ever heard from yourself. You could barely see the brown in his eyes anymore when you looked up at them, but they twinkled so beautifully in the room illuminated only by your fairy lights.

Your fingers scratched down the smooth skin of Stiles' back and he moaned in the back of his throat.

"I," he begins, kissing down your neck and across the swell of your breasts before he looks up at you, "love these," he concludes, cupping your tits.

Your hands wandered down to the strings of his pajama pants tentatively, but they were quickly stopped by Stiles' own.

"Now that I have you right in front of me instead of on a phone screen," he told you, "I'm gonna take my time with you."

His breath fanned over your sensitive nipples and the moment you wanted to lift your hands again, Stiles had pressed them down into the mattress next to you with a chuckle, shaking his head softly at you before moving down your body so his torso found purchase in between your legs, his head suddenly so close to your core, you had difficulty remembering how to breathe.

Stiles pushed your panties down your legs, meeting your eyes for only one second before pushing your wrists into the mattress again, looking at your wet pussy, making you squirm with need.  The anticipation was killing you.

"I want to taste you, babe," he said and your hips bucked up slightly and impatiently feeling hotness pool in your stomach from only his words and the anticipation of finally feeling him.

"Do you want me to?" he asked, his voice sounding strained.

"Please, Stiles," you panted, clenching your hands into fists.

He placed a kiss on your inner thigh, so close to your core just to torture you, you were sure.

Then he nipped closer to where you wanted him and you whined. "Just - do it, Stiles, please, I need you," you begged.

"Where's the fun in that?" he chuckled, "I've been thinking about this all weekend, I'm gonna make it last."

You threw your head back in frustration, your fingers immediately sinking into his hair and gripping it roughly making him gasp, when he finally let go of your wrists in order to you push your thighs farther apart. You yanked on the strands of his hair once to try and direct his face (and more importantly his mouth) to where you wanted him most, receiving a not so light slap on the delicate skin of your inner thigh that made you gasp in pleasure.

"Your going to have to learn to be a little more patient for me, babe." Stiles' voice sounded gravelly but you were mostly concentrating on the fact that his head was retreating rather than moving closer to your heated core.

Then he lowered his head again to trail another line of kisses along your inner thigh meeting your gaze for a moment and you groaned in frustration.

The look he gave you upon the noises you were making should be a federal offense and the sight of him between your thighs was absolutely sinful. This was really happening, after countless times you'd imagined what it would be like, nothing came close. And then his lips drew up into a primal grin that you'd never seen on him before, and he whispered, "beg me for it again and I just might comply."

You huffed in annoyance before following suit, begging as if your life depended on it, "please," you gasped, another kiss placed on the sensitive skin next to your core, "Pretty please, Sti, I want to cum so bad."

"Good girl," he praised caressing your inner thigh lovingly, "your wish is my command."

Finally, he pressed a kiss against your clit. You gasped in pleasure at finally being able to feel his touch on you, as he opened his mouth to let his tongue explore your folds and lap up your juices.

Stiles' hands pushed your thighs even father apart when you absentmindedly tried to clench them together, arching your back at the feeling of having him suck harshly on your clit.

You could feel his grin against you as he laid his arm on top of your lower stomach when your hips tried to buck up in pleasure again and he rasped, "you've gotta stay still if you want to cum, babe. And you've gotta let me hear you, too. You want to be good for me don't you? Wanna be my good girl?"

You replied with a frustrated groan and Stiles lowered his mouth to your pussy again as the cries fell freely from your lips.

Soon though, you could feel the fingers of his right hand wander further and further down until Stiles' index finger entered you slowly, only beginning to thrust in and out of you shallowly and much more slowly than you would have liked. If Stiles kept teasing you like this you were going to explode.

"Please go faster, please," you begged, whining, and as if he had waited for exactly that, Stiles began to swirl his tongue around your clit with more ferocity and in harsher circles before letting his teeth graze it, entering a second finger into your heat and beginning to pick up the pace, hitting your g-spot for the first time. That was exactly when your world exploded and your pussy clamped down on his long fingers, your body writhing underneath him as you screamed his name.

You were panting hard, barely able to catch your breath as you calmed down from the high. You yanked Stiles up to you to capture his lips in a heated kiss, pressing your body against his. Your hands quickly grabbed for his pajama pants, pulling them down so quickly, Stiles barely had time to register it before stepping out of the pant legs.

He was coming back onto the bed to kneel in front of you, in between your legs, in nothing but his blue boxers with an obvious bulge and a slightly wet patch that had you absentmindedly biting down on your lip in anticipation.

You licked your lips, looking back up into his beautiful eyes as you let your palm wander over his clothed cock, the warmth and weight of it making you whimper.

You dragged his boxers down slowly, finally being able to see him with your own two eyes in 4k, the camera hadn't done it justice. He was heavy and long, easily the prettiest cock you'd ever seen, the tip reddened and glistening with a drop of precum that you swiped off with your thumb. You locked eyes with Stiles when you put your thumb in your mouth to taste the salt and bitterness of his precum, sucking lightly. You tried to suppress your chuckle when he threw his head back and groaned lowly at the image in front of him.

You licked your hand in preparation and Stiles moaned, even more so when your palm finally made contact with the length of his cock. You got to jerk him exactly three times, swiping your thumb over the head of his cock before Stiles told you with ragged breath, "please stop, babe, I want be inside you."

You nodded frantically, "yes, please, I want to feel you so bad, Stiles," you replied clenching your thighs before Stiles pushed them open again, pleasure surging through you as you felt his short nails dig into the sensitive skin.

Slowly, he laid down on top of you and he rolled his hips against yours, his cock brushing through your folds and hitting your clit. Stiles placed a sweet, long kiss on your lips one of his hands coming up to draw soothing circles on your hips.

"Are you -"

"I'm sure," you replied immediately, leaning in to give him another short kiss.

Stiles nodded smiling, "good. Do you have -"

"I'm on birth control," you reassured and he chuckled at the way you knew what he wanted to say.

"Please Sti," you asked, raising your hips to direct the tip of his cock closer to your entrance, closing your eyes for a moment as you felt the heat of his head in your wet entrance.

Stiles moaned and finally he complied without teasing you. You could feel his thick, veiny cock slowly stretch out the walls of your pussy, taking his time and breathing heavily, until he was bottoming out in you. You dug your nails into his broad back trying to ground yourself in this moment, making him groan.

"I never want to do anything but this ever again," you moaned at the way he was filling you so perfectly.

Stiles nodded in agreement. "You feel so good," he sighed, letting his head fall onto the juncture between your shoulder and your neck.

He placed a kiss against your skin there and you smiled. Stiles' hands gripped your waist as he slowly began moving inside of you, the drag already making you unable to think clear. You arched your back at the drag of his hard cock inside you and linked your legs together beneath his ass, getting him to reach even deeper within you.

"Go faster," you demanded short of breath, grabbing one of his hands and intertwining it with yours in order to be able to hold on to something.

Stiles picked up the pace, letting out the most lewd moan you'd ever heard as he began to pound into you in harsh, quick thrusts. The hand that held onto your hips travelled in between your bodies to roughly circle your throbbing clit making you cry out and you gripped the hand joined with yours so tightly you wouldn't have been surprised if you'd sprained it.

"God, you're so tight," Stiles groaned, "so good for me" he sighed, placing another kiss on your neck and driving into you even harder.

You reciprocated the action, screaming his name so loud your voice cracked as he hit that spot inside you just right over and over again making you go crazy, clenching around him, heat pooling inside your core. You were so close.

His eyes met yours for a brief second before he pinched your swollen clit lightly and you came, walls fluttering around his cock, your body jerking uncontrollably underneath him, sending him over the edge as well. You could feel him spilling himself into you with a sensual cry.

You loved the way you could feel him spurt inside you, fucking his cum deeper into you still, his hips stuttering, until both of you calmed down and stilled in each others arms, his head resting on your chest.

Stiles looked up at you with those big brown eyes, his hair all messy from sex and you had never seen anything as beautiful as him. He smiled and leaned up to place a long, lascivious kiss on your lips making your stomach flutter again.

You leant back against your pillow in contentment and Stiles flopped onto his own back to not suffocate you with his weight. Not even having caught his breath yet really, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you, telling you, "I think I've been in love with you since forever," while Star Wars quietly kept playing in the background as you fell asleep on Stiles Stilinski's chest with a soft smile.

Thanks for reading, hope you have a wonderful rest of your day/night xx

#stiles stilinski #stiles x you #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles x reader #stiles fanfiction #stiles stilinski x y/n #smut #fluff #friends to lovers

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Hi :)

I just wanted to say thanks to everyone who read, replied, liked and reblogged both of my stories, Jealousy and Misconnected.

I appreciate and see every single engagement, I'm just a wee bit shy, but I am very happy people like my writing, thank you so much.

I am also here to say that I have finished writing the second part of Misconnected, which I'll probably post either today or tomorrow at the latest :D

I have also been working on other things, including a Loki x reader roommate AU oneshot, which I'll publish sometime next week.

That's all, thanks for reading, and I hope you have a good day or night xx

#Stiles x reader #stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles x you #Stiles Stilinski oneshot #Stiles oneshot #Loki x reader

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Masterlist

Teen Wolf

Stiles Stilinski

Misconnected -smut, fluff, friends to lovers, slight college au - 3.6 k - You thought you had sent the thirsty message to your friend but instead the person you were thirsting after, Stiles Stilinski, was the receiver of the message.

Connected - smut, fluff, friends to lovers, slight college au - 4.3 k - The second part to ‘Misconnected’. When Stiles comes back to college after you accidentally sent him a text thirsting after him that was meant for your friend, things become a little more real.

Jealousy - smut, fluff, jealousy - 3.3 k - You and Stiles are waiting for your friends at your favorite diner to go see the new Black Widow movie as a cute waiter decides to flirt with you. Stiles doesn’t like that at all.

Marvel

Loki Laufeyson

Music to Your Ears - smut, roommate AU, author!Loki - 5.3 k - Loki, your roommate has made it his mission in life to torture you, often by playing music at the worst time. Today you’ve had enough.

Things I'm working on:

Marvel

Bucky - various oneshots

Steve - various oneshots

Thor - various oneshots

Loki - various oneshots

Pietro - a really long oneshot that might actually turn into a mini series

Criminal Minds

Spencer Reid - various oneshots and two series

disclaimer: I do not write real people fics, I do not write insecure readers, I do not write about minors, all characters are at least 18+

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Misconnected - Stiles x reader

Summary: You thought you had sent the thirsty message to your friend but instead the person you were thirsting after, Stiles Stilinski, was the receiver of the message.

Warnings: Smut, fluff, phone sex, mutual masturbation, let me know if you find anything else, minors DNI

AO3 link (oh my god I figured out how to do that!)

masterlist

A/N: I truly don't know what came over me lol

Word count: 3694

Part 2

You stared at your phone in horror.

First, at the name and then at the text you had just hit 'send' on. You were going to have to go the full nine - new name, new town, new identity.

The check marks were still gray but you couldn't know if he had seen it when it lit up his screen or not. And even if he hadn't seen it yet, he would, eventually. You started to sweat. And fidget. Was your heart rate still non-threatening or should you get checked?

You jumped off your bed needing to get away from your phone, beginning to pace back and forth in your dorm with quick steps. It didn't take long before you heard the dreaded ping of your cell - Stiles had never been good at being away from his phone for long anyway. The fact that he had just texted you while you were trying to open the chat with Allison making his chat appear on top of the list without you noticing made you want to throw your phone out of the window and move into a secluded hut somewhere up the mountains. Or at least you'd probably never let something like this happen again.

You couldn't look at it.

He had seen it.

You picked up your basket and left the room, closing the door quietly behind you and waiting for the automatic light to illuminate the hallway. You quietly walked downstairs trying to not wake up anybody with a light sleep and entered the dingy washroom in the basement of your college hall to put a load of your clothes in the wash. Even once the laundry was in the machine and you'd turned it on, you didn't have any more courage to look at Stiles' reply. You grew more anxious by the second. There was no use. He had seen your stupid text and he had replied to it, probably.

So you sighed and walked back up to your room, sitting down on your bed and picking up your phone. You were still not able to unlock it, your heart hammering in your chest. You felt sick.

Even just thinking about what you had accidentally typed up and sent Stiles made you want to scream and leave the country. Literally. If you weren't picky, maybe you'd have enough money for a ticket.

You: No offense but half of the time we hang out, I want Stiles to fucking pound me into the mattress

The idea of seeing blue ticks next to this message made you want to hurl. You've ruined everything, your dignity and even worse, your years-long friendship with Stiles.

Your fingers were shaking as you debate whether or not you actually wanted to turn on the screen or simply pretend none of this ever happened for the rest of your life. It's not like you had anybody but yourself to blame, though.

Maybe it hadn't even been Stiles who had texted you, you had been in a conversation with Allie at the same time anyway. But you didn't know if that would be better or worse. You figured, though, that it was probably worst if he saw your message and then decided to ignore it completely.

Yes, worst of all would be the view of just the blue check marks and the little 'read' underneath, no message, you decided.

You took a deep breath and with a pounding heart you let the screen light illuminate your face.

Stiles: No offense taken.

You wanted to scream.

What the hell was that even supposed to mean? Did he always put periods at the end of his texts? This had not helped you be calmer at all. He wasn't even using any emojis for fuck's sake.

You: Oh?

You felt a little stupid immediately after hitting send. This was about the dumbest thing you could have responded with, but you truly didn't know what else to say without further incriminating yourself and accidentally revealing your feelings for one of your closest friends.

The bubbles on Stiles' side of the conversation popped up and you calmly laid your phone back down onto the bed, your stomach dropping.

But you couldn't keep your eyes away anymore.

Stiles: I'm guessing that message wasn't for me but I didn't mind reading it

Your eyebrows shot up. No way was he okay with this. Stiles had been awkward in high school about anything to do with girls, eager, sure, but fumbling about himself. So he either didn't reciprocate your sentiments or was a lot smoother than you had thought. This could not be what you thought it was though, right? If this was what you thought it was, then why hadn't he ever said anything?

Your heart was pounding and you breathed shallowly. You were nervous as you typed your next response.

You: Yeah? You want to fuck me into the mattress?

NO.

What the fuck kind of response was that? But before you could erase it your thumb had already hit the send button automatically and you'd decided that tomorrow you were going to change schools. Maybe you should think about getting institutionalized, there was clearly something wrong with you if you thought that that was an appropriate thing to send to your friend who you had a not so small crush on in the middle of the night.

He wasn't even here right now, he was back in Beacon Hills for the weekend. Perfect time to quietly fake your own death and leave.

You started to pace up and down in your room again. Hopefully you weren't annoying whoever had the displeasure of living in the dorm on the floor below yours.

And then his face appeared large on your phone screen along with the options to "accept" and "decline" the FaceTime call.

Your breath stuck in your throat as your heart rate picked up. You couldn't not answer, he knew you were awake and on your phone. And you weren't a coward, you reminded yourself, despite the thoughts you'd had about running away.

You had not expected him to actually FaceTime you. You were way too chicken to flirt with him in real life, what made him think you'd be able to talk face to face with him after sending him that message?

And, oh god, this was Stiles.

What if you'd fuck anything up with him? No matter anything romantic, you couldn't afford to lose his friendship by any means. What if it was already too late?

You swallowed, and then, with shaky hands, you pressed the green button to answer the call.

"Hi," he said once you could see his face. He was wearing a Star Wars shirt and his hair was even more unruly than usual, he had probably been close to going to sleep. He looked incredibly handsome and you pressed your lips together at the sigh of his pretty face. His expression was unreadable, which was not usually the case, so something was definitely not right, and it was probably you.

"Hi," you replied with a shaky voice before quickly adding, "please tell me we're still friends, we'll still be friends, right? I'm so sorry."

"Wow, Y/N," he said. "Calm down. We're good," he reassured you, "In whatever way we see fit, but it'll be fine."

You breathed out and let your shoulders fall, feeling now how much tension you had held in them. His words still didn't give you one hundred percent security that truly nothing was going to negatively impact the relationship the two of you had, but his sincerity promised that at least Stiles didn't want it to.

"I'm not actually sure why I called you," Stiles mused, "maybe this was a bad idea."

You were kind of relieved. He had sounded slightly abrasive in the texts but knowing that he wasn't so sure about this situation either was a calming thought.

"Hey, no wait," you said and before you could think about it twice, you added, "I'm glad you called." And you were.

"Yeah?" he asked, his face lighting up, and you nodded reassuringly.

"So, who was the message actually for?" he asked tentatively but his lips were graced with a smirk.

Well. There it was. The one million dollar topic breaching question.

"It was for Allie. I should have really checked the name again before typing that Sti, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable."

Sure, his tone had sounded flirty adjacent through the texts you'd exchanged but that didn't mean that your feelings and sentiments were reciprocated.

His voice sounded slightly raspier through the speaker but his face was still unreadable when he replied, "You really didn't." He paused. "No, I," he said and something clattered to the floor in the background as I saw him move, "I've been feeling the same way."

Your eyes shot back to his honey colored ones. You laughed, "What you want to fuck me into the mattress?"

His Adam's apple bobbed, "Well, if you phrase it like that, then, yeah."

You breathed out in relief, "Good. We're on the same page, then."

"Are we? I don't just," Stiles' eyebrows raised slightly, "Want that. I want the whole deal."

A smile formed on your lips as you readjusted your phone on your desk so you could sit on your dorm bed comfortably. "Yes," you nodded, "I've liked you for years, Stiles. I can't believe you didn't pick up on it at all."

"Sorry if I assumed it was just wishful thinking," Stiles sasses back with a smirk on his lips. His voice sounded a little quieter through the speaker as he added, "so, would you like to go out for dinner next week sometime?"

"I would like that," you nodded with a bright smile and picked up your phone assuming this was going to be the end of the phone call.

"Wait, is that my shirt?"

You swallowed and nodded slowly.

"Looks good on you," he prompted and you began to try to explain yourself.

"You forgot it at my dorm last week when you spilled ramen and I -" you rambled.

"It's fine, I mean it. You look incredible. You should keep it."

You thought on it for a second. "Won't smell like you anymore at some point," you mumbled and Stiles laughed.

Your eyes explored the handsome features of his face that you should already be more than familiar with at this point and you admired the soft smile on Stiles' lips when a new idea formed in your head. You weren't exactly ready to end the call yet.

"You're in your room, right?"

"Yeah, I'm at my dad's. He's at the Sheriff's Station tonight," he confirmed.

You positioned the phone back on the desk in front of you, angled less toward the ceiling and more toward you this time.

"Would you," you made sure your shirt-clad body was visible to him, "want to see what's underneath your shirt?"

Stiles' eyebrows shot up and he nodded frantically, "only if you want to. I don't want t o pressure you into anything or anything, you know, because you sent that message," he rambled, "and I don't want you to think that's all I want, honestly if we never did anything that would be fine, too -" He prattled on but you just shook your head chuckling softly.

Your hands had been at the seams of his shirt before he'd even begun to speak. "It's alright, Stiles. I really want to."

Stiles swallowed as you slowly began to reveal more and more skin. His breath hitched as you'd pulled the shirt up enough to reveal the beginnings of the swell of your breasts and you smiled to yourself proudly when you followed how Stiles' eyes hungrily moved over your exposed skin.

He quietly whispered "holy shit," more to himself than to you when you'd finally pulled the shirt over your head, revealing your bare chest. "Please never wear clothes again," he breathed and you laughed.

"Bet you'd like to see me like this in person," you teased.

"You have no idea. I would do anything to be able to touch you right now."

You smiled at him and his words gave you enough confidence to slip off your sleep shorts as well, leaving you only in your panties.

Stiles' eyes rolled back and he bit his lower lip lightly as he sat back against a gray pillow you recognized as the one on his bed. "Touch yourself for me, Y/N," his voice sounded hoarse to your ears.

"You too," you whispered back with bright eyes. Your fingertips began to tentatively graze along your sides moving upward.

"Are you sure?" He asked sitting up straighter, "I know that the view through a phone camera isn't necessarily the nicest one -"

"Please," you whimpered as the pads of your thumbs caressed your already pebbled nipples.

"If you ask nicely, I'll do nearly anything," he groaned.

"Please take off your clothes, Sti," you replied. "For me?"

He complied quicker than you'd expected, rushed making the phone fall from it's propped up position, now only facing the ceiling, and you were sure you'd heard something loud fall to the floor.

When he faced the camera next time you were met with raised eyebrows and a naked chest.

He placed the phone in a way that gave you a full view of him, finally, and you realized he'd been a big fat liar. There was nothing unappealing about him, not even through a phone screen. You licked your lips hungrily as your eyes raked over his form. The years of Lacrosse had done him good and if you couldn't see him fidgeting nervously on his bed he might have looked similar to a Greek statue. Well, except for his cock. Stiles was, by all accounts, definitely bigger than any statue you had ever seen. Or any real life person.

His cock fell softly against his stomach as he leaned back against his pillow and you moaned, beginning to knead your tits, the visual you were getting enough to rile you up. Stiles' darkened eyes, nearly the color of unsweetened coffee by now, met yours again.

"You're so beautiful," you said, and with that sentence alone, most of the nervousness you had seen in his posture vanished.

"Have you ever thought about me before?" you asked and Stiles chuckled lightly.

"Only every single day," he said his hands curled up in fists by his sides.

You pushed your last piece of clothing hurriedly off your body, sat up and angled yourself on your small twin-sized bed in a way that allowed Stiles to see every bit of your body.

"What have you been thinking about, Stiles?" you asked, trying on your most seductive tone.

"You mean, like," he raised his eyebrows and you laughed.

"Yes, Stiles," you said smirking, "We're both naked, I am talking about your masturbation fantasies."

You could see him swallow hard, but he didn't look opposed to the idea of sharing, so you simply continued with what you had been doing before, knowing Stiles would like that.

Your hands roamed over your body again. You tried to catch Stiles' eye every now and then, as he began to ramble. "When I think about you like that, I usually, uh, think about," he swallowed, "bending you over your desk and taking you from behind, making you scream and beg for me." He paused looking at you and licked his lips, "Can you touch your clit for me?"

You nod frantically, the more confident and demanding tone in his voice turning you on even more and you sighed and begged, "Please, touch yourself, too, Sti. Please." Your hands wandered down to the soft flesh of your thighs, making sure Stiles could see the way your fingers caressed upwards.

"Stiles, I'm so wet for you," you moaned as your fingers swiped along your lips up to your swollen clit and he responded alike with a low groan. His big hands landed on his stomach right next to the tip of his cock glistening with precum. You'd always thought Stiles looked hot, but he was downright ethereal like this.

"Go on, Sti, what else do you want to do to me?" You asked, very aware of the fact that this time, it wasn't a hypothetical question but more one of anticipation. Just like him, you'd let him do nearly anything to you, knowing you were in good hands.

Stiles' hands moved to his pretty reddened cock now, tentatively moving his fingers along his length.

"When I have you bend over your desk," you could barely keep yourself from throwing your head back at the implications and he went on to heatedly say "your pretty little pussy on display for me and my cock buried deep inside of you, I want to grab your hair in my hands and hear you moan for me. I can just tell you'll like that kind of pain. I want you to beg for me, Y/N."

Desperately, the word "please," slipped past your lips. Two of your fingers slipped easily into your pussy and you sighed at the welcoming feeling. Your eyes met Stiles' who'd raised his eyebrows in warning and without either one of you saying anything else, you pulled your fingers back out and lifted the shining digits to your lips. You held eye contact with his usually honey-colored eyes and wrapped your lips around your fingers, moaning at your own taste more because Stiles was watching you so intently than because of the actual taste. Stiles' eyes rolled back into his head and he began to jerk his thick cock slowly.

"Would you like that, baby?" he asked with a rough voice, "me pulling your hair as I fuck into you so hard you can barely take it?"

"Please," you moaned again, bringing your fingers back to your pussy to rub your clit frantically.

"Can you be a good girl and fuck your fingers for me, too?" He asked. God, how did he already know how to push all of your buttons? You nodded wildly and you inserted your still spit-wet fingers back into your aching core working up a rhythm that matched the speed of the finger that was flicking quickly across your clit.

"Something else I like to imagine when I get off to the thought of you is how hot you look in your cute little dresses you wear to professor Stevens' lectures, I can barely concentrate when you sit next to me. I just want to slide my fingers up your pretty thighs and fingerfuck you right there whispering to you that you need to keep quiet while I get you off," he said and you could see his thumb rubbing across the slit of his swollen cockhead, the precum beading down and slowly collecting on his hand.

"Do you think you could handle it if I'd stroke you through your pants, then? If I rubbed you so you'd have to hide your big erection with your bag and I'd tell you to go to the bathroom so that I can go three minutes later, too? So that I could wrap my lips around your cock and take it all the way down my throat or so that you could fuck me in the good bathroom against the cold tiles? Knowing that the people sitting around us probably would know that we're fucking in the bathroom?"

You could feel how close you were, your body sweaty and your fingers quickly working yourself over, your walls starting to clamp down on your digits.

Stiles moaned louder than you could have ever imagined, daring you to match him and the pace he was setting as he quickly jerked his delicious length. "Everybody in that room would be jealous thinking about how I was the one allowed to touch you," Stiles rasped, "the one to be allowed to bite your nipples, eat you out, push my cock into you whenever I want. Bet they'd want to watch, too. And you'd like that wouldn't you? Making everybody see that you're my little slut? Letting everybody know that I can have you whenever, wherever I want?"

"Stiles, fuck," you moaned, "yes. I'm yours," you screamed out as your pussy clenched around your fingers, "I'm gonna cum," you let him know, desperation straining your voice.

"Me too," Stiles said, gripping his cock tighter, "I'm really close. God, you look so hot," he groaned, "I think I'd have to make you cum all night if I was there, you look so gorgeous and absolutely desperate for me."

You looked at him with pleading eyes, "please can I cum, Stiles?"

Stiles threw his head back, jerking his hips up into his fist as he nodded, "Yes, cum for me, Y/N," and the tight coil in your stomach snapped as you pressed your lips together in a nearly silent scream, trying your hardest to keep eye contact as you rocked your hips against your fingers which pressed against your sweetest spot deliciously.

Stiles' eyes rolled back into his head at the sight and he fucked his fist frantically as the moans of your name on his lips strained his voice. With one last powerful thrust, he cried out for you and spurts of his cum landed on his stomach and his hand making you want to go another round. Through the screen, you could see Stiles grab for a tissue box somewhere out of frame and slowly wiping off the cum and you wished you could lick it up instead as your body sunk into the mattress with exhaustion.

"Are you alright?" Stiles asked when he was done with cleaning and met your eyes again.

"Never been better," you replied panting.

"You should probably go pee soon, so you won't get a UTI," he told you and you shook your head chuckling. Of course he would make you fuck yourself through a camera for him but also make you go pee right after.

"Stiles," you breathed into the phone and heard him reply with an equally exhausted confirmation.

"Get back here quickly."

I feel like this could have a part two if anybody wanted it?

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Jealousy - Stiles x Reader

Summary: You and Stiles are waiting for your friends at your favorite diner to go see the new Black Widow movie as a cute waiter decides to flirt with you. Stiles doesn't like that at all.

Warnings: Smut, Jealousy

AO3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/31819288

A/N: thanks for reading :)

Word Count: 3364

"They're not gonna come," Stiles informed you, rolling his eyes before he looked up from his phone at you.

You twirled the empty glass of water around in your hand, raising an eyebrow. You sighed. "Typical." It wasn't the first time that Kira and Scott had ditched you in favor of alone time, not by a long shot. In fact, these days it was more likely that they would spend time alone than with you, much to the dismay of Stiles, who missed his best friend. But usually at least Lydia would grace the two of you with her presence instead of working late in the lab.

"Well, I'm really hungry after waiting so long and I still want to see the movie, so screw them and let's finally order," Stiles said, right as a waiter, who seemed to be about our age, was thankfully setting his eyes on our table, on your empty glass of water, to be more precise. The time you had spent here waiting for your no-show friends had made you really hungry, too, and you were grateful your stomach wasn't loudly complaining about it yet.

You nodded along to what Stiles was saying, you wouldn't leave anytime soon, either, just because thing one and thing two didn't manage to show up yet again.

"Cute smile," you mumbled more to yourself than to Stiles when you caught the waiter's eyes. He looked at you, too, quickly, then he looked over at Stiles, before giving you another, more contemplative once over.

"What can I get started for the two of you?" he asked and gave you a sweet smile, his hand moving through his sandy blond and well styled hair before moving to pick up the pen for his notepad. You smiled back at the good looking, tall guy, who you could now see had freckles splattered across his face, giving him yours and Stiles' regular order of, "[your order] and my friend will have a double bacon burger with regular fries and a coke." You smiled up at him again, handing him the menus and adding a "thank you."

The waiter gave you a wink that might very well been a quip or an incentive to get you to give him a twenty percent tip, something you did regardless, and he replied, "coming right up, sweetheart," before taking secure and long step back to the counter of the small establishment.

You turned your attention back onto Stiles who had his eyes settled on the condensation of the empty glass of water in front of him, eyebrows suggesting that he was in thought and the small frown suggesting it was not a pleasant one. His face adjusted back into a slightly friendlier one when he raised his eyes back to find yours were trained on him.

"Do you think they'd bring Natasha back for this one?" He asked.

You shrugged, "I'd like to see it, but I don't know," you mused, "but as far as my research goes, she never had a set in stone contract like most of the other actors, so who knows?"

Stiles pondered on this for a moment, "Either way, I'm just glad we get to see this movie in May of 2020, like we are supposed to  and there is absolutely nothing in the world that can stop us."

Thankfully, the odd look on Stiles' face had vanished and you had moved into an easy conversation, mostly about movies you were planning to watch together soon, as if nothing had happened. Maybe you had just projected a weird reaction onto him.

Soon enough, the cute waiter returned with your order, your stomach this time actually growling when you smelled the hot food, which you sorted out once the waiter had left your table with a "here you go, guys," and you held up your napkin in triumph and with a cheeky smile plastered on your face to show Stiles the name "Max" written on it along with a number scribbled across. You weren't quite sure how you had wanted him to react; if you wanted him to be excited for you or you wanted to see him get upset.

Although you were prepared for both, it was still shocking to see how actually pissy he got.

Stiles rolled his eyes saying, "of course," more to himself than you, his eyebrows knitted together and his jaw clenched, before adding more loudly and in a clearly forced attempt to be funny, "how do you know it's not for me?"

You contemplated your next move, taking a bite of the burger, and you decided that maybe if you played along with his attempt at a joke, the weird tension that had built in your corner of the diner could dissolve. "Oh, you want it?" you said, holding up the napkin for him with a teasing smirk on your lips.

Stiles shrugged, not having anything else funny to say apparently, "No, but why'd he slip you his number anyway? I could've very well been your boyfriend for all he knows. Do we not look couple-y? I think we look couple-y."

Did he want you to look couple-y? Sure, he had joked about you being together before, but you had always assumed that was all it was. Jokes.

You chuckled to yourself and Stiles looked at you, "What, would that be so unrealistic?"

You leaned closer to him over the small table and put on your sweetest smile, "Do you think you might be getting worked up over nothing, Stiles? I literally called you my friend to the waiter."

That shut him up, even if it wasn't for very long, and you decided to take this time to shovel down your food. Stiles still sat there, his tray already nearly empty, thight-lipped, jaw clenched, as if he had something else to add.

"If it makes you feel better," you sighed, "I will throw away the napkin when we leave. I'm not sure what this is about but apparently this waiter is upsetting you."

Stiles mulled over your reply for a second, visibly weighing the options, before answering, "alright."

That hadn't necessarily been what you had assumed his reaction would be. You had assumed he wouldn't want to make a big deal out of it, maybe realizing how silly he was being, maybe retracting some of the things he had said realizing that he was maybe making a bigger deal out of a waiter hitting on you, his friend than there needed to be.

"What's your deal today?" you asked. You had never really seen the otherwise sarcastic and lighthearted boy behave this oddly towards you before.

"Nothing," he replied maybe a little too quickly and too sternly, "Let's just go," he said, putting the last fry between his teeth and throwing enough money on the table to cover for the both of you.

Stubborn as you were, you just couldn't let it go, though. And so you had to pick the conversation back up once the two of you were seated inside Roscoe, the rain pelting softly against the car windows and Stiles shifted the car into drive and out of the parking lot.

For a little while, at least, you managed to keep your tongue, Stiles' music playing softly through the car speakers. Once on the highway in the direction of the theater, though, you just couldn't help it, especially seeing how Stiles was still tense.

"I just don't get why you're mad right now, Sti."

He gripped the wheel tighter, his finger turning white, and at the same time, the rain seemed to come down harder on the windshield. You bit your lip hoping you hadn't agitated him too far.

"Would you just let it go?" He gritted through his teeth, sounding tired suddenly.

"Shit," he cursed as the windshield wipers could finally not keep up with the rain anymore and he merged into the nearest parking lot that was eerily empty besides you.

He whipped his head around to you, sighing frustratedly, "You really want to have this conversation?"

You weren't one hundred percent sure what he was referring to, but if there were button to push, Stiles knew you couldn't not. You nodded raising your eyebrows at him to begin.

"I just-" He still sounded frustrated as he tried to talk over the heavy rain, his first attempt loud enough to startle you slightly. He took a breath and corrected himself, meeting your eyes and speaking softer, "I just don't like that that guy hit on you right in front of me, as if I wasn't even there.

You raised an eyebrow at him. That's not really where you had thought this conversation would go, you'd stupidly imagined that maybe he would just admit that he was jealous. Maybe even that he had a crush on you, but maybe that was just your imagination projecting. "That's all? You just felt ignored by the waiter and that's why you were all pissy with me? That's pretty out of character for you, Stiles."

Stiles didn't respond, he was too busy looking out at the empty parking lot in front of him.

"I told you I said you were my friend to him. Why wouldn't he hit on me, then?" you explained, again, growing impatient.  What the hell was his deal today? You just couldn't shake the idea that there was something more to it. Stiles usually didn't get angry or annoyed this easily, especially not with you.

But he completely ignored what you had said, replying, "I know that you get hit on all the time, obviously. Look at you. And I try so hard to ignore it, but it's so hard when they do it right in front of me."

Oh?

Your stomach fluttered at his admission. Maybe you were getting somewhere with this conversation. You looked at him quizzically. "What's the real issue here, Sti?"

His mouth formed into a thin line as his whiskey colored eyes met yours again, and you see the wheels turn in his head. His eyes shifted over your form in the moonlit car before his heated gaze settled on yours again, his handsome face being illuminated by far away lightning for a few seconds and you had made your choice.

You unbuckled your seatbelt shifting on the seat so that you could face the man on the other side of the car better.

"What are you doing?" He asked flustered as you crossed your legs on the seat and leaned on the back of the seat, moving your face closer to his.

You swallowed, trying to gage what his reaction would be by shifting even closer to him, ignoring your own tumultuous reaction to his close proximity that followed when you shifted even closer to him.

Stiles' breath hitches as you hand landed on the back of his seat, mere centimeters away from the soft skin of his arm, clad only in a blue t-shirt.

He looked beautiful so close up that you could probably count his individual infuriatingly long eyelashes if you tried.

"Kiss me," you requested quietly, your voice barely wavering as your eyes were boring into his, making it clear that you weren't joking.

He looked at you, swallowing, taken aback, but his eyes graced your lips for more than a couple of seconds.

You leaned in even further, being able to smell the nauseating scent of whatever the hell it was he smelled like, his cologne smelled so fucking intoxicating you almost forgot your plan for a second.

"That's what you really want, isn't it? You're mad because you wanted my attention for yourself?"

His eyes were wide with shock before he averted them to look outside the window again, swallowing heavily, but you wouldn't let him avoid you again. This was an important conversation for you. You gently laid a finger on his jaw, turning his head back to yours and he let your hand rest against his skin.

Stiles' voice was barely audible over the rain when he said, "When you told the waiter that I was your friend, I wished that wasn't true. I wished," he took a breath, "we could be more than friends, and when guys hit on you I wouldn't have to be scared that one of these days one of them would become your boyfriend."

He looked scared, just a little bit, and you smiled at him sweetly. It wasn't all that hard to draw his face closer to yours, his amber eyes shining in the warm moonlight and your finger lightly grazed his soft lower lip making his breath hitch again. You leaned in even closer to his face so that you could feel his breath on your lips, finally. "Now, was that so hard?" You whispered.

Stiles parted his lips, ready to answer, but you wouldn't let him. Instead, you tentatively placed your lips on his, and it felt like coming home. The moment your lips met his, you felt sparks light up your entire body and you drew yourself closer to him as you held onto his face with your hands.

At first, Stiles didn't respond, making you worry that you might have misinterpreted his words completely somehow, but when he finally kissed you back, snaking his lithe hands around your waist, he let out the most delicious sound you had ever heard.

You sighed and relaxed against him. Your hands weaved themselves in his incredibly soft hair. This was everything you could have ever imagined.

His fingers tightened around your waist, dragging you as close as you could be while still sort of sitting in your seat. The gentle and tentative movements of his soft lips grew more passionate as he realized what was happening.

You needed to close the space between you. Your lips parted from his as you crawled into his lap, and he was hesitant to let go of you to say the least. His soft lips attacked any part of you it could reach, your throat, your shoulder, if he kept this up you were certain you would lose your mind.

You lightly yanked his head back by his hair to focus him back on you before diving in for another kiss. If you would die right now, you would die happy.

You could barely keep yourself from moving in his lap, feeling the evidence of your heated activities against your sex, and the way Stiles looked up at you with hooded eyes you wished you could commit this view to your memory forever.

"Why?" he whispered against your lips, barely having the strength to keep his mouth away from yours for very long.

You smiled at him and your fingers played with the short hair at the nape of his neck. "If you think I can't tell when you're jealous, I've got news. Now you don't have anything to be jealous about anymore."

His eyes studied your face intently for a moment before he yanked your lips back down to his and you would lie if you said that you didn't like it when Stiles took control like that.

You sighed heavily against his lips as he began to guide your hips against his own in a deliciously but frustratingly slow drag.

"Stiles, please," you whimpered against his lips and one of your hands detached itself from his hair to instead follow the curve of his chest until it rested warm above his belt. You bit down on his lip and the most delicious noise came from his throat, spurring you further on in your actions.

He breathed heavily and so did you, as the noise of the belt clacking beneath your swift fingers disturbed the otherwise quiet music coming from the radio in the standing car.

You unbuckled his belt and grinned at him as you unzipped his jeans. Stiles threw his head back against his seat, panting, as you lightly dragged your nails over his still boxer-clad bulge.

You couldn't help yourself, your tongue draped over where you assumed his pulse point was before laying your lips on the same spot and making sure that there would be evidence of your activities tomorrow.

Your hooded eyes met his, and your hand dove into his boxers. You couldn't help your hips from dragging across his lap as you bit down on your lips hard enough to leave a mark when your hand made contact with the impressive girth he hid.

"Holy shit, Stiles, why would you hide this from me?" You laughed.

He smiled, too, "How was I supposed to know you'd want me?"

Your fingers experimentally stroked him as you leaned in closer to his ear, "Who the fuck wouldn't want you, Sti?" Your breath came out shallow as you swirled your thumb across the tip, "Fuck, I've had a crush on you since freshman year of high school with the buzzcut and everything. And you've only gotten hotter since then."

Stiles chuckled and then grunted as you jerked his cock harshly.

"Do you want me to fuck you, Sti?" You asked sweetly and he nodded.

"Yeah, I really want you to fuck me," he replied.

"Good," you said and gave him another salacious kiss, shoving your panties aside and quickly aligning your wet pussy with his cock. You had waited long enough for this to maybe happen to spend anymore time on foreplay.

Stiles dug his fingers into your waist and the thought that he was probably leaving marks on you made you even wetter.

You couldn't believe how good he felt when you slowly sank down on him and he filled you up deliciously in all the right places, as if you were made for each other. The stretch was incredible and you were sure nobody could ever compare to Stiles.

"Fuck, Stiles, god, you need to fuck me," you gasped, simultaneously raising your hips at your own request.

"You know, maybe we shouldn't have done this in my car," he said as he tried to meet your movement sloppily and you moaned loudly when he hit just the right spot inside you.

"I couldn't wait," you gasped, "and fucking in Roscoe is about hte hottest thing I can imagine," you grumbled at him before crushing your lips against his to shut him up and frantically picking up the speed.

"Fuck," he sighed against your neck and you picked up speed.

"Fuck, I'm gonna-" he murmured heatedly against your neck, his thumb quickly moving to deliciously drag across your clit as you cut his voice off with your own voice-cracking moan.

"Me too," you gasped, slamming down on him even more vigorously, enveloped in his intoxicating scent and lost in his whiskey eyes.

Your nails dug into his back through his t-shirt and he moaned into your ear, "cum for me," and then his cock touched you right there, and you saw stars as you writhed on top of him, trying to keep the pace to make him cum, too.

And he did, moaning your name scandalously loud as you still clenched around him, his face pressed into your chest as he breathed through his high.

You both breathed heavily against each other and Stiles looked up at you with those soft puppy-dog eyes and dragged his soft hands up to cup your cheeks. You smiled down at him and leaned in to be greeted by his sweet lips that captured yours in a less needy, less sexual kiss. He was taking his time, now, and you were, too.

"Is it stupid that I'm glad that waiter flirted with me?" you asked quietly against his soft lips and Stiles shook his head grinning.

"Don't even joke about that," he told you before dragging you back down to kiss him urgently again.

"I'll just tell them I have a boyfriend," you said, your heart beating faster at the implication.

Fire was in his eyes again as you looked at him and he replied, "you better," before diving in for another heated kiss.

If it was up to you, you could spend the entire rest of the night wrapped up in each other in Stiles' beloved car like this.

Have a nice day xx

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