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right now - stiles stilinski

pairing: stiles x reader word count: 3,584 warning(s): smut, a lot of it, oral (male receiving), fingering, lots of hickies, etc

a/n: alright so basically i always have this huge thought when i see stiles and how he literally used to be the biggest virgin ever like it’s so cute and it sparked this imagine, also, sorry if it sucks! i kind of wanted to just get it done, but, lmao, enjoy :-)

Stiles Stilinski was too hot to be true.

He was the shit, too. Everyone knew him. He played first line in lacrosse, he had the tonest body I had ever seen, and he was a complete sweetheart, aside from his sarcastic attitude. And I had the absolute honor of being able to be one of his best friends.

Recently, one of his biggest complaints is that he’s in a world where everyone around him fucks like bunnies, and he does not.

I had never understood the big deal of having sex until I experienced it. Stiles was missing out. Sure, the first time - for women at least - kinda hurt, but after 2 or 3 times, it got better. Of course, if I had the chance to, I’d take his virginity in a heartbeat. But, I already knew what he would say if I offered, so I’d always brush that idea to the back of my mind.

Sex was all Stiles talked about. When he would see Lydia in the hallway: sex. When we would talk about reproduction in health: sex. When we sat at the lunch table: sex. You could have a conversation with him about literally anything, and he would find some way to bring up sex. It kind of bugged me, because we got the idea, but the thought of Stiles having sex made up for it.

I bet he’s a moaner.

No - stop that!

But.. -

No!

God.

Anyway, you get the point. Stiles is just all about sex and the act of having it.

And god, I wish I could fuck him. I wish I could be the one to show him what it feels like. I wish I could be his first.

I shake my head at my own thoughts and sigh, tapping my pencil anxiously on my desk. Currently, I’m taking a Geometry test, and it’s not enjoyable whatsoever - it’s such bullshit, she gives us review on things we didn’t learn, and then gets mad when we don’t pass. However, I get by just fine, because I actually study. Stiles, who is in my class, seems to be having a terrible time. I snort quietly at his frustration, looking over at him. (He also, coincidentally, sits next to me.) “Need help?” I whisper, raising a brow. He rolls his eyes and scoffs at me, a gesture that I’m completely used to by now. “No..” He mutters, “I do not need help, Miss Perfect, I’m completely fine.” Miss Perfect was a nickname he called me to annoy me. I really, really fucking hated it. It just.. reminded me of someone who I would never want to be. It’s weird to say that I would never want to be perfect, because almost “Shut the fuck up.” I teased quietly and went back to working, occasionally looking over at Stiles, who was so annoyed with the test, that I think he was about to break his pencil. I rolled my eyes and grabbed his hand, squeezing it gently. “Calm down.” I murmured, “If you need help, just ask me, dude.” “I. Don’t. Need. It.” Stiles whined and squeezed my hand back, writing down an answer, which I saw to be very wrong, but I didn’t comment. Geometry had always been really easy for me, ‘cause I just got math. There wasn’t any type of math that I struggled with. I sighed and nodded, deciding to just leave him be. After the bell had rung, I walked out with Stiles, holding my books to my chest. “How do you think you did?” I asked him, running a hand through my hair.

“Pretty good..” He lied, sighing. “Kidding. Terrible. I think I need a tutor.” “I’ll do it!” I blurted out and looked up at him with a grin, “Let me tutor you. I’ll totally do it.” “Really?” Stiles perked up and grinned, nodding quickly. I was surprised he was on board with the idea, considering the fact that it was so sudden, “I’ll totally let you do it.” “Alright Stilinski, I’ll help. Just - come to mine later, okay? After school? Does that work?” He answered with a nod and shrugged. “Yeah, I’ll drive you. God, thank you so much, Y/N. I don’t even know where I’d be without you.” I giggled and shoved him a bit. “You’re just saying that.” Man, I was so excited. - The day was over, and I had grabbed my things and met Stiles in the parking lot. I got into his blue jeep, Roscoe, and buckled myself in. He did the same and started the ignition, grinning over at me. “I’m gonna get smart!” “You’re already smart,” I rolled my eyes at him and looked out the window, “You just have to find like, something to focus on. Inspiration or whatever. It helps you.” “Like sex?” He smiled, wiggling his brows a little. “God, why am I still a virgin? I’m not even that bad looking, I don’t get it, why does no one want to fuck me?” I want to fuck you.

“Stiles, sex isn’t even that big of a deal..” I lied, twiddling my thumbs as he backed out of the parking lot, “Oh - fuck.” Stiles didn’t even know I wasn’t a virgin. I didn’t want him to freak out at the fact that I had done it before he did, but now he knew, and he was not pleased. “You’ve had sex?!” He whined, groaning loudly, “Why has everyone on this planet experienced that except for me?!” “Stiles, I -” “Noooo! I don’t wanna hear it,” Stiles interrupted and started to drive, “God, Y/N, I can’t believe you! Why didn’t you tell me? Was it good? Who did you do it with? Did it hurt?” All at once he started to throw questions at me, making me slightly streased, “Stiles, jesus christ, hold on. One at a time,” I took a moment to think, “Uh. I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to make you feel some type of way. The first time kinda hurt, but after that it was good, and I did it with an ex boyfriend.” Stiles seemed like he didn’t know how to act, and he just nodded and sighed, “I don’t get it. Am I not attractive? Is it my luck?” He paused for a moment, “You’d have sex with me, right?”

I widened my eyes at his question and turned to look at him, a serious, but hopeful look on his face. “That’s.. I.. uh..” I stuttered, scared at what he would think of my answer, “Uh - y - yeah, I would, I think any girl at our school would.” He brushed it off so casually I don’t even think he processed what I said fully. “I know, right? It’s so fucking confusing. It’s like, all they have to do is ask. I’d probably be down.” He pulled into the driveway of my home and turned the car off, grabbing his things and getting out. I sat there confused for a moment, but got out as well and closed the door, hearing the car beep when he locked it. I shook my head and unlocked the door to my house, walking in and closing it behind Stiles. I grabbed a bag of chips from the kitchen and then jogged upstairs into my room, to which he followed me. I shut the door behind us and watched Stiles walk in and lay on my bed, opening his backpack, “So, we gonna start with geometry, or -” 'All they have to do is ask. I’d probably be down..’

“Stiles, do you want to have sex with me?” I asked, completely disregarding what he said. Stiles widened his eyes and blinked, hard, his face immediately going crimson red, “W - What..?” “Do you,” I started, dropping my backpack and crawling on top of the bed slowly. It was a bold move, but if I wanted to get into this guy’s pants, I was gonna try anything, “Want to have sex with me?” Stiles gulped and squeaked quietly, his hand gripping my sheets, his veins popping up - god, his veins - “I - Is this a joke? Y/N, you’re not funny..” I rolled my eyes and decided to sit down in his lap, grabbing his hand and placing it on my thigh, “No, it’s not a joke. Are you down?” “Holy god..” He murmured and squeezed my thigh gently, “I don’t - I don’t know what to do..” “Think about this: would you rather play with me, or play with yourself?” I replied slowly, moving his hand up to my chest, feeling it twitch underneath me. “I’ve already done that twice today..” I asked myself how could he possibly have done that twice, seeing as we had school the entire day, but then shook the thought away and placed one of my hands onto his chest, pinning him down, “Answer the question.” “I’d rather play with you,” He looked up at me with puppy dog eyes and whimpered a bit, and I could already feel him start to get hard, “I’d definitely rather play with you.” “Good choice,” I whispered and helped him pull his shirt off. He definitely was tone in all the right places, he had a perfect body and I wasn’t complaining - and god, his happy trail was everything, “I’m gonna kiss you, alright?” All he could do was nod, and so, I leaned down and pressed our lips together. He tasted like gum. I giggled quietly at my thoughts and then cupped his cheeks, bringing him closer and feeling him part his lips so I could push my tongue inbetween them, his own flicking against mine. Stiles was a pretty good kisser. I wasn’t complaining. I knew he’d had a couple of pecks here and there, but nothing like this, so, I was proud of him for doing so well. I decided to let him flip me over and grab my hand, because, well, it was hot. I pulled back for a second to breathe and flip my shirt off, revealing my pink t-shirt bra underneath it - it was a push-up, and he did not seem to complain.

He shamelessly looked down, his face showing a mixture of excited and turned on, and I laughed, kissing his cheek, “What?” “You’re so beautiful,” He mumbled, “You are literally one of the most gorgeous human beings I have ever seen in my entire life, I am so lucky..” “You’re just saying that.” “I’m not,” He shook his head, “I’m really not, you’re so beautiful.” I blushed and just smiled up at him, the time seeming to go in slow motion, it was just us in this moment, and I couldn’t be any more content. Stiles was so handsome. And sweet. I realized just how in love with this boy I was, and I thanked god for giving me this moment with him. He leaned down to kiss me again and I happily kissed him back, wrapping my legs around his waist and pulling our bodies against each other, a quiet moan emerging from his lips. Fuck, that turned me on. I trailed my free hand down his chest as we made out, stopping at his prominent bulge. I cupped him and palmed him through his jeans, causing him to gasp and buck into my hand more, and then he whined immediately after, ducking his head into my neck, “O - Oh, fuuuck..” “Yeah?” I bit my lip and felt him begin to kiss at my neck, and man, did that feel nice, “Mm.. higher, higher.” “Huh?” He breathed, continuing to kiss. “Go higher - there’s a spot -” And then, out of nowhere, he moved from one spot to another, and found the junction between my neck and jawline, immediately sucking at the skin, which made me squeak and then moan, “Oh - yeah, right there, good.. That’s good..”

This seemed to encourage him, and he got a bit bolder, his palms sliding against the small of my back down to my ass, squeezing it through my leggings. I enjoyed the feeling, and pressed into it, whimpering. He pulled back, and pulled his pants off as quickly as he could, then tugged on my own impatiently. “You have a condom?” I asked him, helping him take my leggings off. Stiles bit his lip and nodded, “I always keep one just in case,” He then pulled out a fucking magnum, a /magnum/, so I internally cursed him for making this situation even more of a turn-on than it already was, “Uh.. how do I..” “I’ll show you, just hold on,” I smiled and gripped him gently through his boxers, leaning down and placing my mouth right at the outline of his cock, sitting him down on the bed, “Mm.” Stiles gasped and bucked up, and I felt light-headed at how fucking sexy he was. He grabbed my hair gently and chewed on his lower lip. “Please.. god..” I decided to give him what he wanted, and I pulled his boxers off, widening my eyes at what I saw. There, in all it’s glory, was Stiles’ 9-inch destroyer. I gulped and licked my hand, wrapping my fingers around him and stroking. He groaned, rolling his hips into my hand, “Oh, jesus.. your hand is so much better than mine..” “What about my mouth?” I teased, giggling and dragging my lips up his shaft, my tongue poking out just barely. “H - Haah! Please - ohmygod, please..” Stiles practically sobbed, and I nodded, licking around the head before taking as much of him as I could. Sucking dick was my fucking forte, but I had never taken someone this big - Stiles was not someone who looked like he had a huge dick, but, here I was, struggling to take half of him in.

He didn’t seem to notice, taking a deep breath in, his hips bucking into my mouth, and I gagged, pulling off, “Jesus, Stiles, so big..” “S - Sorry, I -” “No! No, it’s fine, it’s completely okay,” I assured and went back down, causing him to moan loudly, his legs spreading out, “Mhm?” “Holy fucking shit, oh my god, this is the best feeling I’ve experienced maybe ever,” He rambled, looking down at me, “Y/N, I’m gonna cum, oh my god I’m gonna cum -” Then I pulled off, getting to my knees on the bed and pulling my panties down, “I was just preparing you. I need you to do something for me now.” Stiles looked dumbfounded, pausing for a moment before scrambling up to me, nodding, and I could tell he was trying not to look anywhere other than my eyes, “What do I do?” “Put your fingers..” I whispered, biting my lip and trailing his hand down my body to my heat, “In here.” He was shaking above me, which I noticed, and I rubbed his bicep soothingly, kissing up and down his neck, nipping and sucking, leaving behind hickies in my trail. He sighed as I did so, one of his long fingers sliding into me. I gasped and whined, arching my back, “Oh - just like that, oh my god..” He pumped it in and out of me, making me spread my legs and curl up in his grip a bit. I mewled, and asked him to add another, to which he complied, slipping another one into me. The feeling was like nothing I had ever felt before. Stiles wasn’t half bad at this, y'know? He wasn’t bad at sex, and that was good, because this was his first time. As he fingered me I noticed that he wasn’t being bold. He wasn’t really going for it, if that makes sense - he was just doing it slow and softly, and in another case I would have appreciated it, but right now, I was hot and on the pill, so I wanted to just fuck. “Stiles, Stiles..” I breathed, biting my lip, “Faster - yeah? Go faster.” Stiles took the hint and then slammed another finger into me, his pace quickening as soon as I told him to speed up. I practically screamed and curled my toes, rolling my hips against him. His heartbeat sped up and he added a third finger without me telling him to. I was keening underneath him, flipping us over once more and grabbing the condom, tearing it open with my teeth, “Take your fingers out, I’ll guide you.” Stiles eagerly slipped them out and sucked on his fingers, wiping them on the sheets before leaning down to attack my neck with kisses again while I slipped the condom down onto his erection, lowering myself onto him slowly.

The noise he made almost made me lose it. It was whiny, but chopped - like he couldn’t breathe, and it was full of teenage boyness, and just Stiles in general, and I fucking loved it, I lived for it, and I wanted more of it. “Good..” I whispered, kissing his head and rolling my hips, not moving completely yet. He grabbed my waist and pulled away from my neck, looking up at me with desperation, “You alright, Mischief?” “God - yeah..” He muttered, looking down at our bodies, like he couldn’t believe it, “I’m so fucking good, Y/N, please move..” And like a wolf in heat, he becan to thrust, or at least tried to, it was more like he was shuffling his thighs and rising off of the bed, but not actually doing anything. I laughed awkwardly and stopped him, raising myself up and then moving back down, moaning quietly. Stiles gasped and held me tighter, throwing his head back - and I saw the hickies littering his neck, ones on my own as well, thinking of how that would be something to ask about by everyone tomorrow. “Holy shit,” Stiles grunted and dragged his lower lip across my collarbones, squeezing my ass, “You’re - you feel so good.. so fucking good..” “Yeah?” I smiled and unclipped my bra, throwing it to the side, “Put your hands on them.” I told him, bouncing myself quicker, and harder, my rhythm repetitive and paced. I watched Stiles’ jaw drop, and his hands raised from my waist, grabbing my tits. “Oh, god..” He whispered, thrusting up - in the right way this time - harshly, and I gasped out i pleasure, closing my eyes. This encouraged him, and so, everytime I would come back down, he would move right up again, sliding into me swiftly, with intense need.

Stiles actually left hickies all over my chest, too, like he was marking his territory. It hurt, but it hurt so good, which made it better. I felt my release start to curl up inside of me, in the lower part of my stomach where I felt everything, and I tapped his arm, bouncing myself faster on his cock, “Stiles, I’m so close, holy shit, I’m so fucking close!” “Yeah? S - So am I..” He rushed, pulling me down onto him so that I was laying on top of him, my moans breathy and high pitched. He rubbed up and down my back, slamming into me one last time before stilling and letting out a loud whimper, coming into the condom, and I did the same as soon as he was finished, my body clenching. We sat there, heavily breathing for a good 5 minutes, cuddling, if that makes sense. I got off of him and panted, my knees weak. I slipped my underwear back on quickly, along with my shirt, but not my pants. He slid the condom off of himself and tied it, sighing and throwing it out in a nearby wastebin. “That was.. amazing,” He began, looking at me while I fixed myself up in his mirror, “How are you so good at that?” “I’ve done it a lot,” I smiled and crawled back onto the bed with him, hugging him tightly. “I can’t believe that just happened. I just took your virginity. Oh my god.” “I can’t believe I just lost my virginity to a total babe,” He blurted out, and I don’t think he was thinking, because he widened his eyes and blushed immediately after, “Sorry, I meant -“ “It’s okay. I’m flattered,” I pecked over one of his many hickies, closing my eyes. “Hey - Stiles? Can I tell you something without you totally freaking out?” “Mhm,” He mumbled, pulling me closer to his chest, “What’s up?” “I’m in love with you.” I felt him still underneath me and sighed, immediately feeling regret fill my body. Why did I think this was a good idea? I felt stupid as soon as I - “I’m in love with you, too.” What? “What?” “I am..” He snorted, “God, I didn’t think you felt the same. “I - holy shit, I thought you were in love with Lydia?” I questioned, looking up at him with doe eyes, licking my lips. “I was, but.. then I met you,” He looked back at me, biting his lip, “You changed everything. I think from the moment I looked at you, I knew something special was gonna come out of knowing you, and here we are.” “That was so sweet,” I chuckled and nuzzled him, feeling completely relaxed in his embrace, “We still have to study.” “Of course.” He grabbed his textbook, “So, like I said, are we gonna start with geometry?”

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