#also what are his piranha teeth suddenly lmao

[scuddish]

KEVIN GREVIOUX as RAZE UNDERWORLD 2003 | dir. Len Wiseman

[ofmice-and-imagines]

Stairwells & backseats

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Warnings: smut, mild name calling, choking, skipping school lmao

Word count: 3,551

Synopsis: Stiles and Y/N get away from school during lunch to handle some frustration of a specific manner...

          “Sugar conducting cells of the phloem are separated by perforated sieve plates. This is in order to allow the movement of sugar through the plant. These cells also lack a nuc-” Ms. Sherman’s botanical droning was interrupted by the high B sharp note of our school bell piercing the calm air. “Well, it seems as if the bell has caught us today. We’ll continue our discussion on angiosperm morphology tomorrow. Don’t forget to submit yesterday’s lab reports to me before midnight tonight! Class dismissed.” Her mention of homework was followed by a chorus of displeased grumbles backed by the bustle of packing up. Pulling my backpack over my shoulder, I made my way out into the sea current of students flowing past the room.

          The click of high heels on vinyl tile grew louder as Lydia joined me and matched my stride. “There’s no doubt that you did the econ work.. Care to help a friend in need?” I asked, my voice giving away my hopefulness. Her glassy eyes made an obvious shift to gaze at my hair; I had decided to experiment with styles and do something different with it today. Lydia playfully rolled her eyes at me and teased, “Plenty of time to do your hair and not school work?” Almost automatically, I sucked my teeth to make sass a leading note in my response. “Actually, I did it. I just wanna check my answers, I really wanna make sure I don’t make less than a 90!” My hands shot up into a defensive gesture, although snaps would be better to accompany the jocularly hostile inflections in my voice. The copper-haired banshee widened her eyes and hesitated a second; this indicated her defeat.

          Soon, we reached Lydia’s locker and she began twisting away at the lock. Before I could comprehend it, my right arm was in someone’s grasp. Being pulled backwards left me with no choice but to follow suit. It was not difficult for me to recognize the blur of dark green flannel pulling me through the halls. Nothing in me doubted that Stiles was taking me somewhere with haste; by simply paying attention I knew exactly where. With careful focus on keeping up and not tripping over my feet, I barely noticed when we reached a halt. Just as I suspected, Stiles and I had ducked into our usual spot– a neglected stairwell tucked away in the science wing of Beacon Hills High. It was an area that was nearly always desolate and had no cameras; at some point Stiles insisted we used it as a nook for getting as steamy as the setting would allow us, and that’s what we had been doing since.

          Anyone could swear my eyes illuminated with delight upon seeing his face; it was my first sight of him all morning, as he had showed up late to school. “Glad you could finally join us, Mr. Stilinski. I’m guessing you woke up late?” I poked, trying to coax an explanation out of him. Stiles was quick to dismiss me with a “Yeah, yeah.” and got down to business with his original intentions. The force from him lunging himself onto me and initiating a kiss caused me to stumble backward. As a reflex, my arms coiled around his firm torso and I dissipated into our oral choreography. Between his rapid heartbeat and his tongue in my mouth, I found it easy to forget to breathe. The brunet began rutting his groin against me in an attempt to make his boner known to me. I loved everything about feeling the length his dick tucked away horizontally in his pants, held captive from its desires by his jeans. In the midst of all this, I suddenly felt his hand on my neck, applying just enough pressure to destroy any dam preventing a flood in my underwear. It was as if capturing my kiss and grinding against me wasn’t enough for him. With sum of all his inflictions, he had succeeded at making me want him to bend me over the banister and demolish my cunt right there. Just as suddenly as it all unfolded, Stiles darted away from me and naturally trodden from where we were on the landing to the top of the stairs.

          I was frozen with disbelief. Had he really gotten me riled up just to leave me hanging? Stiles had left me feeling nothing short of betrayed and confused. Soft steps brought an ensemble of brown curls into my view. Sydney had come up the stairs, and likely saw our session. It dawned on me that she was the most logical explanation for Stiles’capricious actions. “Um, Hey.” I smiled at her as she passed, hoping it would dissolve any awkwardness lingering. My greeting was met with a genuine smile and a “Good morning, Y/N!” which was a lot more comforting than it would normally be. It felt like a walk of shame as I made my way to class with my cheeks flushed red and my panties continuing to dampen. My phone buzzing against my torso from its resting place in my jacket pocket caught me by surprise. The screen irradiated with a message.

          💗Mieczyslaw💗: Close to caught- sorry!

          The stairwell scandal between Stiles and I only left me with a hot discomfort for my next few classes. Thinking of the abrupt end to our session opposed to the ending I wanted impeded on any focus I had. It’d be understatement to say I ached to feel at Stiles’ mercy once more. A lightning bolt of enthusiasm shot through my core when my phone went off as I made my way to lunch. Sure enough- a message from Stiles, this time bringing me eagerness rather than disappointment.

          💗Mieczyslaw💗: Lunch “date”?😏 Meet me at Roscoe.

          Without a second thought and no convincing necessary, I switched my path to head to the student parking lot. It comes as a surprise that no one heard my heart considering how loudly it pumped as I made my way to my boyfriend’s Jeep. Just the sight of the brown-eyed boy waiting for me made my knees go weak. Once our eyes calibrated together he flashed a genuine, toothy smile at me. The squint caused by his enormous grin always had the ability to melt me like a wicked witch. My feet seemed to speed their pace without my intentions. Before I knew it, I was launching myself into Stiles arms to be held in a hug. “I’d kiss you but I don’t know if I can handle getting any wetter..” I whined. What I meant as a statement Stiles took as a challenge. He subtly dusted wet pecks onto my exposed neck. With this, I shimmied out of his embrace and jabbed, “Aren’t you a huge tease?”

          “I have been today, no getting around that. I figured you’d ditch me to get revenge, doll. You love me more than I thought, Y/N!” Stiles bantered back. “Well, let’s bounce before I change my mind, loverboy.” I warned, only half serious. Nothing more was needed for Stiles to open the driver’s side door of his Jeep and motion me inside. He waited as I scooched across the seat to the other side and climbed in after me.

          We drove until we reached a road lined with woods indistinguishable from any other wood-lined desolate road. A few turns later, Stiles parked Roscoe in a familiar isolated clearing. I found it crazy how many spots bared significance to us that would just be places to other people.

          “You brought me to pick wildflowers for lunch? Or is this the part where I find a surprise picnic?” I questioned, although I was aware why he’d brought me here. It wasn’t any different from the reason he’s always brought me here. Still, I pitched jocular scenarios, “Nope, I’ve got it! You’re gonna leave here without me and no one is ever gonna see me again! I think I’ll start running now.” I playfully reached for the passenger door handle but was quickly frozen by the sound of the doors clicking locked. Stiles’ adam’s apple bobbed as he swallowed intensely. “I wouldn’t put that past anyone- after all this is Beacon Hills.” His tone was as dark as possible with this statement. My eyes softened until he beamed to invalidate my alarm. “Y/N, you know why I brought you out here.” He accompanied this statement with a hand motion to the teepee on display in his lap and continued, “You can feel in your own pants why I brought you here, doll.” With this utterance, a firm hand slid to my side of the Jeep and rubbed against my thigh gently, but with all the aggressive hunger of a piranha. Not wanting to prolong the exposition, I climbed over the front seat. In the process, I showed careful precision in arching my back to emphasize my ass and to ensure an enhanced performance from Stiles. In the back seat, I motioned for him to join me.

          It took less than a minute for our activities to be in full swing. Both of our shirts were gone and my neck was damp and red with Stiles’ passion. My panties were soiled with my desire, no thanks to his rough, carefully targeted grinding against my cunt. His boner seemed no less hard than it did during our time in the stairwell. With the thought of his rigid staff working away in my core, my thighs squeezed together to generate even more friction. “Who knew I’d be having dessert for lunch, darling?” He stopped his actions long enough to accompany his statement with a short lived glance upon my face. Without so much as an opportunity for me to blink, his focus realigned with my chest and it was again besieged by Stiles’ open mouthed antics.

          “If I leave here with my chest raw and not my pussy, you and I are going to have issues. Majorly.”

          This statement stopped the boy in his tracks. After taking a second to register my prurient remark in such an assertive voice, his hands were flying to his belt with utmost urgency. “Keep talking like that and our only issue will be my premature ejactulation..” As if on cue, his cock rose to its full potential, no longer confined by pants or boxers. The truth in his comment was evident in the seemingly concrete state of his member, and the precum that had gathered on its head like glaze. Like glaze, in addition, the thought of tasting it made my mouth water out of desperation.

          Stiles shuffled and shifted backwards so that his back rested against the backseat door behind him. I had no time to fathom what he was doing when he leaned forward and placed his palm against the back of my head and impelled it towards his yearning area. In the franticness it didn’t bestow me to welcome his cock with an eager mouth, so my lips were met with his tip’s warm seepance. With his gaze captured in my own, and his eyes wide with expectancy, I slowly licked the substance from my mouth’s outside. I could hear the impatient arousal in his gulp following my action.

          Saliva gathered from his brackish fluid, I finally ended his anticipation with his dick between my lips. My tongue showed tremendous self determination as it explored the forward end of his sheath. I was taking time to enjoy the sensations presented by the different textures of Stiles’ dick tip and shaft. It soon became obvious that my curiosity didn’t meet Stiles’ amusement. “I swear you’re the hugest fucking tease, Y/N..” But his comment seemed to trail off at the end once I lowered my entire head onto his cock. His words simply dissolved into his sounds of gratification meshing perfectly the unintentional noises of my slurping. My pussy only proceeded to soaken more at the feeling of my jaw setting up an ache from the stretch Stiles’s dick caused. It was no surprise that the thought of it being painful to accommodate Stiles only deepened my craving. The boy began using my hair as his personal handles to direct my inflictions, and seemed to get greedy as his hips started to work at a similar rhythm, us colliding in the middle. His jabs at the back of my throat were bound to be a sight of soreness in a few hours. The pair of skilled hands shoved my head farther onto his cock until my nose met his pelvis and held it there. No escape was available from the way he clenched my head in place, only a loud, intense gag from me led to my freedom.

          Soon his member was throbbing with rapid blood flow which one could assume to be accompanied by adrenaline. Stiles’ grip on my hair tightened and began pulling me back from my impositions on his cock. He forced me back against the opposite side of the car; out of disappointment and impulse I attempted to lean back into him. A hand with a firm grasp around my neck was used by him to shove me back into place. His hand didn’t leave my throat as he gradually leaned to where his face barely touched mine. “Stay.” he growled, using a tone that could make me do anything.. with a pool of desire in my panties, that is.

          He turned away to reach into the front to dig through the glove compartment in a frenzy. His hands resurfaced from the mess clutching a foil square that even the most innocent of minds could recognized with ease. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from his mouth as he used his teeth to tear the condom packet open. My mind wandered to the things his teeth could do to me. It went without my noticing that my eyes had closed as I zoned out and melted into the imagination of Stiles pleasuring me with his mouth.

          The feeling of his hands separating my legs yanked me out of my trance. His sheathed cock stood with perfect posture as he clasped it, leading it to my center. My clit was met with the stroking of his lubed tip against it, causing me to gasp at the impression and suck my lip in to crush it between my teeth. I had the urge to clamp my legs shut from the toe curling sensation of his member effortlessly violating my clit. The region between my legs was a nothing less than a black hole, hungry to take in anything that would feel good, but specifically Stiles’ cock. “I don’t want it Stiles, forget about my clit! Please take this pussy.” My words caused him to halt his actions once again and fix his gaze on my face. The smirk embellishing his face made eeriness sweep through me, there was no doubt that he wouldn’t give me what I ached for.

          Even my thighs had gone slick with my juices when Stiles made it his intentions to eat me out. My self lubrication only led to wet noises as he thoroughly tongued my blossom. The boy was careful to drag his tongue through every area that would get a reaction out of me. His tender, feather-like licks against the inside of my labia sent my legs squirming. My hips wiggled against the backseat, my only goal being reaching his cock. “Y/N, don’t act like you can’t take a little tease. Karma is a bitch, especially to cockteases like you.” With that, he dove back into my pussy, and aimed his aggressive sucking at my clit. He was attentive to kneading my thighs with his hands and making sure that I felt his nails and tensed up because of it. Stiles knew how to speedily get a tsunami wave building up behind my dam. As soon as he felt my hand draw up a handful of his hair, he sat up. This was done with an excessive amount of enthusiasm, as his head banged against the ceiling in his haste. “Ow, fuck!” Stiles yelled. A large guffaw escaped my chest at the sight of the boy holding his head in agony. His eyes quickly lost their pain filled squint and he looked at me with furrowed brows.

          “It’s funny?” He asked.

          “Extremely!” I replied, breathless from laughing.

          “Oh yeah?” frustration was prominent in his as his hand reached to claim its rightful place around my neck. I could already feel my head going light as he adjusted his grip enough to stop my laughing. “How about now, slut?” questioned the boy. At this point I was as ready to take his length as I’d ever be. His free hand went to his cock and got to work placing it in alignment with my desirous hole. A slow thrust into me was hardly necessary, my built up anticipation combined with the condom’s lubricant  allowed for him to enter me with finesse. I gasped from both the tenacious grip that persisted on my neck and surprise at how he filled me to the brim. I couldn’t say that it fit like a glove, but I could say that it felt as if his dick was made the perfect size to push my limits, to stretch me just right. Stiles didn’t have to be all the way inside of me for me to already feel the pressure against my insides. The slickness of my heat was the perfect condition for Stiles to immediately get to work breaking it in. There was nothing but purpose shown in his callous rutting against. He was a man who knew what he wanted and exactly how he was going to get it. His very passion was being put to action in the form of incessant grazes against the spot I wished he could directly slam against.

          It didn’t help my wetness that his strokings against me were so precise and calculated, Stiles wasn’t just the brains of the pack, he was the brains of our libido. The best part was that he was as skilled as to know the correct moves to send us both over the edge, me writhing and seeking mercy, and him meeting my hopes with nothing but brute thrusts to milk his release.

          When Stiles was inside of me, going like he happened to be, I could never avoid losing control. The sounds coming from me were ones I had no clue how to duplicate any other time. “Fuck, fuck.. Mieczysław!” my own hand shot up to clutch the wrist of the one he had planted on my throat. Beneath us, we could feel the Jeep rocking slightly in calibration with his vigorous thrusts. My whimpers and mutterings were everywhere once Stiles was hitting my g-spot with flawless accuracy and vitality. My hands mimicked the knot above my pelvis in their tightening around Stiles’ forearm and wrist. As soon as my toes seemed to curl without my doing, I knew it was only a matter of time, and so did he. Urgency became an added factor to his thrusts, trying to get himself caught up to me as far as finishing. I was hardly more than a mindless slut for the pleasure he was giving me before I met my long anticipated end with a grunt that must have rang throughout the entire clearing. My thighs shook beyond my controlling as I clawed at my boyfriend; he was now using my pussy to reach his own finish. This thought alone could leave me ready for another round. Without much further ado, his pent up lust spilled into the latex. It took more than a few extra strokes to completely empty his shaft. Soon, his jawline rested upon my collar bone, and the rest of him fell into place on top of me. My hand gently skimmed against his milky back as my eyes searched the Jeeps’ interior for something to rest on amidst our unified pants. Eventually, they landed on the digital clock up front, gleaming “1:13,” and simply shifted to watch out of the windshield.

          After a second of thought, my eyes widened with panic. “It’s 1:13. Stiles, it’s 1:13! We’re late, and so fucked.” I began nudging him off of me and reaching for my shirt that had ended up in the passenger seat. Stiles chuckled as he fastened his pants, “We’re definitely fucked after what we just did, huh?” His jab was followed by a kiss to my cheek. He removed the condom, rolled down his window and tossed it out. “Hey! Don’t be a litterbug, Mieczyslaw Stilinski.” I chastised in the same way one would tell a child not to bite. “Relax, princess, it’s biodegradable.” and with this, Stiles tugged his shirt over his head. He climbed back into the front seat leaving me to finish dressing in the back.

           Roscoe roared to life before Stiles spoke, “We’re already late and there’s no changing that, doll. Might as well make it super late, you hungry?” Both my stomach and face smiled with the mention of food. “Is that a question? Always, Mieczyslaw.” We exited the clearing with an appetite and his hand resting in its rightful spot on my thigh.