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Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: porn without plot, fingering (fem!rec), heavy make outs, kind of descriptive smut?

mndi

My lips reluctantly pull away from his, lashes fluttering closed. My hands find comfort in his soft, brown hair, my fingers dancing through the strands softly. It's quiet, quick breaths the only sound in the dark room. The position I'm in is vulnerable, yet comforting, as I straddle Stiles's thighs on the end of the bed. He kisses my jaw softly, causing my head to be tilted up at his actions. My voice lets out a hum of approval, my aching core begging for attention. Yet, I am patient-- the feeling of his plush lips causes my body to relax. My teeth catch my bottom lip in a tight hold, moans that lye deep within me clawing up my throat to be released. When he finds my sweet spot under my jaw, they escape as my mouth lye's agape, eyes squeezing shut. The vibration of his hum causes the hair on the back of my neck to stick straight up, goose bumps scattered across my legs and arms. My hands grasp the back of his head, bringing his lips to mine. The kiss is gentle, as if they were molded for one another. Now this, this I could live off of if oxygen didn't exist.

I didn't feel his hand sneak down from my waist until it gently slipped into my thin panties, the coolness of his fingers causing my body to jolt slightly. I moan quietly into his mouth as he runs his fingers through my slick folds, my legs shaking slightly at the new feeling. As his fingers slide back up to my clit, he slowly circled the bud, core clenching around nothing. My lips detach once again, as I let out a shaky breath; foreheads connected. His index finger slowly dipped into my core, just barely, before running it through my folds again. This excited a moan from my shaky voice, fingers tensing in his hair. His other hand laid firmly on my hip, his eyes looking down to watch his fingers work. The corners of his lips quirked up, lips softly reattaching themselves to my soft neck. The feeling was overwhelming, but so comfortable and safe at the same time.

I knew that I could be patient, his fingers circling just a little faster, although the thought of them curling inside me made my breath shaky. He was teasing--yes, but at the same time I wanted him to be slow. I wanted him to pull me over the edge again, and again. My thoughts seemed to be answered as his fingers circled faster on my throbbing clit. What was breathing? I couldn't. Not with his soft lips sucking gentle red spots on my neck, not with his delicate fingers giving me pleasure. Moans rushed out of my mouth, running over each other, begging to be the loudest. I whispered pleas alongside his name, sti, please, please... The feeling was unreal, out of this world. If I could, this is how I would die, in his arms, every part of him connected to mine. He pulled apart from my neck to watch my face in the moonlight, fingers determined to push me over the edge. But god when he... when he slides two of them in? Fuck. He curled, and curled until my legs shook, my fingers gripped his hair, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as he whispered pretty nothings in my ear. It was then, when he pulled me over the cliff, and I wanted him to save me, heal me...and do it again. He rode out my high, as if to ease the fall. He watches me, observing an angel fall down from heaven, and give him the eyes to bring her back up, just to fall back down to him again. He swore he'd never seen someone so beautiful, so angelic and merciful.

Small beads of sweat clung onto my forehead, body limp and held by her savior. He watches as her eyes flutter open, caressing her pink cheeks. She hums, happy and smiling, looking into his eyes of curiosity. With steady breaths, she holds his cheeks, watching him kiss the palm of her hand. "Hi," he whispers, a cheeky smile on his face. "Hi," I breath out, my legs twitching slightly from the aftershock. "Do you want to keep going, or are you done?" He asks softly, eyes searching mine for and answer. I stay silent for a moment, catching my breath. "Keep going please," I finally answer, running thumb across his cheek. I smiles softly, wrapping my legs around his hips, before slowly standing up, walking to the side of the bed to lye me down. The bed sinks a little from the weight, his lips attached to mine as he rubs small circles on my hips. I pull back and look into his eyes, fingers lightly scratching down his bare back. "Stiles," I whisper softly, as to not startle him. He hums, slowly undoing his belt. "I think I love you." He pauses his actions, lips opening slightly before closing again. "I mean, I know I love you," I softly whisper, the words sinking in. Although it probably should, his silence should startle me, make me question saying that to him--but I don't. He kisses me far more passionately than before, and that's all I needed to know.

[magaestheticc]

Dating Thomas

PDA

∙ he'll occasionally brush his fingers against the side of your leg ∙ most forms of pda make him uncomfortable since he's been surrounded by boys for as long as he can remember ∙ when you two are alone he'll hold your hands in his ∙ cryptic looks

MISCOMMUNICATIONS ∙ you guys always have the same idea, but different ways of reaching the end goal, which leads to some arguments ∙ he doesn't always tell you what he's up to and that sort of weakens the trust ∙ when the two of you first meet you think somethings going on between thomas and teresa, which he is very quick to clarify on

DATES ∙ you guys go down to the beach and sit on the rocks when there's nothing else to do ∙ sometimes the two of you will go down to the edge of the water in the middle of the night to look at the moon for a bit

SEEING EACH OTHER ∙ you two share a hut on the island so you see each other every day ∙ the two of you sit next to each other during meals and visits to the bonfires, sometimes you'll choose to work together on the ongoing projects on the island ∙ sometimes if his lunch is before yours he'll sneak up on you while you're working and wrap his arms around your waist

SEX ∙ he is extremely into doggy style ∙ since he usually does doggy style, he would have to say he's a top ∙ he also loves missionary, it lets him see all the little faces you make ∙ he loves pulling your hair ∙ he'll lean in really close, pushing himself as deep as possible, and whisper dirty things into your ear. neither of you are loud, but on the rare occasion that you are, thomas will slip his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet

AFTERCARE ∙ usually a bath or shower of some sort ∙ he brushes your thick hair and you sweep his up and out of his face ∙ the two of you will quietly lay in bed, he pulls you in close to rest your head on his chest ∙ every now and then you'll play with his hair till the two of you fall asleep ∙ when you wake up you realize he's brought you breakfast and is quietly watching you with a smile

WAKING UP NEXT TO EACH OTHER ∙ thomas is usually the first one up ∙ he'll gently run his hand up and down your arm until your eyes flutter open ∙ most days it doesn't last long as you have to get up and get to your assignments for the day, but you make sure to dress slowly, to savor your time with one another ∙ he makes sure to ask if you're alright at lunch and presses a kiss to your temple

[twislife]

Closer.

Hey guys! I know its been a long time since I've written anything but this is based on the song Closer by Chainsmokers and Halsey. I've been working on this forever. Not sure if anyone even likes smut still...or this song...or me 😅 had to post it though so that I could stop thinking about it 🤷🏻‍♀️

Lots of smut, cussing, unprotected sex...ya get the idea.

"Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you; drank too much and that's an issue but I'm okay.

Hey, please tell your friends it was nice to meet them - but I hope I never see them again.

Hey, I know it broke your heart, moved to the city in a broke down car and four years no call..."

My best friend followed the group of girls inside and turned around looking at me briefly, mouthing ‘I’m sorry!’.

“No, go have fun! I'll…sit…out here..on this…curb,” I said rolling my eyes at the bouncer that refused my entry. She turned and went inside, without another backward glance. I sighed heavily and pulled my phone and cigarettes out of my purse and searched for a lighter.

“Son of a mother fu-” I started, but was abruptly cut off by a guy that I’d never seen before. The first thing I noticed, aside from his perfect smile, were his dark amber eyes shining in the street light. He looked young, and kind of like a god. He held up a lighter and chuckled.

“Sick of the club scene?” he asked, offering me the flame of his lighter. I gladly accepted and inhaled deeply. I huffed and chuckled.

“Yeah maybe if I could actually get in, my fake id is missing.” I sighed dramatically, taking another long drag. 

 "Oh, shit. Rough night. Well,“ he began, taking a drag of his own smoke. 

“I know of a little place around the corner that doesn’t id. Its a tiny little crap hole - but they don’t id.” he said nervously, his group of friends disappearing in the dark Tucson night. I smiled at him, then looked down at my little black dress and the mile high pumps and finally stood up smiling. 

 "A little over dressed for a dive bar, but a drink sounds great.“ I told him, gesturing him to lead the way. He laughed turning on his heel, holding out his elbow. I placed my arm in his and began walking.

“I’m Dylan. I enjoy star wars and YouTube.” he said laughing.

“My friends call me y/n. l, too, enjoy nerding out to star wars, and long walks on the beach.” I replied, receiving the slight chuckle that I had aimed for. It was so attractive. During our walk I found out a lot about Dylan, he was definitely a talker. We talked about plans for the future; he said that he wanted to go into acting, wanted to move to the city. When he asked me what I wanted to do I didn’t really have a valid answer, so I said,

 "Eh, probably college. I’ve been accepted to a few, I really am thinking Naropa, it’s a college in Boulder. I want to see the mountains.“ I hadn’t even realized that was what I wanted. 

 "That’s awesome.” he replied, smiling that smile that practically made me melt.

“No, acting is awesome! I wish I had that talent, man” I said in awe. 

We talked and laughed the rest of the way to the bar elbow in elbow. When we got to there he went up to the bar while I made my way to the jukebox; avoiding the stares from the old men and a few miserable looking women. Music always becomes before drinks. Always. Always. Come on let me touch you, feel you, all night- always.

I looked around the bar, no one looked particularly interested in what was playing in the background of their conversations, I excitedly turned back to the new school touch screen jukebox; typing in “always,” by Blink 182. If I didn’t listen to it, it would be stuck in my head for days. Dylan crept up behind me holding a beer up.

 "I knew you weren’t a typical party girl.“ he let out a low chuckle. 

 "What do you mean?” I asked him; accepting the drink, and taking a gulp.

 "Blink? Not many typical party girls would go to a dive bar and play Blink." he said taking a drink of his beer and setting it down to air drum part of the song. How is this unbelievably attractive guy such a dork? I mean, I wasn’t complaining because apparently thats my weakness. I started to play some air guitar and sing along. When the song ended I grabbed my drink and started downing it, I finished it at about the same time he did, so I offered to grab him a refill too. He gratefully accepted my offer and I started walking to the front when all of a sudden I heard the beginning to the Blink song, the one that I just played, I turned to look at him and see if maybe he did it by accident but he was, once again, air drumming and singing.

“I screwed up on the one solo, so I had to play it again” He laughed as I approached him and handed him his drink. I giggled. I started really liking this guy and I already knew that I wanted to take this out of this little crappy bar, but I would be patient and wait. I watched as he attempted to perfect his solo and laughed when he stopped and said he screwed it up again. So, I took out another dollar and played it - again. 

After many more drinks and a few more rounds of “always” by blink 182, Dylan’s face had just gotten undeniably close to my own and I was very aware of the drinks that we had both just had. It may have been the buzz, but I swear to god he was about to kiss me when my phone started blaring: it was Hanah, the one who left me on the damn curb. Dylan looked down at his empty bottle and grabbed mine and signaled that he was going to grab more as I answered my phone. 

“Heeeelllllooooo?” I answered drunkenly.

 "Hey! Clubs dead, where’d ya go?“ she asked slurring her words. 

 "I-uh-” I began to reply as Dylan walked over and handed me my beer. His face dropped when I began telling her where I was. 

“Okay, yay! Be there in ten!” she practically yelled. I hung up the phone and looked at him.

 "Um…yeah my friends are on their way…" I told him taking a drink.

“Well, I gathered that much” he replied a snarkily, throwing in a wink so that I knew he wasnt really being a dickhead. 

“You might like them..” I answered reading the expression on his face. He lifted an eyebrow but didn’t reply. I rolled my eyes at him and mouthed the word ‘sorry’ before taking another swig.

 "This is the friend who ditched you? Sorry, but your friend sounds like a bitch.“ he stated blatantly. I laughed nearly spitting out the beer that I had just taken a drink of. 

“She’s not that bad, it is her birthday…” I told him trying to defend her - even though I knew he was right.

Hanah was a typical party girl. She drank and listened to awful music and was way too high maintenance to keep a guy for long. So she didn’t, she scooted and booted. Not that I was one to talk, I knew exactly where I wanted to end up by the end of this night.

“Okay, well I will put up with them if you come home with me tonight.” he said quickly, almost too quickly for me catch onto what he said. Without even thinking about it I smiled (surely my face was crimson red) and I winked at him.

“Deal.” I promised. I didn’t think he was going to be so straight up about it, but hey, I like it when someone doesn’t beat around the bush.

We both finished our drinks and we went up to the bar together, his hand on my lower back, when a sudden loud bang made us jump. There was laughter and before I knew it Hanah and her group of friends burst through the door.

She was wasted. Not like a little drunk, but falling over her own feet - wasted. Dylan took his hand off my back, as much as I hated the loss of contact, I walked over to her and asked if she was okay.

She had brought a guy but she was too busy staring at Dylan to even pay attention to him.

“Ohmigooood! you are sooooo fucking cute!” she said to him, he rolled his eyes and walked over to me and placed a hand around my waist making me warm all over. I could practically feel his stubble between my legs. Suddenly, desperate to get my hands all over him, I went to Hanah.

“Hanah, Dylan and I were just getting ready to leave,” I firmly stated adding a wink to let her know what was about to happen.

“Ohhh! GET SOME GIRL!” she slurred more loudly than I liked. Dylan’s neck snapped up from his phone and he raised his eyebrows at me and smirked. I could feel my face fill with crimson color as I attempted to keep my cool and look sexy when I smiled back at him.

He walked over to me more confidently than he had been (borderline cocky) and he placed his hand on my hips, making me squirm. 

“You wanna get out of here?” He asks in a sexy low tone. Instead of answering and giving away my excitement, I just nodded, maybe a little more eagerly than I had anticipated. I pounded the last drink and at that point had an intense buzz and was ready for some alone time with Dylan.

"Let’s get out of here.” I told him grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me. As soon as we got out of the bar his lips were on mine, my fingers instantly grabbed at his soft brown hair making him moan into the kiss. My tongue met his as we stumbled Drunkenly through the parking lot of the small bar.

“my car is right there” he said pointing to a shabby beaten up old Jeep. He backed me up to it and pressed me against the door, hands slipping under my thighs. He easily lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and could feel his generously sized cock pressed up against my heat through the rough khaki material. I moaned as he pressed hard against my covered core. I pulled away to take a breath, the buzz from the alcohol only made more intense by the lack of oxygen. We were both panting when I hopped down, he whined at the loss of contact but I grabbed him by the shirt, opened a back door and shoved him on the seat. He laid down and I got on top of him, closing the door behind me. I straddled him, connecting our lips again.

“oh god, you’re so hot.“ He said between kisses. I just giggled as I moved my lips from his and attached them to his neck. I left searing, open mouth kisses from his neck to his collar bone. He was practically purring under my touch.

I pushed his shirt up to drag my teeth gently down the patch of hair under his abdomen. I licked and sucked and kissed the skin right above where his pants stopped me. I used my teeth to unbutton his khakis making him groan as I look up at him through my lashes.

“Where have you been all my life?” He whispered as I pulled down his pants and boxers making his erection spring up against his stomach. My eyes widened as I came to face his hardened cock. “I was just asking myself the same thing.” I told him, licking my lips as my panties dampened at the thought of how great it would feel when he pounded into me. I licked a strip up the underside of his cock making him mewl in satisfaction. I swirled my tongue around the swollen, pink tip of his cock, collecting the precum that had gathered there. Finally in one swift motion I put my lips around his cock and began to slowly bob my head up and down.

With the filthy sounds escaping his throat egging me on, I deep throated his cock and hollowed my cheeks. His tip hitting the back of my throat made my eyes water but I picked up the pace, wrapping my hand around what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. His hips bucked up keeping in time with my bobbing head.

"Oh, god that feels so good.” He practically whined. Eyes watering I looked at him through my lashes. He was propped on one elbow, his head hung back but I could just see enough of his face to watch him lick his lips.

I finally slowed my bobbing head to a stop, and let his hardened cock out of my mouth. He sat up quickly, so I got to my knees. He pulled me in for a rough, teeth clashing, passionate kiss. He broke the kiss only for a minute to practically ripping my dress down off of my shoulders. He then moved his lips off mine, and began trailing open mouthed kisses across my jawline and down my neck, he gently bit down on the pressure point sending a shock of pleasure all the way to my core; suddenly I couldnt wait to have him inside me. He caressed the pressure point with his tongue before moving his mouth to my hardened nipples. He kissed them softly, going from one to another; my core beginning to ache with need. While he was kissing and sucking on my hardened peaks, I placed my hand on his cock and stroked him making us both moaning messes. The ache was starting to become unbearable, I rubbed my legs together for some friction, it didnt ease my need. Dylan noticed and laid back down on the seat, pulling me down with him. As our lips attached again, and he slowly slid his hands down my sides, all the way to my ass. He gave it a little squeeze before pulling my dress up, and ripping my panties off of me and throwing the silky material to the floor. He pulled me up higher so I could position myself over top of his dick. I slowly slid down, relieving the ache. He held my hips down to keep himself from slamming into my tight pussy. When I finally adjusted to his generous size I gave him the go ahead. He slowly lifted me up, all the way to the top of his cock then without warning he pulled me down roughly slamming himself inside me, hitting me right where I needed him to. He began slamming deep inside of me, the coil deep within my core tightened so much so it could have burst any minute, making me scream his name.

"Oh my god, Dylan! I'm gonna-" I began, but he stopped as quickly as he had began.

"Not yet, baby." Dylan said, a smile playing on his lips. I looked at him, practically whining with my denied release. He began moving his hips up and down slowly, torturingly slow. My urge to slam myself down on him was almost uncontrolable.

He finally began moving deeper inside of me at a faster pace and I could again feel the coil in my abdomen tighten. Dylans eyes began to roll in the back of his head when I gentely moved his hands from my hips and started to ride his dick full force. I slammed myself into him over and over again until my eyes were rolling too. The only sound inside the cramped jeep were his grunts and my loud moans.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned between gritted teeth. I kept up my pace pushing myself closer and closer to the edge. He began bucking his hips slamming his cock deep within me harder and harder until I could feel his release fill me and I had a mind shattering orgasm that had me seeing white as I screamed his name. He finally slowed, taking deep panting breaths. I was panting too as i pressed my forehead to his. He gave me another long, meaningful kiss before pulling himself out of me.

“That was..that was..." I began, trying to catch my breath.

"Amazing." He finished.

I sat up awkwardly, pulling my dress down. He pulled his pants up and we sat in silence for a minute.

"So...can I get your number?" He asked. I gave it to him, hoping he would call sooner rather than later. I gave him one more kiss before hopping out of the broken down car and returning to the dive bar in search of Hanah and her crew.

He never called, and my heart was broken. I could have really fallen for him, too.

But that - that is just the beginning of my story with Dylan O'Brien.

[writingsbychlo]

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stiles and aftercare?

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Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of smut?(no real smut ig but not PG either), fluffy, making out, gentle aftercare, love <3

thanks for the request lovey <3

mdni

Silent pleas spill from my mouth, innocence that was once there no longer survived. The overstimulation caused my hips to jerk, my legs to shake, and my tears to trail, but none the less I begged for more. Whispers of "I love you," and "your perfect" leave his mouth and speak into mine as my lips begged to be kissed. As he slowed down his movement, his breathing became softer, plush lips trailing over my chest, neck, my cheeks. My fingers find comfort in his brunette hair, dancing through the stands gently, matching his breathing. He hums into my neck, eyelids fluttering closed. The numbness of my body didn't allow for me to realize he had gotten up, into the bathroom and wet a towel until he dragged the cool water over my warm, sweating body. I sigh in approval, the feeling soft and comfortable. Every place he cleaned he kissed softly after the rag wiped my body. Once he was close enough, my fingers found comfort once again in his hair, toying with it as he glances up at me. I smile weakly, bringing his face to mine. His lips hover over mine for a movement before softly molding with mine. The kiss is gentle, full of love. Stiles being the lover that he is, brings his hand to my face, cupping his large hand on my jaw to tilt my face up--another plea for more. I hum into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I love you,"

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[magaestheticc]

Double Trouble

word count: 3649 words

summary: things take an unexpected turn when Mitch finds you with his brother Thomas

notes: first time writing actual detailed smut...

warnings: double penetration, choking, hair pulling, spanking, degrading, oral (female and male receiving), threesome, female shaming, slight daddy kink

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I hadn't thought much of it when Thomas invited me over, he'd stated that neither Stiles nor their older brother Mitch would be home. And for the most part, I hadn't seen anything wrong with that.

Until we arrived in his bedroom.

He stared at me for a few moments before plopping down in the chair in front of his desk, leaving me to think in the silence. If I was being completely honest, I hadn't even wanted to go to his house, with his Dad and neither of his brothers around it felt wrong. Not that it was their place to dictate any relationships in the household. But it was odd.

"So..." he began spinning his chair so he was facing me, he had that curious expression I knew all too well planted across his lips, the same expression he wore when he knew he was causing mischief.

"So what?" I questioned, while he was usually better at answering questions than Stiles, he seemed to have the common jittering problem Stiles never seemed able to rid himself of, the same jittering that had nearly cost them their lives several times while hiding from the foreign beasts of Beacon Hills.

"I was wondering what you wanted to do?" he pressed his hands into his lap watching her with his steady honey-colored eyes, when I'd first met him and Stiles, I thought they were the same person, in two different places at once, but their eye color was slightly different, as was the way they wore their hair.

Neither of the twins had ever made a particular move to try and help distinguish between the two, which seemed to send them into boiling laughter every single time, now that they were older, it was far easier to tell the difference.

It was only when they put in the effort to look the same that they were able to pull it off. I looked up at him, his eyes catching my gaze, "I don't know, you invited me over." I paused, what was it he wanted from me? Did he have something to ask? Was his Dad struggling again? If it was something about a new star wars movie... I thought I ought to kill him.

"What are you wanting to do?" I questioned.

Thomas softly cocked his head to the side before standing up and moving towards the bed, when he plopped down, the weight of his body send the mattress trembling for a few seconds before it stilled and he looked up into my eyes.

"Can I do something?" I narrowed my eyes, what the hell did he think he was going to do? I should have never come without anyone else home, a mistake on my part.

"Go ahead." I mumbled watching as a small spark danced through his eyes and he slowly leaned in towards my lips, something I had hoped wouldn't happen. But at the same time, I could feel the childhood crush I'd had for him years prior coming rushing back in a single wave, and I wished it hadn't.

It was complicated enough being best friends with a set of twin boys, much less the fact that I was making out with one of them.

Thomas pulled back after a few seconds his eyes bright with excitement, "holy shit... that felt good." I smiled, even if I didn't want to, it just happened. Leaning in once again, we found our lips clashing against each other, there was something about Thomas' lips, something that only made me want more. More of him, more of whatever this was.

Our lips separated a few times in between kisses Thomas anxiously tugging at the bottom of my shirt, giving in, I yanked it up over my head immediately pushing our lips back together, I never wanted it to end.

"Shit." he mumbled pulling back as I began to tug at the hem of his navy blue shirt, he pulled it over his head and tossed it off to the side quickly attacking my neck with his lips, suddenly I was grateful that none of his family was home. Even his brothers.

After a few more minutes of uninterrupted kissing, he pulled back his eyes having darkened slightly with his obvious arousal, "you wanna do this?" he asked his breaths coming out in rushed whispers, I nodded my head, "hurry up and get your pants off." I muttered moving to rid myself of my own as he did the same.

Everything that felt so wrong at that moment felt so right, having sex with a Stilinski boy, having it with one of the twins, having it with Thomas.

I knew it would be something to remember.

As soon as we finished stripping ourselves of our pants, we looked up at each other. Without listening to my conscience, I looked down at the crotch of the boy's boxers, there, a little way down, was a small evident wet patch where his erection seemed to be prodding at the material.

"Did you already get off in your pants?" he narrowed his eyes, not at all amused by the shitty joke, "ha, ha, ha. I'll be getting off in you." I watched as a grin crossed his lips and he closed the little bit of distance between us.

Our lips connected seconds later and I let out a low moan as his hand caressed my ass, finding it a bit harder than I had originally thought to reach the boy's lips at the angle we currently stood in, I wasn't the least surprised when Thomas cupped his hands beneath my ass and lifted me into his arms.

"You seem eager." he rolled his eyes, yet again, not amused. Pulling away from his soft lips I frowned at him, "if you wanna be grumpy we can stop." while the threat wasn't completely threatening, it seemed to get Thomas out of his mood, he didn't want to lose the opportunity to relieve himself, not when he was so close."I'm going to fuck you so good." he mumbled leaning forward to gently drop me onto the mattress.

Letting out a small laugh, I pulled him forward a thrill rushing through my body as he fell on top of me. "Stop talking about it and do it already." I spoke my lips just barely leaving his to get the words out, pulling back after a moment, his expression neutralized worry pricking at the edges.

"Are you sure you wanna do this?" he seemed nervous, maybe even on edge, as if the scene would disappear if he didn't find some way to engage every few moments.

I gave a small nod scooting closer to him, his face softened with a smile and he leaned forward bringing his hands up to my legs to gently spread them so he could have access to what they had before blocked, he sprawled out on his stomach his face mere inches from my heat, I could feel his cool breathing fanning out across my folds as he remained still his eyes taking it all in.

Looking up at me with hungry eyes, he moved to open his mouth, "has Stiles ever seen you like this?" frowning, I slightly sat up confused by the question, "no, why's it matter?" he shook his head reaching his hand forward to push me back into the mattress, "just try to relax." he mumbled leaning forward once again.

The second his tongue flicked across my clit, I knew I had been missing out with the Stilinski boy. He had a magical tongue, that much was for sure.

He kitten licked a stripe through my folds his tongue feeling warm and foreign to my body as I took in the sensation, letting out a small moan, I reached my hand down to his head and threaded my fingers through his hair the boy contentedly mumbling beneath his breath at the sudden action.

A cough sounded throughout the room.

Both of us shot up from our position frantically searching for cover before our eyes fell to the person at the door; Mitch.

Thomas had claimed he wouldn't be home for several more hours as he had to go grab a few things from the store and then meet up with his boss.

And there he was, standing before us.

His arms were crossed over his chest as he leaned into the doorframe, taking a step forward, he let his arms fall to his sides before shooting Thomas an amused look, "you know, when you paid me twenty bucks to leave the house for a few hours, I didn't expect you to be fucking anyone." I shot Thomas a look half tempted to tell him to get rid of his perv of a brother.

Thomas- clutching a blanket over his exposed skin- glared at his brother, "can you go? Like, out of the house? We're kinda in the middle of something." Mitch pursed his lips, "I can see that." he spoke crossing his arms over his chest again, Thomas frowned before gesturing to the door, "then go." his voice was tight with frustration, he'd simply asked for him to leave for some bit and there he was, home earlier than they'd agreed upon.

"I'm gonna need a bit more, to keep this to myself of course." Thomas scowled at the boy, there was no way in hell he'd tell their Dad, unless he did. And then he'd never hear the end of it. "I don't get paid till next Wednesday." he whined gesturing to his small clear mason jar on his desk, all that sat within it was a few pennies.

"I wasn't talking about money you dumbass." he paused shifting his gaze to me for a brief moment, "I want her." Thomas's eyes widened and he turned to look at me with a rough shake of his head, "go the hell away Mitch, fucking creep." he mumbled turning to grab his lacrosse stick.

"Why don't we ask her what she wants? An experienced guy, that can make her cum, or, an inexperienced teen that has trouble staying hard?" Thomas frowned turning to look at me for an answer, I didn't want to answer, but Mitch's offer seemed a lot better compared to what Thomas had laid out on the table.

"Well? What's it gonna be sweetheart?" the name sent a thrill down my spine, something it shouldn't have done.

"What about both? I've got more than one hole." Mitch raised an eyebrow before a smile fell across his lips, "I think we can fit it all in one, doll." Thomas turned to look at his brother questioning why in God's name he wanted to fuck her to begin with.

Moving to pull his shirt over his head, Mitch turned to glance at his brother, "she a virgin?" the boy rolled his eyes, "why don't you ask her?" Without waiting for his question to roll around to me, I answered, "I'm not." Mitch smiled, not that I was able to see it, "this is gonna be an interesting time then." he spoke stripping himself of his pants until only his boxers remained, he gestured to the blanket covering Thomas's boxers half tempted to tell him it wasn't necessary.

"Get your pants off, you can't fuck her with your dick tucked away." Thomas mumbled something incoherent beneath his breath quickly tossing the blanket off to the side as his brother pulled his boxers down his legs revealing the long length he had managed to hide away behind the fabric.

The younger of the two followed suit slightly put off by the fact his cock was out for both of them to see, he stopped a foot away from his brother watching as his eyes fell over the covered sight of me.

I felt odd, out of place, like an object the boy was desperately seeking to get a use out of. And it gave me a small rush of adrenaline.

"I'm thinking hands and knees." Mitch stated turning back to look at his brother, he reached his hand up to his neck and gently scratched it before giving an absent shrug, "I don't see why it's important... what position we fuck her in." Mitch clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth, "Tommy, tom." he turned to look at his brother. "We do hands and knees when we want to use more than one hole." Thomas's eyes widened, not that they should have, as I'd already proposed both of them get a go.

"You are too cute." he mumbled beneath his breath making his way around the side of the bed before climbing onto the mattress, he softly poked at the sheet- the only thing hiding my body from his lustful eyes- "come on doll, there's no point in hiding." he reached for the sheet pulling it away with a soft whiz as it slid right off the bed.

"I'll take her mouth, you can take the other." Thomas- unsure of what the hell they were trying to attempt- climbed onto the bed refraining from letting out a sound of protest when Mitch flipped me onto my stomach the mattress feeling cold against my warmed skin.

"Come on sweetheart, hands, and knees for me." I did as told my heart racing at the thought of what was going to come next, I was nervous, but at the same time, I wanted it more than anything.

Mitch gestured to my arms meeting Thomas's gaze for a split second, "grab her hands, once we start going at it she's gonna be trying to pull off my cock, it'll give you more leverage too." Thomas looked down half embarrassed and half worried, he had no clue what he was doing.

"Go on, grab her arms." he restated, resting his hand beneath my shoulder blades to try and keep me from falling face-first into the mattress, he waited until Thomas had begun to position his cock at my entrance to get his own ready to be pushed into my mouth.

"Get it in and then grab her." he spoke looking down at me to catch the look on my face as Thomas slid in, when he did, I could feel my hole stretching around him, and it felt like absolute blinding bliss.

After a few moments of the boy trying to make sure his cock wasn't going to slip out, he reached forward and grabbed my arms holding them tightly behind me in each of his hands, meanwhile, Mitch had nudged his cock past my lips his hands finding their way to my hair as he thrusted a few times waiting to see what his brother's pattern would look like.

"Tom, pick up the pace, she's not gonna cum with you going at it like a sloth." Thomas let out a grunt beneath his breath roughly thrusting forward with unknown energy, "there you go." he smiled thrusting forward past my lips, now I understood why he'd told Thomas to grab my arms.

He wanted me to gag around his cock.

And he was surely doing that much.

The long length slid throughout my throat with an inhumane speed my eyes watering with the gagging sensation he was providing, I could feel his length pressing into the skin of my throat, I knew that if someone were to look at it right now, they would see the outline of his cock sinking into my throat as he attempted to skull fuck me.

It only took Mitch a few seconds to gather my hair into a ponytail before he was using that to sling me back and forth like a toy of sorts, Thomas seemed to be enjoying himself, and if there was one word to describe the feeling they were giving me.

It would be Euphoria.

Nothing mattered at that moment, just that Mitch's cock was sliding down my throat with no mercy to spare in regards to speed while Thomas was rocking his hips back and forth against mine with his thick length widening my hole with each thrust.

Holding me forward after the next thrust, Mitch watched my eyes as they continued to water and I gagged around him once more, a smile crossed his lips, "you like choking on my cock sweetheart?" giving a subtle nod I waited for him to continue, to provide me with some relief, instead, he brought his hand across my face and watched as I gagged even harder around him.

"Yeah, I bet you liked that you little slut." he paused before bringing his hand down across my cheek again, "you like being fucked by two guys at the same time? Are you so eager for cum that you wanna be a whore?" when no response came he brought his hand up again and brought it across my cheek, "I asked you a question slut, now answer." he pushed back my head with a pop from my lips waiting for his answer.

"Yes." I mumbled, he grabbed my chin tilting it up towards his face, "yes what?" I paused unsure of what he wanted me to call him. "Yes Daddy." my voice came out warbled from all the spit but it didn't matter as he dove right back in and started to increase the pace and severity of his thrusts. I let my tongue slid beneath Mitch's cock quickly locating the prominent vein that was located there, I looked up at him through teary eyes as drool leaked from my lips at the sudden feeling of him shuddering inside of me, seconds later he would shoot his thick white liquid down my throat without warning before pulling me off his length.

He let out a pant watching as I gasped for air a few strings of his cum dripping down my chin with the bubbly spit gathering at the edges, a few moments later, Thomas was letting out a grunt before abruptly pulling out as Mitch slapped my ass.

He watched him with wide eyes, he'd been so close, and like most things, Mitch seemed to have screwed that up for him as well.

"Get under her." he stated, willing himself not to argue with his brother, he laid on the bed gently pulling me to lay atop him, "hey princess." he softly smiled reaching his hand up to dab at the drool, "she looks pretty good all fucked out with swollen lips right?" Thomas nodded his head, he couldn't disagree, she did look good.

"You can go ahead and start with her." he stated hovering at the edge of the bed, raising an eyebrow, he adjusted his cock at my entrance before slowly pushing in his eyes taking in the sight of me opening my mouth to moan, "thrust a few times and then stop." Mitch spoke again climbing onto the bed to approach me from behind.

Thomas did as told pausing on his fourth stroke to meet his brothers gaze, "I meant what I said about fitting all of it in one doll." and with that, he began to wedge his spit slicked cock into my hole, despite the fact I had been the one to propose the idea, I hadn't actually expected them both to use the same hole, at the same time.

But it felt mind-blowing.

Everything seemed to fade away and the only thing that mattered was that they both move. I let out a moan letting my head fall onto Thomas's chest with a soft thud, Mitch, eager to get started, yanked me up so I was somewhat on my knees- my hole available for him to pound with Thomas's help- "can someone please just start moving, I need to cum... so bad." I moaned out the packed feeling in my hole sending rushes through me.

I desperately needed a release.

"Sure thing doll." I regretted the decision for a split second before the euphoria hit again, I wasn't even sure it was possible, not till it happened, but, Mitch slid in effortlessly roughly thrusting forward with as much force as he could muster. Thomas- finally picking up on what the idea was- began to thrust as well his own cock squeezing against his brothers as they worked together to fuck my hole.

It was one thing to have one cock, but two, going as fast and rough as they were, it was something I could have never imagined.

Something from an erotic dream.

The older of the two reached forward taking my hair in his hand once again, pulling my head up from Thomas's chest he would now be able to hear all the sounds I'd been trying so hard to muffle against the boy's chest.

"Holy fuck." I whined, the sound of skin slapping and moans resonated throughout the house, and for the first time in forever, I thanked the fact that I'd ignored my gut and gone to Thomas's house when no one else was around.

"Just like that, moan for me doll." Mitch spoke bringing his other hand to my ass before roughly slapping at the already red skin, it seemed he knew no limits, not that I was complaining.

"I'm gonna cum." I managed to get out my skin slick with sweat as both of them continued to pound my aching hole, "you better not sweetheart, not till we get to fill you up." absently nodding, I could feel the spring in my stomach slowly beginning to wind up, it only snapped when I felt the hot stringy liquid shooting through my hole from both boys' cocks.

Opening my mouth, a moan escaped as they lazily thrusted a few times trying to get me through my orgasm as quickly as possible.

Thomas reached his hand down quickly rubbing at my clit for a few moments before I let out a sound between a moan and a scream, something that sent Mitch grinning before he pulled out his cock soft from the high he'd just experienced.

Running a hand through his hair, he watched as my body slightly shook from the bone-shattering orgasm for a few moments, it was single-handedly the best thing I'd ever experienced.

"Shit, I wish I'd come home sooner." he mumbled watching as his brother pulled his cock from my hole and their hot cum slowly began to drip from my throbbing heat.

[twislife]

Be there

I was just sitting in my living room, flipping through channels; trying to occupy my mind and failing miserably. I looked at my phone and nothing. Stiles was going to tell Scott what happened with Donovan. The real story. I had finally convinced him. He was supposed to call or text me when he and Scott were done talking.

It was almost 11:00 now and I still had some homework to finish. I turned the TV off and walked upstairs to my room in search of some pajamas. I settled for a pair of little silk pajama shorts and an over sized hoodie (stiles' lacrosse hoodie, to be exact). I took my bra off, threw the hoodie and shorts on, grabbed my chemistry book and made my way back down stairs.

I grabbed my phone off of the coffee table, I had a missed call and a voicemail: Stiles. In the beginning of the message I could only hear Stiles heavy breathing,

‘I’m coming over,’

he said in a raspy voice full of...full of what? anger…frustration...grief? I looked out the window and Stiles jeep was already parked, my breath hitched. Something about the sound in his voice tonight, it was nerve wracking. I wasn’t sure, but it seemed almost desperate. It made me crave him. I had to remind myself repeatedly that I was not on stiles mind like that; I’m Just the girl the listens to him without judgment. I was there for stories of Lydia, he talked to me about the girl he almost lost his virginity to, and he cried on my lap when she lost her life to the darach. I was there when Malia walked in and out of stiles love life.

‘Just be there for him again’ I had to tell myself over and over again. A knock at the door made me jump back to reality. He let himself in while I was just standing in the living room. I turned to set my book on the end table and I leaned against the wall and I just looked at him. He looked like he had been crying. It was heart breaking. He didn’t even say anything to me, he just looked to the floor. Then - two strides was all it took before he was right in front of me. He put his arms on each side of me, making the hair on my neck stand.

“he wouldn’t listen to me,” he says with the most hurt look on his face. “I’ll talk to him tomorrow Stiles, Scott will understand, he has t-” I started, but was cut off with a rough kiss, I gasped at the suddenness of it.

The kiss eased up and I just melted into it, his lips on mine so urgent, he wanted me here and now. He slipped his tongue along my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I willfully obliged, letting out a moan when he crashed his tongue into mine. We passionately explored each others mouths. He smelled of mint, his skin of slight lavender. It was all completely intoxicating.

“Stiles..”

I pulled away from kiss briefly.

“Please. Just do this for me, you believed me when no one else did. I need this. I need you.” he said looking into my eyes.

‘Just be there for him’ I replayed my own words in my head. He looked down at me, his amber eyes darkened with lust and I couldn’t help but to completely fall into the trance he had on me. I kissed him again, this time connecting our tongues almost instantly. He grabbed my hair and pulled back, exposing my neck and giving him better access to the sensitive spot. He bit hard on the sweet spot at the crook of my neck, I let a moan out at the sensation as he caressed the spot with his tongue.

I knew I should have stopped. I should have made him leave. I couldn’t. I wanted this. Whether it be one time or a million, I wanted Stiles. Right here and now. I craved him. And he wanted me. He kissed and sucked up my neck then pressed his lips to mine again. He softly ghosted his long fingers on the bare skin beneath the hoodi3 making me quiver. I grabbed a fist full of his hair and pulled, earning a deep moan from him.

I pushed him away gently and he sighed at the lost connection. I smile as a fun thought ran through my mind.

“I’m sorry, I ju-” he began.

“First one to my room wins!” I yelled. he jumped at my sudden loudness and smirked at me briefly before turning and sprinting through the kitchen to the stairs. I was following close behind so when he stopped to turn and see where I was, I took the opportunity to duck underneath him, of course he grabbed me with his long arm and pulled me down the two steps I had gotten up. I fell back laughing in his arms, quickly he set me on my feet and ran up the stairs two at a time. I walked up the stairs still laughing,

“Okay you won!” I giggled.

As I reached the top step my laughter got cut short when I walked in and he is only in boxers. I looked at him, biting my lip at the sight of his toned body standing in my bedroom.

“What do I win?” He asked smirking. I pulled my sweatshirt over my head, revealing my bare chest. His jaw dropped and I blushed excitidly. He walked to me licking his lips and connected our lips again. He turned and kicked the door shut still kissing me passionately. He dragged his hand up the exposed skin; the softness of his hands on me made me ache at the core, and he took my breast in his hand and began palming it. I mewled in pleasure which only fueled him. Building confidence, he rolled one of my hardened nipples between his long fingers and attached his mouth to the other kissing and sucking on it.

I arched my back as I started to feel the familiar sensation building up in the pit of my stomach. I ran my hands through his hair and rubbed my thighs together trying to create a little of the friction that I was craving so badly. He took my squirming as a sign and he switched his mouth to the other nipple and put his free hand around my waist. He pulled me toward my bed. He backed up until his knees hit the edge of my bed and unattached his mouth from my taut peek. I pushed him backwards and he fell on the bed and smirked. I got on top of him, one leg on each side. I could feel his hard length pressing up against my silk covered heat. I moaned and started to roll my hips, he bucked his creating more friction, making me gasp. I pulled from the kiss and attaches my lips to his neck, sucking and pecking down to his collarbone causing him to let out a low growl. I traveled from his collarbone to his abs, they tensed at my touch. I gently bit and kissed until I got to the waistband of his boxers and I licked a stripe up his happy trail causing his muscles to tighten again. A demanding animalistic groan left his mouth, I smiled as I swiftly pulled down his boxers, his generous size sprang up and slaps against his stomach. My eyes widened as I looked at his length, he smirked at my expression and I blushed. He lifted an eyebrow while looking down at me, like he was challenging me.

So, in one quick motion his entire length was in my mouth hitting the back of my throat,

“Holy fu-” he tried saying between moans.

I slowly started to move my head up and down his length and I swirl around the tip of his cock with my tongue - making him let out another loud moan, I took it all to the back of my throat again, bobbing my head up and down with him moaning my name over and over. The feeling in my core began to become unbearable as I felt my panties becoming soaked. I slowly slid his length out of my mouth letting go with a ‘pop’.

He Sat up on his elbow while I wiped my mouth. He then sat up all the way and pulled my head in and kissed me lightly before pressing his forehead to mine.

“My turn,” he said quickly. Before I could register what was happening he had me pinned on my bed and was attacking my neck again. He traveled his tongue down my neck, leaving a gentle kiss on the same spot he had bitten earlier. He grazed his lips down my chest, through the valley of my breasts and he softly kisses down my stomach until he gets to the silk pajama bottoms. He curled his fingers around them and my panties and slowly kissed down my thighs until the garments are completely off of me. He kissed right from my thigh to the sensitive spot right above my heat and I moaned, desperately wanting him to touch me. I bucked my hips and he took a long finger and slid up and down my slick folds and I moaned in return.

“You’re really this wet for me?” He said sticking his finger in his and sucking it.

“You taste so good.” He smirked, Before I knew it, his mouth was roughly sucking my clit. I almost screamed at the sensation. How the fuck was he this good? Feeling especially confident he took two fingers and slid them inside me.

“Fuck, Stiles!” I practically whined. I bucked my hips as the sensation is building and I felt my orgasm getting closer. He slid his fingers faster, making figure eight on my clit with his tongue. The feeling in my core got more and more intense, and he curled his finger just the right way and I felt like I was going to go over the edge at any given second.

“Oh god, I’m gonna-I’m-” I try to moan out. Stiles stops, leaving me desperate for release.

“What the fuck stiles!” I moaned, he climbed on top of me, not saying a word - he shoved his entire length into me, directly hitting my gspot. I moaned loudly, almost animalstically at the feeling of him filling me. He waited for me to give the okay to move.

“Oh please, Stiles,” I begged him. He began at an agonizingly slow pace, roughly hitting my gspot again and again. I bucked my hips trying to get him to move faster and he started slamming his hard cock into me over and over. The room was full of nothing but my loud moans and his grunts bouncing off the walls. He thrusted again, hitting my sweet spot. He shifted and put one of my legs over his shoulder and pounded his length into me, the new angle have me an new sensation that made the knot in my stomach become so tight that felt my self about to erupt mercilessly.

“Oh god Stiles! I-I-I’m gonna cum!” I panted breathlessly and he picked up his pace.

“Cum for me!” he demanded in his desperate raspy voice as he slammed into me again and I lost myself in my vision blurring orgasm. I spewed profanities and his name as it washed over me, I felt myself clench tightly around him and he thruster again moaning my name and I felt him release as the warmth filled me. He rode out our orgasms and collapsed on top of me.

“That was fucking phenomenal” I mumbled in his ear. He lifted his head and pressed it to mine. “Hell yeah, y/n"" he said to me before kissing my lips, gently but still full of desperation.

He rolled off of me and turned away. My heart sank briefly before he grabbed my arm and wrapped it around him. Before I knew it Stiles was sleeping peacefully in my arms. I like being the big spoon, I smiled to myself and fall asleep next to my best friend.