#stiles stilinski x reader smut

[mysticallystilinski]

FEELING [ stiles x fem! reader ]

desc. STILES CAN’T KEEP HIS HANDS OFF YOUR BODY

has : SMUT 17+, fingering, very clingy stiles, tit sucking, tit playing, sub!reader, heavy teasing, whimper!kink.

“please stiles”, you moan out as he rubs against your body. it has been days since he has even came close to touching you. it was an understatement on how badly you needed him. his large hands run up and down your delicate body. he grinned in excitement at any little whimper that comes out of you.

“be patient”, he whispers in your ear. his heavy breath coming that close to you was enough to make you cum. you had no articles of clothing taken off you quite yet, but you knew soon enough he would have to cave in. you push off his torso and place your feet on the cold floor.

you lower your hands to the rim of your shirt, and proceed to pull it off in a quick flash. stiles sat on the bed, practically mind blown at this sudden boost of confidence. you walked closer to him as you heard his breathing pattern get quicker.

stiles had a certain feeling that you were putting on a false show. he tugged onto the waistband of your pants, and pulled you closer in between his legs. he looked up at you with those soft brown eyes. “why are you acting like this sweetheart”, he groaned out. your words got caught in the back of your throat as he slowly stood up and placed you to the side.

he looked down upon you in lust as you scanned his large figure. his brown eyes almost certainly turned to black as he grabbed your shoulders and sat you down upon the bed. he now stood above you while you were in the opposite position as before. he got onto his knees, and slowly ran his hands up and down your thighs.

“stiles please, don’t tease”, you practically whimpered. he interlocked his fingers into your waistband, and slid the soft flannel pants down your legs and to the side of the bed. he was now approached with your light red panties. he slowly moved his head toward your core, took his mouth and dug his teeth upon them.

he smirked as you looked down onto him in waiting. he lowered his head as the panties followed along with him intertwined in his teeth. he dug his fingers into your things as he made his away along your silky legs. he reached the bottom and discarded your sweet panties. stiles mind filled with all the things he wanted to do with you. he thought first about fingering you, then slowly moving onto other things.

he lifted his head up, and saw your facial expression. it was a mix of impression and excitement. your smile lit up the room as stiles started to giggle as he got closer to your heat. he used his large hands to spread your thighs apart, and lowered his head closer. his fingers untangled your thighs and moved to your throbbing pussy.

he slowly inserted one finger, then heard a gasp for air. you whimpered as his long finger headed deeper inside of you. he took it slightly out, and inserted one more finger. your head was thrown back in pleasure as he slowly pumped both fingers in and out. you felt him get closer to you as his fingers continued to glide in and out at the perfect speed.

your body filled with tingles as he increased his speed. one hand was gripping your boob, while the other was heading inside of you. you quickly moved and scrambled as his fingers hit just the right spot. he slowly used the hand on your boob to play with your nipple, slightly pinching it for a pleasurable feeling.

your body was feeling hot and heavy while stiles slowly talked you up to an orgasm. “you’re doing so good y/n”, he spoke. you gasped in shock and pleasure when he said those five words. “please cum for me”, he groaned out. you saw his eyes focused on your wet pussy when he looked up and smirked in a devilish way.

he held eye contact with you as he spoke softly, “baby you look so good taking my fingers.” your head filled with the things he was doing to you, and how good it felt. your core tightened as you felt the moment coming. he hit your g-spot one last time, and you collapsed. cum overflowed out of you as stiles latched his mouth onto your pussy.

he sucked up all he could, and gripped onto your thighs with both hands. you saw him look up at you with his lustful eyes. his tongue delved all around your area as he grinned. he lifted his head and moved his body so that he was on top of you. he lowered his head to your boob as slightly used his tongue to head around the area of your nipple.

stiles couldn’t help but groan as your body smelled sweet. his tongue clenched around your hard nipple, and you moaned out in peace. he slightly chuckled at your noise, but still was focused. he unlatched his mouth, and slightly placed his lips onto yours. he pulled back, “i want you to taste yourself.” your eyes widened but you complied as he stuck his tongue into your mouth. your eyes got heavier as he slid his hand up your bare body.

he made out with you to help you release some tension. you felt on cloud nine as your soft lips intertwined with yours. he removed his lips, and slowly smirked. “what are you up to stilinski?”, you groaned and rolled your eyes.

“round 2?”

[voidpetrova]

pretty boy — stiles stilinski x reader

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content warnings and genre: swearing, alcohol consumption, tit play, unprotected p in v sex, virgin!sub!stiles x experienced!dom!reader — smut

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synopsis: the closest thing he had come to having sex was with his fist, until he confessed to you, that is

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in a dimly lit motel room, the buzzing neon sign outside cast intermittent flashes of light across the peeling wallpaper. the air was thick with tension as stiles stilinski, the epitome of social awkwardness and love-deprivation, sat on one of the twin beds, fumbling with his phone. scott had left to chase after allison, leaving stiles alone with his thoughts and an abundance of uncomfortable silence. just as he contemplated diving into another episode of his favorite tv show to escape the loneliness, there was a soft knock on the door. with a puzzled expression, he pulled it open, revealing you—bold, snarky, and an undeniable knockout. you sauntered in, a sly grin playing on your lips, and in your hand, a six-pack of beer.

“hey there, loser,” you greeted, taking in the melancholic atmosphere. “looks like we've got a room all to ourselves tonight. mind if i join the pity party?” stiles' eyes widened in surprise, a mix of embarrassment and relief washing over him. “uh, sure, come on in,” he stammered, hastily clearing a space on the other bed for you.

you cracked open a beer, handing one to stiles, and settled in comfortably. “so, what's got you wallowing in self-pity?” you asked, your tone laced with genuine curiosity. stiles took a sip of his beer and sighed, avoiding eye contact. “i've been doing some thinking,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “how is it that i've never gotten laid?”

you observed him for a moment, your sharp wit temporarily softened by empathy. “stiles, being in a relationship isn't the be-all and end-all of life,” you said, your voice reassuring. “besides, you're unique in your own quirky way. maybe you just haven't found the right person yet.” he looked at you, his eyes reflecting a mixture of longing and insecurity. “you think so?”

“absolutely,” you affirmed, leaning in a bit closer. “you're a good guy, stiles. you deserve someone who appreciates your quirks and cares about you for who you are.” as the night wore on and the beer cans dwindled, a connection grew between you two. stiles, usually tongue-tied and nervous around others, found himself opening up to you like he never had before. your witty banter and genuine interest put him at ease, making him forget his insecurities.

and then, in the quiet of that dingy motel room, stiles found the courage to confess his feelings. “you know, i've had a crush on you for a while now,” he admitted, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. you raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk gracing your lips. “oh, really? i had no idea,” you teased.

stiles chuckled nervously, his heart pounding in his chest. “yeah, well, i guess it's hard not to when you're so—amazing.” you leaned in closer until your faces were just inches apart. “you know, stiles,” you whispered, “i've had my eye on you too.”

in that small, dimly lit motel room, something shifted between you and stiles. two people, seemingly different in every way, found a connection that transcended their differences. as the night deepened, you and stiles shared more than just beer; you shared stories, dreams, and a newfound closeness that neither of you had expected. it was a moment of vulnerability and connection that would change the course of their lives, igniting a spark of something beautiful amidst the chaos of teenagehood. and as the neon sign outside flickered on and off, it seemed to mirror the uncertainty and excitement of the journey that lay ahead for stiles and the you.

“so,” you began, discarding the empty can of liquid gold as you spoke. you met his gaze, his nervous, shaky gaze with a hint of something unexplainable in your own. whatever it was, it drew him to you. just as much as his nervousness drew you to him. “never been laid, huh?”

the question had him taken aback, leaving him with an almost offended expression as he scoffed. “you almost sound surprised.” he inquired with a, yet again nervous, chuckle. you shrugged, taking the opportunity to sit next to him on the ragged, uncomfortable sheets. “you're a pretty boy, sti, you could say i'm surprised, sure.” he didn't know which part got to him first—perhaps it was the way your tone shifted from playful to seductive in a matter of seconds, or maybe it was the way your siren-like eyes held his shy gaze with an immense need to ruin him. before everything else, he was absolutely sure it was your words that had gotten to him first. pretty boy. yes, the way his jeans tightened only confirmed his lingering thoughts.

“you think i'm pretty?” it almost sounded like a statement, rather than your typical question. you smiled rather gently, fingertips slowly creeping up on him, brushing his hair softly, trailing down his clothed chest, gracefully caressing his bulge through his jeans. “so pretty.” you affirmed.

stiles didn't know how to kiss, he didn't have as much experience as you did. he lacked the experience and tact you had, but not the passion. not the passion, not with you guiding him every step of the way ever so gently. your hands cupped his cheeks, tracing his jawline as you coaxed him into the kiss, allowing him to take baby steps into relaxing and finally melting into it. once he did, you found your tongue sliding into his mouth, intertwining with his as your teeth tugged at his bottom lip, sucking gently. you heard him gasp, and it was adorable. he was like putty under your touch.

“you sure you wanna do this?” the question came out almost as soon as the kiss was broken, leaving him panting with a painful ache in his cock. he nodded, almost too eagerly, puppy eyes desperate to experience this more than ever. you littered kitten licks and kisses down his neck, relishing in the way he shivered at the sensation. you had successfully gotten rid of his shirt, feeling how he only grew more and more eager to get on with it. before you could go any further, you found yourself pushing him back onto the bed, straddling his lap.

he watched in awe from below as you peeled your top off, pulling it off your head, leaving you in a stunning black bra. his eyes admired the curve of your tits, the way the bra squished them together, the recoil incoming with every move you made. “c'mere, baby, don't be shy.” you cooed, encouraging stiles to do more than just stare. it was just what he needed to hear. though inexperienced, he allowed himself to do what he felt was right—peeling your bra off, soft moans of pleasure leaving his mouth as he allowed him to fondle and grope your fatty tits, sucking on them and toying with them in a way that made both of you moan. he had his face buried into the valley of your boobs, teeth grazing the sensitive flesh as you pulled at his dark hair. he looked up at you, with an utterly innocent, horny gaze, saliva dripping down his chin as you watched him rut against the mattress, desperate for some kind of soothing friction. it made you all the more ready to ruin him.

“please, (y/n),” you had him begging for you to help him out, just a little bit. while you helped him remove his jeans, you couldn't ignore the way his moans got you worked up and wet. “gotta fuck you, please, please, please.” it was a string of incoherent pleading and whining, he was even more worked up than you were. he had no other way to act, what, with your tongue dragging alongside his clothed dick, teasing and taunting the wet spot on his boxers. you nuzzled your nose against him, tongue tracing his balls as you listened to the way he meweled, beads of sweat dropping down his temple.

that night, the first thing you found out about stiles was that he was sensitive. extremely sensitive. the second thing? he was hung. the sight of his bare dick made your eyes widen, the same way the feeling of the cool air hitting his hot, angry, hard cock made him hiss. unbeknownst to you, he had been carrying a, vaguely-spoken, above-average size this entire time. it wasn't something he chose to brag about—what would the context be? certainly not how he jacked off to photos of you every night, to polaroids he had taken of you on the beach or the mere thought of you in the position you were currently in. no, surprising you like this was much better.

“big boy, aren't you, sti?” the way you cooed, as if talking to a toddler, made his cock throb. he whined in response, breath hitching in his throat as you used your thumb to smear his dripping precum all over his cock, lubricating it with the thin layer of arousal. “you're gonna make a mess of me.” he hadn't planned on it until now.

he truly didn't know what to expect fron sex up until now. sure, he's heard stories from friends thay included scott and danny, he's heard the standard it set compared to using a hand to get off. however, feeling it for the first time—it was absolutely incomparable. it was another realm of euphoria, feeling his throbbing, aching cock slip into your wet, tight heat. you didn't have to prep yourself or anything, his long, hard dick gliding into the tight ring of muscle without a care in the world. he felt you flutter around him, the sensation better and tighter than when he uaually jacked off. his jaw slacked, eyelashes fluttering as a moan got caught in his throat. he knew he wasn't gonna last long.

“too fuck—fucking tight, jesus, shit—” none of his words were easy to make out, each one coming out slower than the last as you allowed yourself to bounce on his dick, hands pressed to his chest as his cock slid in and out of you. your tits were pressed to his face, and you couldn't help but moan lowly, the thin motel walls offering you little to no support. “so big, stiles,” you gasped out. you were full, fuller than you've ever been or felt up until now. his thick tip was pressing against your cervix, kissing it as he fucked you. “shit, too fucking big, sti.”

he loved it, loved knowing how good he made you feel. he used it to his advantage, repeating things he had only seen in pornos—rubbing your clit, fondling your tits, and grabbing onto your hips, grinding you down onto his dick as he fucked himself into you. he knew he was close, especially fast for his first time, especially fast for your third time. “i—i can't,” he forewarned, and he couldn't.

when he came, his mind went absolutely blank. he came hard, with a loud moan that had come off as unexpected for both of you. he came long and hard, harder than ever before, shooting all of his cum into your cunt, your pussy milking his cock completely, sucking every last drop out. his vision was blurry for a few seconds, and his mouth dry, the inability to form sentences overpowering him. if there was one thing you were good at, it was fucking.

and boy, were you a fucking good one.

[stilessflannel]

"stiles," you purr, sighing with lust as your boyfriend's hands pull your hips harder towards his own, arching your back as his hand rises to gently push you down against the mattress. he hums, leaning down to kiss your lips hard, thrusting into you as your back rubs the sheets under you.

stiles leans back and his mouth opens to murmur something to you, but a ringing noise makes you jolt. both of you turn to look at your phone, which has lit up with the call from someone. stiles sighs and you groan, arm reaching out to grope around for the phone as your other hand threads into stiles' hair, tugging him as he slowly eases on his thrusts.

"oh, god," you say, half moaning as stiles' strokes slow, changing angles as he looks down at you with mischievous eyes. "it's scott." you add, tossing your phone to the edge of the bed.

stiles hums, pulling out of you and grabbing the phone. you whine, looking at him, "no, please keep going, i can call him back later." you beg, desperate to feel him again. stiles raises his brows, "you know he'll just keep calling."

you lean back, sighing because you know stiles is right. "fuck you stilinski. fine." and then you snatch the phone, pressing the answer button. "hey, wh-what's up?" you ask, breathing slightly heavily.

"hey, i was wondering what your plans are later. we need to get some supplies for that party lydia’s having." scott says with a hint of boredom, and you swallow. god, couldn't he have called any other time? at least this will be quick.

you jolt but keep quiet as you feel stiles' fingers gently run through your slick folds, thumb teasing your clit. you let out a short whine and gulp, "oh, uh, yeah i can-can hang out later, just not now-" you swallow. your face feels on fire, excited by the idea of possibly being caught.

"you okay, y/n?" scott asks genuinely, concern lacing his voice. you bite your lip so hard you think it may draw blood as you gasp, "yeah, just...not feeling good." you say, sharply inhaling as stiles quietly chuckles. you send him a glare.

"stiles and i are c-cleaning his room and there's... it's hard work." you mutter breathlessly as you go up on one elbow, eyeing stiles as he smirks, his hand trailing down to stroke his cock. you barely resist a moan as you watch him, biting your lip as you wish you could have him in your mouth.

"okay..." scott says absently, immediately dismissing your excuse as he launches into a conversation with you asking about what you're bringing to lydia's party. you're biting your lip as you fall back onto the mattress, heart racing as you think back to twenty seconds ago when stiles' cock was inside you. "-and, you know, i think stiles' bringing snacks and some games, but maybe if you still have your key you could sneak into the store and get us some-"

you accidentally cut off scott with a gasp followed by a moan as stiles suddenly pushes into you.

your eyes are wide as you stare at stiles, watching as he winks at you, finger going to his lips in a shush motion. you hate how immediate your shivers of lust flow through you, as stiles starts to slowly thrust into you again. you roll your eyes but your face heats up as scott's voice breaks the silence over the phone, "y/n, wh... -are you sure you're alright?"

you pull your hand off your mouth, "yes! yes, i just-" you cough to cover up a moan as stiles starts to thrust harder, "i stubbed my fucking toe." you mutter quietly, glaring up at stiles. he smirks darkly at your words, looking down at you as his large hand creeps up your body, splaying across your breasts and then to your neck, ghosting a squeeze before slipping a finger into your open, panting mouth.

his other hand finds purchase on the skin of your thighs and he winks at you, moving his hips and hitting the perfect spot inside you. the pleasure you feel has your eyes falling back, toes curling.

"oh. well make sure if it's bad that you ice it, don't want you missing any sport...," and then scott launches into a quick story and you hum along to make it seem like you're listening even though all you can think about is stiles and how his hand is tweaking your nipples, splaying across your sternum, as you suck on his fingers.

then he pulls his fingers out of your mouth and presses them to your clit, rubbing in a pattern that has you seeing stars.

"-wait, you said you're with stiles?" scott asks and you cough, throat rough after having stiles' hand on it, "yes, he's- he’s right here." you say breathlessly.

"can you let me ask him something?"

your eyes widen and you gasp a bit, making eye contact with stiles. "s-sure, here he is."

stiles' smirks as he grabs the phone from you, making you nervous, but you bite your lip as he mutters, "hey, scott."

it's quiet for a bit as scott's voice drawls along on the other line and suddenly stiles is pushing your legs up towards your shoulders and speeding up his thrusts, the deep angle almost making you scream in pleasure. his hand falls over your mouth, keeping you quiet as he leans over you, pumping into you and making tears of pleasure form in the corner of your eyes.

stiles mutters, “mhm? yeah, yeah.” to scott, but the sultry way he’s staring at you and the way your nails are raking down his back make you wonder if the words are also for you.

"yeah, she's helping me out, she's always so good like that." stiles says, voice shockingly even for the way that he's fucking you into your mattress. and yeah, that definitely is for you.

the desperation and pleasure creep up on you alarmingly quick and you can't help the whimpers that quietly escape you - you thank god for the loud fan in your room to cover your noises.

stiles hums to scott a few more times, then he slaps your thigh gently as you try to close your legs from the pleasure, knowing when you cum you won't be able to keep quiet. it makes you feel even closer, though. "yeah, scott, i can do that. now listen, i got something important to finish off here so i'm going to give you back to my girl."

you bite your lip, feeling warm as you squirm under his touch, hands shakily taking the phone back from him, then stiles is kneeling above you, fucking you down into the mattress and filling you up fully. "scott," you gasp, "i also have to go, i'll - i'll call you later?" you say, trying your hardest to hold off your orgasm as stiles leans down to kiss along your chest, leaving a purple mark to bloom in the same spot as he thrusts hard into you.

"sure, see you later" scott says as he hangs up.

and then the second your finger presses the off button you're a begging mess, eyes screwing shut as you reach up to grip stiles' neck. his hands push your knees up towards your head, hitting a spot that has you clenching around him, legs shaking as your chest stutters.

"stilinski, god, i'm going to kill you for that." you hiss, causing him to grin, "i fucking hate you, i hate you." you mutter, smacking his cheek lightly. the grin after you leave the smack makes you even closer to the edge, and his hands grip your tits as he leans towards your ear.

his strokes are hitting you deep and hotly as he chuckles, "you liked it. i saw it in your face. pathetic desperation. i can feel it." he whispers against your clammy skin, his fingers brushing against your slick heat as he mutters. your cheeks are hot in embarrassment, and you whimper in need.

you bite your lip hard, resisting a moan as a sharp cry falls from your lips, shaking as you beg, "stiles, just - please, let me cum. please."

"you're so pretty when you beg, look at you. talkin' on the phone to my best friend while i fuck you." he mutters, hand caressing your burning cheek as you whimper. "all mine, so eager and willing to do whatever i want."

you nod, "yes, i'm yours, just - please, please." you whimper. "please say i can cum."

he smiles as he kisses your nose, "would you do whatever i want?”

you stutter an exhale, “yes! fuck, stiles, yes, yes i would. i’m yours.”

he smiles, “cum, then." you do after the next three thrusts, shaking and gasping and calling stiles' name. the euphoria rushes through your body and makes your eyes roll back, chest rising and falling as stiles rides you through your high.

only a minute later, stiles pulls out of you, hand moving to pump himself. "my perfect girl." he mutters as you sit up slightly on shaky elbows, tongue out and mouth open as you pant, stiles' hand moving in quick movements as he chases his own high. then he's grabbing your neck and pulling you toward him, moans leaving his lips as he cums in spurts onto your open tongue and down your chin, a bit dripping onto your chest. his thumb caresses you, opening your mouth wider and smearing his cum on your lips, wiping it from your tits and slapping them lightly, pinching your nipples and making you grin up at him.

and his chest is heaving as he smiles down at you, shaking his head as you swallow his cum, "christ, you're perfect." you tug his arms so that he falls down onto you and you're both chuckling as you become a tangled mess of limbs and beating hearts and blushy cheeks, sticky bodies cuddling close.

"he's going to find out." you say after a few seconds. stiles hums, "what makes you say that, baby? it's not like you were all 'stiles, fuck me harder, please, yes!' while you were on the phone. that was only after." he teases, and you smack his chest lightly, "shut the fuck up, stiles. i hate you." you say through a laugh. he's laughing too as he pulls you even closer, kissing your hairline, "i love you so much, y/n." he says, smiling giddily.

you pull his chin to you, kissing him sweetly. "i love you too, stilinski. but scott's coming over later, he's going to see that we didn't clean the room."

stiles laughs, shrugging as he runs a hand through his ruffled hair, "let him guess. it's funnier that way." and then he's kissing you, rolling on top of you and tickling your sides as you scream and squeal.

repost off my old a03 account

[ghostgardn]

no plot needed

synopsis: porn without plot guys idk. stiles stilinski x reader, very horny, established relationship ig. enjoy

a/n: I am FEEDING y'all today jesus christ. thank me later (>ᴗ•)

“Kiss me again.” You whisper. Stiles smiles brightly, pulling you onto his lap. Your knees and shins press into his mattress. Legs separated as you straddle him. Your arms drape across his shoulders, and your hands connect behind his neck. His hands settle on your waist.

Stiles pulls you impossibly close and his mouth meets yours once again. Your fingers thread through his soft black hair. His tongue dancing with yours, and every tug of his hair had him groaning into your mouth. You settle into his lap more grinding softly into him. Pulling back briefly he looks into your eyes.

“If you keep doing that I’m going to have to lock my door.” Stiles mutters into your mouth. Giving you a quick peck.

“Then lock your door,” He raised a brow, which led you to start leaving wet kisses along his jaw. Which was enough convincing he needed. He nods quickly and lets you get up and move further onto his bed. A knock causes him to open the door and peek his head out. Stiles holds a quick conversation with his father before locking and shutting the door again.

“He’s gonna be out for the rest of the night.” Stiles said, approaching you on the bed and slotting himself between your legs. You smiled brightly and brought his lips to yours once again.

Stiles worked your shirt over your head, and pulled his own off. As he worked your bra off your hands grazed along his chest, pressing down against his stomach. Once he took it off his hands replaced their material. Holding them, two fingers rolled your nipple. Causing your back to arch.

Stiles’ mouth latched onto the other, giving attention to both. He soon started sucking love-bites onto your boobs, blooming purple marks across the expanse of your chest. Stiles dragged his arms down your body, his fingers hooking on the waistband of your sweatpants. Pulling them down with the help of your lifted hips. Leaving you in just your plain white panties.

Stiles stands up and sheds his own pants and is left in his boxer briefs, a large bulge straining against his underwear. He pushed his hair back with his hand and settled on top of you again. He kissed your neck, sucking at your pulse point and making you moan.

Stiles wasted no more time, sliding your underwear down your legs and dropping them to the floor. He lying on his stomach and placing gentle kisses on your chest, working down to your thighs. Eventually lifting them up to rest on his shoulders.

Stiles placed gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs, his hot breath spread against your cunt. Eyes fluttering closed, you felt him kiss your clit. Dispersing soft kisses before upgrading to lapping at your cunt like a man starved. Stiles sucked your clit and teased your hole with his tongue. You felt his arm reach up towards your face, two fingers right in front of your mouth.

“Y’wanna do me a favor?” He asked, you nodded lightly and opened your mouth. Letting him stick his fingers inside. You swirled your tongue around him, and sucked before he pulled them back out again. Stiles then pushed one finger into you, curling it up and thrusting it in and out.

Soon enough a second finger was added. He curled it up just right so he’d hit that sweet spot. That, paired with Stiles sucking your clit, caused your orgasm to rush in. You felt a thick wave of euphoria rush over your body, your legs shook around his head and a loud moan of his name echoed within his room.

Stiles worked you down from your high until you were able to look him in the eye. Your entire body felt on fire. He smirked knowingly, his face glistening with your cum. Stiles kissed you, your cum mixing with his saliva and yours. After a long and deep kiss he pulled back.

“Wanna take my dick, or d’you wanna rest?” Stiles asked seriously, his worry for your wellbeing never fading.

“Mmm-mmm. Want your cock Sti, please. Want your cock.” You whined pulling him in for another kiss, to show him you were fine. He smiled against your lips and nodded. Standing up before sliding his underwear off. Your eyes widened at how large his cock was. You always seemed to forget how thick Stiles’ 7 inch long dick is.

“Think you can take it?” Stiles asked, concern lacing his voice. You nodded very enthusiastically.

“I can take it Sti, please let me try.” You whimpered. “Can I ride you?” You asked, puppy eyes fixed onto his.

“Of course you can ride me baby.” Stiles responded, you very excitedly watched him move to lay on his back. A pillow supporting his lower back so he could look at you.

You took his semi-hard dick, that was laying on his soft tummy, and started pumping it. You spat into your hand and continued to rub him, thumb briefly swiping over the tip. Precum coating your finger. You watched as Stiles’ cock became harder with each pump.

You reached over to his side drawer, pulling out a condom. You ripped the foil open and shrugged the condom over his cock. Stiles watched you lift yourself over him, teasing your folds with his tip. His hips bucked in impatience and you took that as a sign to sink yourself onto his dick.

You moaned the whole way down. Stiles filled the entirety of you, you sank until your thighs met his hips and your clit rubbed against the spot above his shaft. Your hands rested on his abdomen. Still trying to adjust to his girth. Stiles watched you slowly start rising and falling. Rocking your hips back and forth. He started snapping his hips up to meet yours.

You leaned back and used his legs as stability, rolling your hips and bringing yourself up and down. Stiles filled every part of you, his long cock kissing your hilt every time. And with every roll of your hips his thick dick greeted your sweet spot with ease.

Stiles’ moans and groans filled your ears. His hands gripped your hips tightly. Holding you up and pulling you down. His dull fingernails dug into you, hands hot and heavy against your skin. You felt your orgasm approaching, speeding up and bouncing quickly you tried to bring it closer.

“I’m gonna cum Sti,” You whined, pushing yourself up and down harder and harder. Legs shaking with the pressure of staying upright.

“Cum for me babe.” Stiles says, voice hoarse. You let yourself going quickly losing your pace and squeezing him like a vice. He would’ve doubled over in pleasure if he wasn’t already lying down. He thrusted very briefly before coming himself. You lied on top of him, sweaty and still a little shaky.

Stiles pressed a brief kiss to your forehead, lying his head against yours. Soon enough he stopped relishing in your post-sex glow and grabbed a soft washcloth to clean you and him both up. Stiles pushed you into the bathroom to pee while he got you some pajamas ready.

After you finished he presented one of his oversized graphic-tees, and your underwear. You took them gratefully and put each on. Hugging Stiles soon after, he smelled like sweet cologne, fresh laundry, and home. He settled down into his bed and offered you the spot next to him. You cuddled up under his arm and smiled up at him.

“Love you Stiles.” You hummed, nuzzling into his neck.

“I love you too baby.”

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[blue-sadie]

Rain Check

Imagine:

Being partnered up with stiles and scott you guys planned to do the project at your house since your parents were out of town, so you ordered pizza got snacks and drinks so you can focus on the project but that idea immediately went out the window.

"Aw scott keep doing whatever it is your doing she's fucking tightening around me so much she's fucking begging for us to breed her"

[stilinskibaby]

PAIRING : post-void stiles x reader.

CONTENT : fluff + smutish.

stiles is the type of man that's handsy, his hands are on your ass every chance they get. nimble fingers pinching your nipples into they're hard and then rolling them around with his fingers. and the moment his hands can find your cunt, he's taking his sweet, sweet time.

the pads of his forefingers find your clit quickly, rubbing the sweet nub until your begging for his cock. he loves the way you get breathless, whining into his neck and kissing him when you can manage it.

but he's not stopping until you cum twice (at least) from his fingers before he'd bless you with his dick, he'd stretch you oout with two of his fingers. pistoning in and out of your cunt while you beg for mercy.

“you asked for this didn't you, darling? isn't this what you wanted? don't you want me to fuck you?”

[girlhooddiaries]

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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.

[slut4thebroken]

Chapter four: Enemies with benefits

Pairing | Stiles × reader

Summary | Stiles helps reader stop overthinking :)

Warnings | sexual content, 18+, sexual tension, spanking, oral (f receiving), praise, degradation, kissing, grinding

Words | 7k

Notes | This chapter is kind of when it started turning into an actual story rather than one shots.

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Chapter 3

“How much longer until he’s here?” You paced around the room while Stiles sat on his bed checking his phone again. 

“Well he was supposed to be here ten minutes ago. Five minutes ago he said he was going to be late. He hasn’t responded to me asking how late he’ll be.” He set his phone on the bed and watched you. 

“Can you just- sit down? You’re making me anxious.” You looked at him with a scowl but sat on his bed, as far away from him as possible. 

“This whole situation doesn’t feel right. It feels like we’re missing something big but no one can contact us.” You picked at your nails, your knee bouncing repeatedly. 

“I’m sure it’s fine. He didn’t seem like something was wrong when he texted. Maybe he just needed to see his mom first or something.” 

“Yeah… Yeah you’re probably right.” You said, unconvincingly. Stiles moved closer to you and placed his hand on your thigh, making your movements stop. 

“Let’s do something in the meantime to keep your mind off it.” His thumb was just barely rubbing your thigh, you weren’t even sure he knew he was doing it. But with his hand on your bare thigh, just inches from the bottom of your skirt, his words felt like an innuendo. You looked between his hand and his face, a blush painting your cheeks. 

“Like what?” You said, a lot breathier than you intended. 

“I don’t know.” He chuckled. “I didn’t think that far ahead.” You gave him a small smile. 

“Well you’re always the one with the plan. You come up with something.” 

“Anything I want?” He rasped. You swore you felt his hand move up just barely. 

“Within reason.” You said and he hummed, looking you up and down slowly. 

“Well I can think of one thing, but I doubt you can handle it.” He chuckled under his breath, his thumb moving more obviously now. You furrowed your brows. 

“What makes you think that?” You replied, with way too much bratty ness in your tone. He just looked at you with a smirk. 

“I know you, princess.”  

“I doubt that.” You scoffed. “I tend to surprise people.”

“Oh I know. I remember Allison's birthday party when we all got drunk and played never have I ever.” He moved his hand up your thigh until his pinky finger grazed your skirt and your breath hitched. “I could tell that you liked the attention. You liked people finding out that you’re not as innocent as they think you are.” He leaned his face closer to yours. 

“Remember how shocked they all were when they found out that not only were you not a virgin… but that you’ve done a-“

“Okay!” You leaned away from him suddenly. “Just- stop.” You closed your eyes and took a deep breath, hearing him laugh under his breath. 

“You’re too easy, princess.” 

That. That one sentence made all of your pent up anger and frustration toward him surface again, burying any remaining lust. 

“You- that was… I didn’t-“ You growled, standing up from the bed, making his hand fall from your thigh. “You play dirty, Stilinski.” You scowled at him.  

“Only if it means I win.” He shrugged with a smirk. He stood up and stalked toward you, making you stagger backwards. “You know I think I like this game a lot more than the normal screaming matches we have.” Your back hit the wall and he put both hands up, caging you in. “Especially because I always win.” He whispered. 

“No you don’t.” You snapped, ignoring the heat in your face from how close he is. 

“You want me to prove it to you?” He leaned closer to you, but still wasn’t touching you yet. 

“Do your worst, Stilinski.” You held your chin high, trying to convey confidence that you didn’t have.

“See that’s the thing,” He let a hand slide down the wall until it fell by his side, moving to your waist soon after. “I don’t even have to do my worst. Just a few light touches,” His thumb played with the top of your skirt, “and the right words… and that’s all it takes.”

“You’re full of shit.” You spat, holding in a whimper. 

“Always have such a mouth on you.” He chuckled. “You don’t believe me?” He raised his eyebrows, waiting for a response that never came. He hummed in thought, the hand on your waist still playing with your skirt, teasing you. He looked down at it then brought his other hand down to grab your hip. 

“I’ve always loved this skirt.” He mumbled. The hand on your hip slowly moved down the outside of your thigh. “So fucking short…” He groaned. 

“And when you wear it with that cute, little tank top?” His hand squeezed your waist, hard, making your breath hitch. His other hand started sliding back up your thigh, this time under your skirt. He reached your hip and then let out a disapproving hum. 

“Only panties? No shorts?” You turned your head away with a blush. His hand moved from your waist to your face, gripping your cheeks and pulling you back to face him. “You walk around like this all day, princess? It’s so easy for anyone to just…” His thumb traced the skin beneath waistband, “take whatever they want. But I bet that’s why you like it though. You like the thought that all anyone has to do is just flip up this tiny thing and pull your panties to the side and they’ll complete access.” He rasped, tracing the top of your underwear until he reached the small bow in the center. 

“Can I see?” He asked softly and you stared at him with wide eyes. Swallowing the lump in your throat, you gave him a small nod. “Words, princess.” 

“Yes.” You whispered. He kneeled in front of you and put both hands on your thighs, then slowly dragged them up. You let out a shaky breath as you watched him. He reached your skirt and lifted it at a torturously slow pace until he could tuck the bottom into the waistband. He glanced at you but quickly focused on the task at hand again.

“Why am I not surprised?” The corners of his mouth turned up a little. “These are cute. They really justify the ‘princess’ nickname.” He chuckled and looked up at you with dark eyes. The colors matched your skirt with light pink fabric, white lace trim, and a pink bow. You know what he means though… They definitely aren’t helping your case. You’re just glad you didn’t wear a thong today.  

“Maybe for your birthday I should get you a pair that has ‘princess’ embroidered on it.” He smirked. 

“Ha. Ha.” You deadpanned, even though the thought made your knees weak. He eyed your underwear again and grabbed your hips. He shuffled back on his knees a few inches then started turning your hips. 

“Let me see the back.” He uttered softly. You didn’t have time to register what he said before you were completely turned around. He tucked the back of your skirt up the same way he did for the front.     

His hands grabbed your ass roughly and you stifled a moan. When he spanked you, you gasped loudly in surprise and… you hate to admit it… pleasure. Your hands rested on the wall, steadying yourself. 

“I’ve always wanted to do that.” He mumbled, but you could practically hear the smirk in his voice. He went back to kneading your ass and at this point, it was getting hard to tell if you were still “playing the game” or not. 

His fingers slipped under the fabric and he dragged his nails down your skin, making breath hitch and your knees buckle slightly. When he laughed under his breath you could feel it against your skin. 

“You like when it hurts?” You squeezed your eyes shut and put your forehead on the wall. He spanked you again, harder this time, and you couldn’t hold down the whimper crawling it’s way up your throat. “Answer me.” 

“Yes.” You breathed. His hands rubbed up and down your thighs and your ass slowly. 

“Do you want me to hurt you more?” 

“Yes…” You said it so quietly that even you barely heard it. He stood up and his hands grabbed your hips, turning you around quickly. He slammed you back against the wall and put a thigh between your legs. 

“Say it.” He gruffed, hands tightening on your hips. 

“I…” You whined quietly and looked away from him with a blush. He just grabbed your face and turned you back to him. “I want it…” You whispered. His hand moved from your face to grab your neck and you gasped at the pressure. 

“Say it.” He said, harsher this time. 

“I want you to hurt me more.” You said quietly, your head feeling floaty from the hand on your throat. He pressed his leg against your core harder and your hips bucked at the sudden friction. 

“Yeah?” He looked between your eyes and your lips. You rutted against him again and just nodded in response. His hand snaked up to your hair and he gripped it tight, then pulled your head back.

“With pleasure.” He whispered, before using his grip in your hair to pull you from the wall and drag you to his bed. He turned you around so your back was to him and pushed you forward. Your chest hit the bed with your feet still firmly planted on the ground. Roaming his hands over your body, his touch left trails of fire along your skin. They settled on your ass again and you waited. 

Stiles pulled your underwear up so he had access to more skin and you almost breathed a sigh of relief. Despite what you’re currently doing, removing clothes feels like it would be crossing the line. 

“How many?” You knew he wasn’t actually asking. “One for every time you’ve pissed me off?” You almost flipped him off, but decided against it considering your current position. “We’d be here all night if I did that.” He chuckled. “How about we start with ten, hm?” He asked and you gave him a small ‘okay’ in response. 

“I’m so fucking tempted to use my belt right now.” He mumbled and your thighs clenched. 

“You can.” Your voice was so small, you barely recognized it. 

“You sure?” 

“Positive.” You heard the clinking of his belt buckle and clenched your thighs again. If you weren’t wearing underwear, you’d probably be visibly dripping down your thighs by now. 

“Ready?” 

“Too scared, Stilins- Fuck! What the hell?!” You growled, looking back at him. 

“I’d shut up if I were you. Unless you want an extra five.” He smirked, wrapping part of the belt around his hand. You just huffed and placed your head down on the bed again. “Count them.” He demanded, and you rolled your eyes. 

“One.” 

“Wow look at that. She can follow directions.” He snickered. Before you could even formulate a response, the belt landed on your ass again. 

“Two.” You breathed heavily through your nose, trying to get used to the sting. When he hit you again, you whimpered. After the fourth time, you moaned. 

“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this. Everytime you’d insult me, or push me, I’d just imagine how satisfying it’d be to bend you over and spank your ass till you bruise.” Your breath hitched, but you were determined not to let him win this easily. 

“Trust me, I’ve thought the same about you.” You snickered. 

“You just don’t know when to shut up do you?” He sighed. “Maybe I’m not hitting you hard enough.” You didn’t have to face him to know he was smirking. You held your breath, your fists clenching the sheets below you. 

He did in fact hit you harder this time. You let out a choked moan and whispered, “Shit.” It hurt like hell- and you loved it. 

“F-five.” You whimpered. His hand kneaded your cheeks again and you whimpered at how sore they felt. 

“Fuck- Stiles.” You cried, feeling tears start to well in your eyes. “It hurts.” You said through a breath. 

“Good.” His hands left you and seconds later you felt another hit. You let out a choked sob and felt some tears starting to fall. 

“We’re barely half way done and you’re already crying?” He clicked his tongue disapprovingly. “Can the little princess not handle it?” He cooed, leaning over you until his face was next to yours. You hissed at the feeling of his jeans on your sore skin. 

“I- I can.” You sniffled. He lifted a hand to wipe your tears and you finally looked at him. His cheeks were pink and his lips red and wet, and you couldn’t help but think that you wanted to kiss him.

“We don’t have to keep going.” He said quietly. “I promise I won’t be upset if you want to stop.” You know he’s telling the truth. Stiles isn’t the type to coax a girl into doing something she doesn’t want to do. 

“Do you want to stop?” You whispered, watching as he licked his lips and looked over your face. 

“It’s not up to me… but, no. I don’t want to stop.” 

“Good. Neither do I.” He almost looked surprised by your response, but he quickly snapped out of it. He gently brushed your hair behind your ear and the feeling in your stomach was different from the arousal you’ve been feeling so far…

“I won’t go as hard.” He said and the corners of your lips turned up. 

“Don’t get soft on me now, Stilinski.” You chuckled and he smiled in response. 

“Careful what you wish for, princess.” He leaned back up and grabbed the belt again. The second you became aware of the dopey grin you were sporting, you immediately dropped it. You didn’t have time to think about it anymore before his voice pulled you out of your thoughts. 

“Ready?” His voice, somewhat back to the tone from before. 

“I don’t have all day.” You smirked and looked back at him. 

“I’m letting you get away with it for now, but you better drop the attitude or it’s going to be eight more instead of just four.”

“Is that a promise?” You watched him scoff and roll his eyes and you let out a small laugh. He landed the belt on your ass again and you gasped in surprise. 

“I’m not gonna break, Stiles. Just hit me.” You teased, but still tried to convey that you are actually okay and want him to hit harder. 

“Three more, princess. Count down for me.” You felt the sharp sting on your right cheek and you let out a low moan. 

“Three.” You gasped, pushing your hips back slightly. The belt landed on your left cheek this time and you whimpered- that was the side he hit really hard before. 

“Two.” You said through a whine.

“One more, baby. You ready?” You tried not to focus on the pet name he used or the way it made your stomach flutter. 

“Fucking hell, Stiles just-“ You cut off with a gasp and a loud moan. He hit you harder than before, and horizontally across both cheeks. You heard the belt drop to the floor and then he was helping you up. 

“Here lay down,” He guided you to lay down on the bed with your head on his pillow, still on your stomach. “Don’t move!” And then you heard his loud steps leaving the room quickly. You breathed in the scent on his pillow and closed your eyes. Your breathing was slowing down more and you were almost starting to get sleepy. 

“Ow- fuck!” You heard him curse, after a loud bang. Finally you heard him running back into the room. 

“Okay. I got aloe vera.” He held up a bottle and you furrowed your brows in confusion. “It’ll help with the burning feeling.” He explained. 

“Oh.” You said. You held your hand out for the bottle and started to sit up. 

“I’ll do it.” You looked at him with slightly wide eyes. “I don’t have to if you don’t want me to.” He added quickly. “It’ll just be easier though.” 

“I don’t mind.” You laid back down and felt the bed dip next to you. 

“Oh- right. I also brought this for your nose, since… well, since you were crying.” He held a roll of toilet paper in your eyeline and you took it from him and thanked him. You did need it. 

“I don’t want to startle you so this is your official warning.” He chuckled. When his hands touched you, you jumped a little anyway. 

“Cold.” You explained. He just laughed under his breath and gently rubbed it in. It hurts. Well… not so much hurts, but it’s sore. And it almost feels like it’s throbbing. You relaxed into his bed and closed your eyes again. Speaking of throbbing… 

You just realized how turned on you actually are. You stiffened at the thought that he might be able to see your arousal through the thin fabric. 

“What? What happened? Did I hurt you?” He removed his hands quickly. 

“No- no. Sorry. It feels good. Keep going?” You looked back at him with a small smile and he continued hesitantly. “No one’s ever done this before.” You said quietly, still watching him. 

“Aftercare?” He looked up at you, brows furrowed. 

“Well I mean… I’ve like- cuddled sometimes… after sex I guess. But I’ve never done this before.” He frowned slightly, looking back to the task at hand. 

“You shouldn’t be with people who don’t do aftercare.” He said softly. And then, “I’m not blaming you! I just- I mean… in the future. You should be with people who actually know what it is at least.” He chuckled but there was little emotion behind it. If your brain was less hazy from the feeling of his hands on you and your already present arousal, you would’ve tried to understand what that meant. 

He stood up and grabbed some toilet paper to wipe his hands, then laid down next to you. You turned your head to face him. 

“Did you… want to cuddle?” He said awkwardly. You frowned in thought. Do you want to cuddle? Your first thought was yes. But there’s something deep down that is making you feel… vulnerable and emotional. 

“I… I don’t know.” You mentally slapped yourself- he didn’t even ask a hard question. He probably thinks you’re stupid now. Or at least more stupid than he thought you were before. Your eyes started to burn and the confusion and frustration you felt only added to it. 

Stiles laid on his back right next to you, then gently coaxed you to lay your head on his chest. You immediately melted into him and wrapped your arms around his sides. 

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry-

“What you’re feeling is normal. Especially after what we did.” He whispered. His hands moved around awkwardly before settling on your back. 

“It is?” You sniffled, lifting your head a little to look at him. He gave you a small smile. 

“Yeah. That’s why you need aftercare.” You gave a quiet hum in response, then laid your head back down. 

Maybe… this isn’t that bad. And maybe you could even get used to it. Do you want to get used to it?? You mentally rolled your eyes at the dumb question- you already know the answer is yes. 

“Why’d you tense up earlier? What were you thinking about?” He started brushing his fingers up and down your back, and you nuzzled into his chest even more, inhaling the smell of him. 

“You don’t wanna know.” You mumbled sleepily. 

“C'mon it can’t be that bad.” 

“You’re just gonna make fun of me. And I do not need to give you any more ammo for insults.” You smiled against his chest. 

“What if I pinky promise not to make fun of you?” You lifted your head, staring at him with narrowed eyes. 

“I take pinky promises very seriously.” You said, holding back a smile. 

“So do I.” You could tell he was trying to feign seriousness as well. 

“Fine.” You held your pinky up and he grabbed it with his own. “I hope you know that if you break this sacred promise, I will have your dad arrest you.” You held back a smirk. “He likes me more than you so he totally would.” When his jaw dropped in offense, your resolve crumbled. 

“He does not!” 

“He definitely does.” You smirked. His hand fell to the bed, taking yours with it because of your still intertwined fingers. Neither of you made a move to let go. “You’re just mad cause you know it’s true.” He scoffed and glared at you teasingly. 

“Don’t worry though. I’ll only have him lock you up for like a day. Maybe two.” You smiled mischievously at him and he raised his eyebrows. 

“You know I liked it a lot better when all you were saying were numbers and my name.” This time your jaw dropped in offense. 

“Fine. I won’t tell you then.”

“Oh c'mon, you know I’m joking, princess.” You huffed and ignored the butterflies from the pet name that usually induced rage. 

“Fine. I was…” You cleared your throat. “I was thinking about how- um… how,” You trailed off, not sure how to say this. 

“I don’t have all day.” He mocked your words from earlier and you glared at him. 

“About how I was… aroused… and I stiffened because I wasn’t sure if you could see it.” You bit your lip as your face grew warm. 

“I saw it.” He said, nonchalant. 

“W- you did?!” You choked on a gasp.

“Oh yeah I saw after like the third hit.” You stared at him with wide eyes and parted lips. “It was really fucking hot but I wasn’t sure what your boundaries were so I didn’t say anything.” 

You buried your head in his chest with a groan, feeling… mortified? Turned on by the fact that he thought it was hot? Both?

“If it makes you feel any better, I’ve basically been hard since I had you against the wall.” Your blush intensified.

“…Are you still hard?” You looked up at him, biting your lip nervously. 

“Very. Are you still… aroused?” He laughed and you frowned. 

“You pinky promised.” You pouted and he brought the hand on your back forward to show his index and middle fingers crossed. 

“Oops?” Your eyes narrowed and that made him laugh more. 

“I’m definitely having a talk with your dad tomorrow. But to answer your question, yes.”

“How about you not talk about my dad and then less than two seconds later tell me that you’re still horny.” He raised his brows and you rolled your eyes. 

“So… you wouldn’t like it if I said I’m gonna stop by his work tomorrow and tell him to arrest you… and then told you that knowing you're still hard is making me even more turned on than before?” You lowered your voice for the last part and looked up at him through your lashes. 

“You’re lucky I’m feeling patient tonight. Otherwise you would’ve needed a lot more than just aloe vera.” You bit your lip to hide the smile forming from his words. 

“Oh? What would you do to me?” You whispered, then moved to straddle his hips, still keeping your chest pressed to his. 

“Fucked your face for starters.” Your breath hitched and you unconsciously rutted your hips against his. “I gotta do something about that mouth of yours.” His hands grabbed your hips and he started guiding your movements. 

“And then… if you kept the attitude, I wouldn’t spank your ass- I’m too nice to do that since you’re already sore. I’d spank your cunt instead.” He rasped and your hips stuttered. 

“Depending on how much of a brat you’re being, I might use my hand… or I’ll use the belt again. Have you ever been spanked there?” He whispered and you shook your head. “Well trust me when I tell you it’ll hurt a hell of a lot worse than your ass.” 

“What else?” You said breathily, grinding down on him harder. 

“Fuck- I’d love to make you come until you physically can’t anymore.” He groaned and thrusted up against you. 

“That doesn’t sound too bad.” You smirked but the look on his face made it drop quickly. 

“Have you ever been overstimulated?” You shook your head and he chuckled, looking at you with dark eyes. “It doesn’t feel good, princess.” He said with a smirk. “Sure it might feel good right before you come, but before that- and even while you’re coming- it hurts.” 

“Oh.” You breathed. 

“And it'll especially hurt after a spanking.” 

“…What would you do to me if I wasn’t being a brat?” You bit your lip and watched as he licked his. 

“In the unlikely instance that you don’t have an attitude?” You frowned at that. “Well, to start I’d make you come on my tongue.” Your breath hitched at the thought. 

“Then I’d probably fuck your tight little cunt until all you could scream was my name.” He whispered.

“Fuck- Stiles.” You moaned, your hips moving more eagerly now. 

“Like that, princess. But loud enough that everyone knows who’s fucking you.” Your chest heaved as you leaned up a little. Your small top had been pulled down slightly, and Stiles licked his lips as he got a clear view of your cleavage. 

“Then what are you waiting for?” You said, breathlessly. 

Stiles quickly flipped you over so he was on top of you, between your legs. You hissed at the friction of the sheets on your ass. 

“You think you can be a good girl?” 

“I’ll be a good girl when you prove that you’re worth being good for.” 

Your hand wrapped around his neck and you pulled him down so his lips met yours. The kiss was awkward at first- he was clearly surprised- but once you got into the rhythm of it, it was good. Maybe even great to be honest. His lips are as soft as they look and contrary to popular belief, he 100% knows what he’s doing. You moaned into the kiss and he started grinding his hips against yours. 

“Wouldn’t have it any other way.” He leaned down to trail kisses down your neck. Stiles left wet kisses all the way down the column of your throat, then started biting lightly. When he sucked the skin into his mouth you moaned but quickly pushed him away. 

“Stiles!” You hissed. “What the hell? Did you just give me a hickey??” He just shrugged with a smirk and continued. You huffed and felt him chuckle against you. He kissed his way to the other side then started moving up. When he got to right below your jaw, he sucked again and you whimpered at how good it felt. 

“Give me one more and I swear to god-“

“You’ll what? Have my dad arrest me? That would actually require you to tell him that you let his son do that to your neck. I wonder if you’ll still be his favorite.” He smirked. “You might be moved down to below Scott. Or maybe even below Derek.”

“He hates Derek!” Stiles just shrugged with a shit eating grin that you wanted to slap off his face. 

“What are you gonna tell the pack when they inevitably see them?” He chuckled, leaning down to kiss your chest. 

“Maybe I’ll just tell them some guy with a really small dick gave them to me.” His hand wrapped around your neck and your breath hitched at the dark look in his eyes. 

“Baby, you’re gonna be limping for days after I fuck you. I don’t think they’ll believe that.” He gave you a saccharine smile and you felt your cheeks heat up at the thought of him fucking you. 

“You’re awfully cocky, Stilinski. I hope you’re not compensating for something.” You smirked and his hand tightened around your throat. 

“Keep this up, princess. You’re not gonna like where it gets you.” 

“And I told you, princess, you have to prove you’re worth being good for.” You raised your eyebrows and waited for a response. He studied your face for a moment, then got up. He came back to the bed with handcuffs and you gave him an unimpressed look. “Did you steal those from your daddy?” 

He didn’t respond. Instead, he just set them on the bed, then grabbed the neckline of your top and ripped it clean in half- which wasn’t too difficult considering how thin the fabric was. 

“W- Stiles! What the fuck?!” 

“Oops.” He shrugged then moved to your bra but you stopped him. 

“Okay- no. Just-“ You sat up and reached behind you to unclasp your bra. “I like this one.” You discarded it with your shirt and he gently pushed you back down, leaning over you to kiss you again. It only lasted a few seconds before he pulled back. He grabbed the cuffs and put them on your wrists, looping them through his headboard. 

“Is this supposed to impress me?” You asked, bored. 

“No.” He said simply, then moved back between your legs. 

Stiles pushed your skirt up higher on your stomach then traced the hem of your underwear. When he reached the bow in the middle he started moving down. He chuckled when his fingers brushed over the damp spot. 

“I’m not gonna rip these, because I like them and you’re gonna wear them for me the next time I tell you to. Okay?” You rolled your eyes and he grabbed the top, preparing to rip them. 

“Okay! God…” He pulled them down and you hissed when they dragged over your still sore ass. When he discarded them, he spread your legs and you swallowed down a whine of embarrassment. He settled between your legs so that they couldn’t close. 

“I’m gonna enjoy this. You know why?” You didn’t answer and just clenched your jaw. “Because you’re not.” He whispered, a smirk ghosting his lips. 

You figured he was going to spank you, or do one of the other things he mentioned, but you froze when he started to unbutton his pants. He pulled down the zipper, then pulled them and his underwear down just enough to free his cock.

You gasped at the sight of him. That’s not even being dramatic, you genuinely gasped. You weren’t sure what you expected but it definitely wasn’t this. He took it in his hand and started stroking slowly. He’s so- big, obviously… but it’s not just that. The tip is red and spurting beads of precum and you wanted to run your tongue along the vein on the bottom. And you’ve never said this about a dick before, but his is pretty. 

Fucking pretty. 

“W-what are you doing?” You swallowed thickly. 

“You’re going to lay there, and I’m going to get myself off and cum all of your pretty cunt. And if you’re good, then I’ll consider letting you cum.” 

Fuck. And I mean fuuuck. 

“St- that- that’s not… that’s not fair.” You pouted, your mouth watering at the sight of him. You yanked your hands forward, immediately feeling the pinch on your wrists. “Stiles, c’mon. Let me go.” You looked at him with puppy dog eyes but that just seemed to encourage him. You tried squeezing your thighs together for any kind of relief but his body didn’t allow it. 

“Stiles, I was just teasing. Please…” 

“I could get used to you handcuffed to my bed and begging for me.” He smirked, his hand speeding up slightly. His gaze dragged all across your body and you flushed at the attention. “Fuck, baby- your tits…” He groaned, leaning his head back and closing his eyes, “maybe I should come on those instead.” He lifted his head again, but only to stare at your chest. 

“I’ve always wondered what they look like. I mean, you wear those slutty little tops that barely cover anything but the real thing is so much better than what I imagined.” 

“Will you take off your shirt?” You asked and he raised his eyebrows in response. “Please?” You pouted. The second he removed the garment you knew you’d made a mistake. You ached to run your fingers over his chest or down his happy trail and kiss all of the moles littering his skin. 

“Stiles.” You whined loudly, squirming under him. “Please- I want to touch you.”

“Not yet, baby.” 

“Please!” You all but yelled at him. You yanked on the cuffs again and let out a desperate sob. “Please- I’m sorry!” 

“Fuck, keep begging, princess. You sound so pretty when you’re desperate.” He groaned, his hand speeding up even more. You clenched when he said that and almost cried at how empty you feel.

“Please, I’ll be good. I promise, just- please… I need you.” You let out a choked sob and the corners of his lips turned up a little. He stopped and removed his hand then leaned down to kiss you. You didn’t even get the chance to feel his hair, you realized. He pulled back and you both were breathless. 

“You’re being really good, princess. Do you think you can keep being good for a little longer? Then you can touch me as much as you want.” He said softly, his hand brushing your hair behind your ear. 

“Promise?” You whimpered. 

“Yeah, baby. I promise.” He gave you a soft smile and you nodded tentatively.

“Good girl.” He kissed you again then leaned back up and continued. “You look so pretty when you cry.” He uttered softly. The statement confused you, not having realized that you were even crying at all. “Makes me so fucking hard.” He moaned and your breath hitched. 

Stiles cursed under his breath and threw his head back, but quickly lifted it back up to look at you again. His hand was fisting his cock rapidly as he neared his orgasm and you squirmed under his gaze. 

“Fuck-“ His moans got progressively louder until you felt hot come hitting your cunt. His moans broke off into whimpers and the sounds made you even needier. He stroked himself quickly until his whimpers died down and he sat there panting. You couldn’t help but notice how pretty he looked. 

When he came to, he looked you over with a small smile and then rubbed his cock up and down your slit, spreading his come. 

You whined lowly, scared he'd change his mind about releasing you if you said the wrong thing. Laughing breathily, he pulled a key out of his pocket that you didn’t even see him put in. He leaned over you and when your wrists were freed, you pulled his head down and pressed your lips to his. Threading your hands through his hair, you pulled on it, making him groan against your lips. 

“I think you deserve a reward, don’t you?” You nodded dumbly, not comprehending what he was saying, then started kissing down his neck. You made sure to pick a place that was too high to be hidden by a turtle neck, and as far forward as possible before sucking the skin into your mouth. You worked on the mark until you were satisfied, then released the skin with a wet pop. He pulled his head back to look at you and you gave him an innocent smile. He chuckled and shook his head. 

“Yeah, because matching hickeys won’t be obvious enough.” He said sarcastically.

“You started it.” You shrugged, giggling a little. 

“You’re so immature.”

“I don’t know, I’d say that’s pretty mature.” You brushed your fingers over the mark. “I guess I can do another one just to be sure.” You smirked, leaning your head up to reach his neck. 

When he didn’t pull away, you took your time, kissing across the column of his throat. You decided to give him a matching one. Kissing up his neck until you were below his jaw, you gave him another hickey, then pulled back with a final peck and admired your work. 

“There. Now we’re even.” You smiled. He rolled his eyes but returned it. 

“Do you want a reward or not?” 

“I want it. I just like kissing you.” You connected your lips to emphasize your words. “What’s my reward?” 

“I’m gonna lick up both of our come from your pretty little pussy.”

“I think you have to actually make me come first if you want to do that.” You giggled. 

“Oh I plan to.” He said darkly. Stiles made his way down your chest with soft kisses. When he reached your breasts he took your nipple into his mouth and groped the other one. Threading your hands through his hair again, you lightly pulled on the stands and arched your back into him as he pulled back to switch sides.

When he was satisfied, he kissed down your belly and over your skirt until he reached your hips. Your hands never left his hair. 

Stiles littered kisses across your hips before moving down a little more. He teased you, letting his breath brush against your sensitive clit. When he lightly trailed a finger up your slit, making sure to run through his come, your hips bucked against his hand, desperate for more. 

“Wanna taste?” He rasped and you nodded quickly. Stiles reached up and put his finger in your mouth, groaning when you closed your lips around him and sucked it clean. You circled your tongue around it before he finally pulled back, very reluctantly. 

“I’m definitely getting my cock in there sometime soon, princess.” He said as he moved until his face was inches from your core. 

“Stiles… stop teasing.” You whined, squirming under him. He glanced at you then slowly dragged his tongue from your opening to the top of your clit. Your back arched as your eyes closed and your mouth opened in a silent moan. He continued licking over your clit, still teasing you. 

“Please.” You said breathlessly. He chuckled against you then took your clit into his mouth, sucking harshly. You stifled a moan as your hips started bucking up against him and he pulled back, making you whimper. 

“Don’t try to be quiet, princess. I want the whole block to know who’s making you feel this good.” He said through a moan, then quickly dove back in. 

“Fuck- oh my god, Stiles.” You pushed his head against you harder and he wrapped his arms under your legs to pull you down into him more. 

“Fuck, you feel so good.” You moaned, already feeling close from when he spanked you and gave you that little show. He fucked his tongue inside of you and lapped up as much of your arousal as he could.

“I’m so close.” You said through a gasp. He moved back up to your clit and circled it with his tongue, then lightly bit it, making you hiss. He sucked it into his mouth again and you felt yourself right on the edge. “I-“ You cut off with a choked sob.  

“Come, princess. You can do it.” He mumbled against you and you gripped his hair tighter. 

“Stiles-“ You said breathlessly, just before the band inside of you finally snapped. You cried out, arching your back and holding him tight against you. He worked you through your orgasm, never stopping the assault on your clit. When your moans died down he pulled back a little. His entire mouth and chin were wet and if you weren’t so fucked out, you would’ve been embarrassed. 

He didn’t do anything, just trailed his gaze over you and you laid boneless on his bed, still panting. When you finally calmed down a bit, he dove back in again.  

“Shit- Stiles,” You gasped, trying to pull his head away. “Fuck- what are you doing?” 

“I told you I was gonna lick up both our cum.” He said simply, not even bothering to pull back to speak. 

“Ah! Sti- It’s too… it's too much.” You tried to move away from him but his hands on your legs held you against him. “Okay! I think you got it all!” You pulled his hair again and he went with you this time. 

“Now imagine that but ten times worse.” He smirked, crawling up your body. He grabbed a piece of toilet paper from where you left them on the nightstand and wiped his face then leaned down and kissed you. You whimpered at the taste of  yourself on his tongue. He pulled back when you both ran out of air, then flopped down on the bed next to you. You both laid there panting, staring at the ceiling, unsure what to say. 

What does this mean? Does he still hate you? Do you even still hate him? Was this a one time thing? Does he regret it?

“I can hear you overthinking.” He laughed and you turned your head to look at him. 

“Sorry.” You bit your lip, not sure what else to say. 

“Just… come here. We’ll figure it all out later, okay?” You nodded and scooched closer to him. He wrapped his arms around you and you buried your face in his chest. You laid there silently, questions still swarming your mind. 

“Was this…” You cleared your throat, burying your face into him even more, “Was this just a one time thing?” He didn’t answer for a while, and if it wasn’t for his hand running through your hair you would’ve thought the worst. 

“It doesn’t have to be.” He said, finally. “Do you want it to be a one time thing?” 

“No. Do you?”

“No.” 

And you weren’t sure what else to say, so you didn’t say anything. You just closed your eyes and focused on the smell of him, and his hands on your back and in your hair.

Chapter 5

[gayandfairycore]

movie night

scott x stiles x reader smut 

Summary: having a movie night with your childhood friends of whom you have harbored feelings for could only ever end up the same way. them absoloutely worshipping you.

Warnings: unprotected sex (wrap it b4 you tap it) breeding kink (kinda), p in v, fingering, friends to lovers.

A/n this isn’t proofread and it’s the first thing I’ve written in months, this is also the first time I’m writing for teen wolf! This doesn’t really have a set time in the series of where it’d be, probably around like? Season 2? Idk

the warmth of the mcall house had been a breath of fresh air to the three friends, as they all had came crashing through the door stilies rambling on about anything and everything as you three had planted yourselves onto the grey couch.

leaning forward to grab the remote and flick on the tv, both scott, and stiles had begun to argue abut what movie you were going to watch. stilies’ answer was of course star wars, for quote on quote “obvious reasons” whilst scott had wanted to watch edward scisorhands.

chuckling at your childhood friends behaviour you had decided to press play on twilight, a wicked grin had spread across your face as the expressions on both your friends had dropped immediately.

stiles had locked eyes on the remote, before making eye contact with yours. an exasperated “oh shit” had left your mouth before stilies’ lanky body had begun to topple over scotts kneeing him in the crotch by accident.

“sorry dude!” stiles exclaimed snickering lightly

 “dude!” shouted scott lifting his hands in the air, before pushing stiles onto the ground in exasperation.

“scott! what the hell” stiles muttered laying beow his best friend, attempting to stand up again the faded grey fabric of his shirt had rode up, showing his pale v line. 

you halted your movements you had always had a slight thing for your best friend but you had always felt rejected because of his thing for lydia. scott had ofc purse reassured you that stiles does feels the same.

the warm smile on his face when he had reassured you had sent butterflies into your stomach. in retrospect it had seemingly been ovbious from the start, you hhad a thing for them both.

from how nervous youd get lying on them, to how jealous youd feel if one had gotten a date, with a pretty girl like allison.

you never thought that either had felt the same about you until you were lying underneath them, chuckles ecaping from them as they highfived with eachother. the remote lying discarded. 

a shiver had seethed up your spine, as heat rushed to your face at the realisation, standing up rather quickly, your face pale and eyes blown wideat the relvelatio you had quickly exclaimed 

“i need to pee!” before scampering off to the bathroom, both boys had looked to eachother concerned glances shooting towards the bathroom as the sound of the sink running had muffled any indication of whatever was appening with you.

“is she okay dude?” stiles pondered, eyebrows screwn together. his eyes looking at scott expecdantly.

“ehy are you asking me?” scott spoke, a clueless expression on his face, stiles had rolled his eyes at his best friend. pinching the bridge of hi nose before back handing scott and exclaiming 

“dude! warewolf, remember? listen in.”

“ew, dude! no, what if ses actually peeing?” scott whispered into stiles’ ear raising his eyebrows. 

“dude. really? shes not. just listen.” 

“alright! fine fine” scott muttered before shaking his head and straining his ear to hear you in the bathroom.

the cool white tiles of scott mcalls bathroom hadfelt very different now you were sitting on the porcelain seat sobbing over the fact that youre going to ruin not one but two lifelong friendships.

and you knew you couldnt keep it a secret much longer. as soon as you walk out of this bathroom you promised yourself youd come clean.

“cmon y/n pull yourself together and get back out there.”  you spoke wiping your stray tears away with your hands and splashing water on your face 

 with every tug of a new emotion on scotts face stiles had been bounching on his heels and leaning in, intently, they had been standing directly outside of the bathroom door for as long as youd been in there.

“so, whats she doing?” stiles whispered

“id tell you if you stopped talking.” 

“fine” stiles muttered dijectively

“She’s…upset. At herself.” Scott mutters eyebrows pulling together in concern as he strains his ears past the sputtering of a sink.

Your sobs faintly fill his ears as his mouth falls into a frown, stiles had been intently watching his best friend chewing on his already taught nails.

“She’s crying.” Scott recalls turning to stiles in awkward concern,

“She’s worried that we don’t love her like she loves us…” Scott mutters looking up towards his best friend, concern and a sense of desire pools in his chocolate brown eyes.

“what should we do?” Stiles asks, a familiar feeling begins to brew in both the boys, as they move themselves back to the couch.

“We need to remind her how much we love her” Scott instigates, whispering something into stiles’ ears as a warm blush flourishes on his cheeks.

The click of the bathroom door opens and out steps you, wiping your cheeks with the sleeves of your sweater you clear your throat and sit leisurely on the arm of the couch.

the guily faces of your bestfriends had looked at you with pity as you wiped your eyes again with the palm of your hands.

“how much of that did you hear?” you questioned not sparing them a glance.

with a whip of their heads in your direction stiles’ eyes had immediatley blown wide astounded with the fact you had accused him of ears dropping opening his mouth to protest he spoke

“how much of that did we hear? none- nope! nadaaaa” he spoke dragging out the a and bouncing on the balls of his feet “and quite frankly im offended youd even think that!”

the only thing to cut off his ramblings was your sharp glare you sent his way suceeding in shtting the loveable spaz up.

“all of it. we-we heard all of it.” scott but in embarrassment creeping up his neck as he scratched the back of his tanned neck.

only when you turned your attention to their statures did you realise how embarressed and bashful both boys were did you finally make up the courage to say “well what are you gonna do about it then..”

at your suggestion both boys had turned their attention to eachother as if communicating telepathically they spoke at the same time with a quiet and simple but still impactful 

“This.”

as they approched your smirking figure scott had taken his place behing your body before delicately moving your h/l h/c hair. placing feather light kisses on the skin of your neck, nipping and pulling, and sucking on the soft flesh, pulling soft moans from your mouth.

a dark look had presented itself in stiles’ eyes as moans slipped from you, the lanky boy had cupped your jaw with is big hands tilting your plump lips delicately to his own he begun to move his lips feverishly.

slipping his wet toungue through the devide of your mouth fighting for dominance with the pale boy, only for a harsh bite on the dip of your neck to destract you from what you were doing with stiles, when the soothing feeling of scotts cool toungue ran itself over the previously mentioned affliction.

getting up from the leg of the couch you had begun to shred yourself of your baggy starwars tshirt thst had definetly belonged to stiles to reveal a dark red lace bra cupping your chest delicately.

boy were you glad you chose this bra, by the beguiled look that adorned stiles’ face at the sight of your bra had a blush lingering on your cheeks as the dent in the boys’ pants had grown a lot bigger as they had thrown their shirts off in desperation, stiles lanky limbs flailing everywhere

scott had also shed his jeans and boxers with ease leaving both you and stiles the only ones with shorts on and gaping at his length you had known he was big from kira, and allison, but seeing his length in person was beguiling.

the sound of stiles’ belt buckle struggling to come undone had filled the room, a forgotten movie playing in the background, as you had brought yourself over to stand infront of tiles, before lowering your hand to his bucke and undoing it with ease before placing a kiss on his lips

as the black haired alpha had come up behind you pacing a kiss on your shoulders before fiddling with the clasp of your bra and pulling it down your shoulders gently.

before dropping it all together, as stiles moves his hand to cup your boobs gently, squeezing lightly, and rolling your nipple in his gargantuan hands with light pressure before kissing the top of your right boob, and moving lower, and lower, placing wet kissing on every inch of your skin he coukd reach rolling your head back with pleasure. arousal swimming in your lower stomach, as wetness begins to pool in your panties, meanwhile scotts calloused hands wrap around your throat tightly as he squeezes.

cutting off your moans, as stiles latches his mouth onto your erect nipple sucking with force moans threaten to spill from your mouth only when they do does scott tut tut tut you placing a kiss on your lips and squeezing your thrpat and whispering in your ear 

“if you continue to be this loud youre gonna get us caught, and we dont want that do we sweetness.” before biting and tugging your ear lobe gently.

stiles had been sucking dark red marks on your boobs and running his tongue over them lightly.

“stiles switch cmon” scott says as he detaches his lips from your neck moving himself infront of you, pulling your sweatpants down legs as they pool at your feet.

your laced panties slick to your pussy soaked with your juices as scott slinks his hand into your panties running his hand up your slit with his middle finger, he inserts a finger into your pussy, as he slowly begins to pump leisurely,

stiles had shed himself of his boxers whilst scott had begun fingering you, stiles had planted himself in scotts previous position, running his hands over your body with need, as he places sloppy kisses on your shoulders 

“god you are gorgeous, you are like the most beautiful girl ive ever seen” he cries slapping the band of your panties as scotts fingers are still pumping into you, the familliar feeling begins to bubble in your stomach 

almost boiling over when stiles runs his hands over your breasts, and squeezing on your neck enough to stifle your moans, and halt your breathing for a moment, only subsiding when scott halts his movements pulling his hand out of you, licking your juices off of his fingers and shoving a finger in stiles’ mouth 

only for the lanky boy to suck off your juices his eyes rolling to the back of his head, scott had moved his position around enough to place a kiss on stiles’ lips before ushering you both to the matress that laid on the floor of the lounge room.

Your back pressing gently onto Scott’s sheets the smell of him fills your nose as you lay there stiles plants himself over you a wild smile dances across his pale mole dotted face as he slowly began to insert himself into you.

Feeling your walls stretch with his length he stays still for a moment brown eyes scanning your face in concerned filled anticipation.

Before slowly beginning to rock himself back and forth, soft moans escape from your lips as he moves inside of you groans escape from him as a proud smile covers his face.

Stiles leans down placing a delicate kiss on your lips, the sounds of Scott viciously masterbating the sound of skin slapping from stiles’ thrusts sweat begins to build on you both as you reach over for Scott pulling him into a kiss and taking his cock into your hands as you continue to pump his member as stiles hits that spot sending a wave of pleasure over you.

As you moan into your kiss with Scott, the building feeling of your quickly approaching orgasm begins to grow as stiles begins to squeeze your breasts sending you over the edge as Scott detached from your lips coming up for air.

And watching as your face morphs with pleasure, moans coming from both you and stiles, as he finally releases, his cum filling you. As he stays inside of you, your belly bulging with his seed, as he slowly pulls out rolling beside you and Scott.

Laying on Scott’s tan chest as stiles cuddles up beside you covering you all with a sheet before darkness begins to overtake you you mutter softly

“I love you boys” stiles could’ve missed it if he wasn’t practically oogiling you and your beauty both Scott and stiles had turned their attention to eachother.

A smile taking over Scott’s face before he mutters

“I could get use to this”

[hushedlover]

What if I wrote smut

[mysticallystilinski]

HOT TUB [ stiles x fem!reader ]

desc. HOT TUBS LEAD TO HEAT AS YOU AND STILES MAKE UP FOR LOST TIME

has : heavy making out, slight enemies to lovers, ( tatbilb references ), over-confident stiles.

stiles stilinski, the popular boy who just got over dating lydia martin. you, the slightly un-popular girl who just got the confidence to head on the school vacation to a cabin in the middle of the winter.

you thought in silence as you headed out the doors of the large estate talking with malia. “i don’t know mal, i just have a feeling somethings going to happen with stiles tonight.”, you joked. malia rolled her eyes as you made that slight statement. “y/n, you’ve been thinking ‘something will happen’ for about two years now, see the problem.”, she snorts. your face grew hotter as she said that, but you brushed off that pit in your stomach.

she took you by the hand and led you to the gazebo behind the hot tub. “look, theres stiles”, she groans out in disgust. you smirk in a way only she knows. “you’re not thinking about joining him? are you”, she snickers. you think in a daze of what would seemingly happen if you were to just meet at the hot tub coincidentally.

you walked over and around the gazebo as you heard a scoff coming from behind you. malias face was a mix of hurt, but also persuasion. you were met with a soggy haired stiles, staring into the deep blue water. stiles looked up from the hot water and connected eyes with you. he huffed a sigh as he saw you slowly take off your clothes revealing a purple bikini underneath it.

“you’re not really coming in here”, he laughed while shaking his head. “was that a threat stilinski?”, you say slyly with a smirk on your face. he throws his head back in a joking defeat as you head up the small steps, and step into the boiling water. it was a little too cold for your liking, but your skin never really warmed up. he licked his lips to rid of the moisture that was built up.

you stared into his soft lips as you slowly sat down in a corner to the hot tub. he scoffed as realization hit that you were probably going to stay a while. “you just had to come at the perfect time y/n”, he said in a hush. your face contorted as his little remark in confusion as if that was a good .. or bad thing. his face showed him being miserable, but his eyes told other things.

he scanned your body in tiny glances when he thought you weren’t looking. good thing you knew when people were staring at you. “stop staring stilinski”, you said while looking at the gazebo. out of the corner of your eye, you could see him roll his. “i’m not staring”, he says in his raspy voice. “i’m just admiring”, he groans as he slowly lifts his body out to the water.

he heads to your corner, and locks eye contact while standing above you. you lowered your head in embarrassment while he hovers. stiles took his hand, and slightly placed his fingers under your chin so that you’re now looking at him. he lowered his body deeper into the water, and connected his lips to yours.

they were soft, almost tasting exactly like cherries. his other hand lifted up to your hair, and intertwined with the locks. he pulled on your soft hair slightly, and you whimpered in response. you could feel him smirk through his face, and that cause you to feel butterflies.

he was so delicate, something you had never felt before. kissing him was like kissing a pillow. his fluffy lips interlocked with yours and he rubbed up and down your back with his hands.

he was different than the others. a little rough, but soft while his body connected onto yours. he unlocked lips and stood back up. stiles motioned for you to stand up also. “why did you stop”, you questioned. your hand was slightly grasped by his while he switched positions so he was now sitting in your corner.

you wrapped your legs around his torso and sat upon his swim trunks. you laughed while looking down at the starwars characters on the slight trunks. he looked down too, realizing what you were giggling at.

he slowly took his hand up to your hair. “you’re so pretty”, he whispered while locking eyes. your face began to flush once again. when he saw your face, he slowly lifted your chin up to admire your beauty. gladly, stiles managed to warm you up for the night. it was odd how genuine he could be when he wasn’t around others.

[wrenniebaby]

loves for losers!- “you’re doing so good” with stiles!

ophie’s celly!

tw. dom! stiles. oral (m receiving). praise.

you were crouched in front of him, where he sat knees spread out before you. his boxer and jeans, long forgotten as you inch closer to stiles’ cock. his member was beckoning you closer as you try to fit your mouth over the head.

once you finally do, you work fast to get a good rhythm going for him. his hand tightly fastened in your hair as he helps you bob your head along his cock.

“you’re doing so good,” stiles grunted, losing his breath from the amount of pleasure you were giving him. the praise encouraging you to go faster, grunts and whines tumbled out of stiles’ mouth unwavering. it was long before you felt the hot seed of him coming down your throat.

[stilessflannel]

stiles who offers to give you a massage after a long day. school had drained you today, and nothing sounded better than relaxing with your lover

stiles who makes sure the pillow under your head is just right, and the way you’re laying on your stomach is comfortable. your eyes wander over to your full lengthed mirror where you see him sitting behind you, working out the knots and tight muscles in your back

stiles who’s large warm hands feel so good travelling up and down your spine, that when they start to venture further down, you don’t mind

stiles who’s thick fingers work your shorts and panties gently off your legs, before running them up and down the length of your folds, collecting your gathering arousal before pushing two of them into you. his movements are smooth and sharp all at once, hitting all the right places, and the feeling has you gripping the pillow under your head. your eyes find the mirror again, watching him work you to your peak. he follows your gaze, and in the reflection you lock eyes and catch him with his signature smirk

“sti…” you weakly murmur before the words are drowned out by a moan that escapes your lips as he crooks his fingers just right in you. the feeling added with the sight before you, watching yourself come undone, has stiles working harder to get you to your peak. his thumb comes up to rub tight circles into your clit as your jaw goes slack and you squeeze the pillow tighter.

“shh, angel… keep that pretty mouth of yours shut and just look”

[fanfiction-blep]

Teen Wolf

NSFW = *

SFW = ^

Alison Argent

What's it like

Siles Stalinki

What's it like*^

Derek Hale

First, second, third date?*^

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Fluff : 🌺    Smut : 🔥    Angst : 😭    None : 🌲    Incorrect Quotes : 💫

Stiles Stilinski 🥍 :

Planning On Having A Child 🔥🌺

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