#teenwolfsmut

[stylenskii]

JORDAN PARRİSH SMUT

LET ME GO! I'M INCLUDED! YOU CAN'T ARREST!" My screams surrounded me, but it was hardly possible.

A policeman came to me. He had a notebook in his hand, and he got in the car with me and sat next to me. "Tell me, lad." he said and rubbed the pen on the paper in his hand. "Why did you commit this murder? There's a string on the victim's throat."

I took a deep breath with a trembling voice. I stammered with fear, "I-I. I don't know anything!" I shouted at last.

The policeman covered my mouth with his veiny hands, "Don't raise your voice at me, newbie!" Tears welled up in my eyes as he shouted. "Now I'm going to take my hand off your mouth and you're only going to answer the questions I ask. Understood?!" I nodded quickly.

"Uh huh."

I took a deep breath as he removed his hand from my mouth. "I don't know anything. I heard wolf howls. There were a few high school teenagers. They were drinking and distracted. And… and it was like they were howling."

He turned to me with his whole body, as if interested, "Did you see his eyes?" My body trembled as my eyes met his.

I quickly shook my head. "But—but why are you asking me that?" His hand suddenly went to my arm, and he squeezed it terribly hard. A painful moan escaped my mouth.

"I told you! only my questions!"

I swallowed with fear. "I couldn't see their eyes... they weren't exactly obvious. But they were the color I wasn't used to. They were shining. But it was short lived." I said.

A short time later, we arrived at the police station. The man in front spoke for the first time, "Officer Parrish. It's time for us to land."

It hurt me by tightening my handcuffs even more. He grabbed my neck and pulled me out. "Are you retarded!?" ' he shouted, giving me a menacing look.

They grabbed my handcuffs and threw me in a cell. Then he came again. "No? It's you again. Are you in love with me or something?" I asked sarcastically.

He looked so muscular and sexy in his uniform that I could have ejaculated where I was. His belt tightening around his waist was turning me on. He took the key from his belt and opened the cell.

I wanted to get up quickly, but he grabbed me by the chest and threw me back. He himself entered the cell and locked us both in the cell.

"So Jane sallrore." said. That was my first and last name.

"Why are you saying that?" Then my eyes landed on the card on the uniform above his muscular chest. "So Jordan Parrish." I said.

He shook his head. "You were like that when you were little! You would hit on anyone!" I shouted. In front of me, the whole police. He was my middle school friend. Now it's been years since middle school.

He brought his hand to my neck. And he laughed grimly, "And now I'm hitting on you." When he said that, I understood why he had arrested me.

"So you arrested me for fucking me?"

"Exactly."

My eyes traveled over her body, "I thought you didn't want to be a cop." ' I asked, my eyes shifting to his evident masculinity.

He laughed, and withdrew. He showed himself with his hand. "Look, I'm a cop now. Half of this town is low enough to do as I say." said.

He took another step towards me. "So you think you're going to shut everybody down." I said looking into your eyes.

Then he squeezed my buttocks with his strong arms. "Don't be quiet..."

I laughed and bit my lip. "Or will you punish me?" ' he squeezed my hip even more as I asked, as if warning.

"You may remember me banging a middle-end girl in the bathroom."

"I remember."

"I punished him as well. And when he dislocated, he was injured all over." He laughed and looked at his belt. "I'll beat you so hard with this belt that they won't recognize your body."

My hand reflexively stuck to his manhood. "What if I want you to command me with this belt while you fuck me?"

"I'll give orders anyway. You'll fall into my arms, begging me to fuck you." said. I kneeled before him.

He chuckled and grabbed my hair. And he pulled me back, making me look at him. "Now you'll make me happy. And I'll make you happy too."

I quickly took it off as my hands went to his belt. "Fuck me, come on do it!" God he was so sexy. My hands went over his uniform to his muscles.

She slapped me on the back with her belt. "Mh!"

"Keep moaning like that." she ordered.

He quickly peeled them off. And she put on her pants too. It was as if she wasn't wearing any special underwear for the day. I reached straight to his tough and veiny masculinity. "Lick." she said.

I quickly took it in my mouth and made it come and go. He couldn't stand it any longer and lifted me up in the air. He came in suddenly.

He slapped my hips with his wide hands as he slowly took possession of my body. "Be like this." she said as my moans filled her ears.

My body was his now, giving control and direction as he wanted.

He's got me now.

Me too.

Our bodies united in a single night.

[haloshorny]

where did the teenwolf smut writers go cause like… its been dry for 7 months… #teenwolf #teenwolfsmut #INEEDMALIAHALE #MALIAHALESMUTWHEN

[magaestheticc]

Dating Thomas

PDA

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[twislife]

Closer.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Heeeelllllooooo?” I answered drunkenly.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Amazing." He finished.

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

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

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

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

[fanfictionguide]

You Make Love Look Easy

Author: afineskyline (claudia_allison_stilinski)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Description:

“Stiles,” she says, squinting slightly at her former classmate when he turns his attention back to her, expression brightening with her recall. “Um, what are you doing here?”

“I go to Northeastern with the rest of the mildly intelligent,” he answers, smiling wickedly for some reason. “Not all of us got into Harvard.” She’s still processing this turn of events. “Oh.” And, for lack of anything better to say, she adds: “Who are your, um, friends?”

“This is Thea, certified pillow fort architect, cheese stick connoisseur, and dinosaur enthusiast.” He gestures to the sleeping baby strapped to his chest. “And this is Wes. He, ah, enjoys long naps, drinking his milk, and pooping, mostly.”

Or: the boston!stydia college AU absolutely no one asked for in which Stiles is also a nanny.

Characters/Ships: Stydia

Topic Warnings: sexual content

Suggested Rating: M

Word Count: 17593

[superteenwolftrash]

You'll always have me/Stiles Stilinski Smut

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

This idea popped into my head. Bold parts are memories. Basically It’s super sad, super angsty smut. 

"Stiles come on it's not your fault. She wouldn't want this for you." Scott told me, for the hundredth time. "I brought her into this. I had to get her involved." I mumbled angrily to him, "You fell in love." Scott reminded me. "And look where that got me." I said, pouring another glass of whiskey. "Listen you're not alone. You have someone else to worry about, someone else who needs you." Scott said as he pointed down the hallway. "How the hell am I supposed to do this without her?" I asked him, I genuinely had no idea. "You'll figure it out, because that's what you need to do!" Scott stated, I ran my fingers through my hair. "I'll come by tomorrow. I've gotta get home." He told me, "I know. Malia and the kids are waiting." I said, he nodded. "Thanks for coming over." I said, as he gave me a pat on the back. I sat onto the couch, a huff leaving my lips. I took a sip of my alcohol that I very much needed before pulling out the photo album. I had looked at it since she's been gone, I hesitantly opened the book. The first photo was us on our first date, "Come on you can't tell me that this was not the best movie you've ever seen!" I told her, she playfully rolled her gorgeous E/C eyes at me. "Star Wars will always have a special place in my heart." She grinned. "Look at the cut out they have! Let's take a photo by it?" She asked. I nodded eagerly, "Say cheese!" She laughed, as I took the photo of us. "I knew she hated that movie." I mumbled, my eyes looked over at the next photo. I felt a pain in my chest as I looked at the photo, The night we made things official. "The coldest night in California and you brought us out in the middle of nowhere?" She asked, I squeezed her hand gently. "Come on Y/N. I'll keep you warm." I teased, "Look out the window." I told her. "If something pops up at me I swear to god, Stiles." She spoke, I chuckled. "The lookout?" She questioned, "Scott says it's the best place to see the stars from." I told her, "Then let's go look at them!" She said excitedly, jumping out of the Jeep. I followed her, we both leaned against the hood of my Jeep. She was staring up at the sky while I was staring at her, "What?" She asked softly, "Is there something on my face?" She asked, her face flushing. "No no that's not it." I told her, "Then what is it?" She asked me. I took a deep breath, scratching the back of my neck nervously. "I know we've been hanging out a lot, going on dates or whatever but I was wondering if maybe..I don't know. Never mind. I already screwed this up." I said, a sigh leaving my lips. "Stiles Stilinski are you asking me to be your girlfriend?" She teased, nudging me. "Trying to anyways." I corrected her. Her soft hands cupped my face gently as she pressed her lips to mine. "I would love to be your girlfriend." She said with a smile. We watched the stars for awhile longer, on the ride home she'd fallen asleep. Her head was leaning against the window, the moon had cast the most beautiful shadow on her face. It would be a crime not to take a photo. "Then There's prom. I would've burned this photo if she didn't look so beautiful." I said, We danced all night long, I thought these dances were stupid but I suddenly became interested when I knew she was. It was late and I had just pulled into the driveway of my house, I was about to open my door when Y/N stopped me. "Stiles wait.." she said, taking my hand in hers. "I have to tell you something." She said, my mind immediately went to the worst. I swallowed hard and nodded, "You can tell me anything." I assured her. "Stiles I know we tell each other that we love one another, but I'm completely in love with you." She admitted, a sigh of relief left my lips, which was then followed by a grin. "I've been in love with you from the moment I laid eyes on you." I told her. I saw the blush rise on her face, it was adorable. "Come on, let's go inside?"  I suggested, she nodded gently. "Are you sure?" I asked her and she nodded, "I want this, Stiles. I want you." She whispered. I felt my heart start racing, my hands shook slightly as I slowly pulled off her dress. Her fingers popped the buttons to my shirt right open, her finger tips ran up my chest. I felt goosebumps rise on my skin where she touched, I pressed my lips against hers softly. I laid her down against the bed, I pulled away from the kiss and my eyes raked over her skin. Remembering every detail about her, I attached my lips to collar bone. A quiet moan fell from her lips, I felt my pants tighten with that noise. I wanted to hear more, I trailed my lips down a bit further. My lips wrapped around her nipple, I felt it harden in my mouth. Her hands found their way to my hair, small gasps fell from her lips with each movement I made. I removed the rest of our clothes, I was hesitant to go any further. I wanted this, I wanted her. "It's okay." She whispered, pressing her lips softly to mine. I rolled the condom on, her legs wrapped around my waist as I placed myself at her entrance. I slowly pushed myself into her, my eyes never leaving hers. A groan left my lips, "God." I mumbled. "You're so beautiful." I whispered to her, I'd never get tired of saying it. I stilled my movements, no matter how much I wanted to just thrust in and out of her. Her eyes fluttered shut, her grip on my biceps tightening. I watched her chest rise up and down with her heavy breaths, "Stiles..." she moaned, "Move." She told me, I pulled back out slowly before thrusting back into her. "Oh my god." She said, breathlessly. I picked up the pace of my thrusts, I could feel the heat radiating off our bodies. "Keep saying my name." I mumbled, "Yes Stiles! Right there...don't stop!" She gasped out, I didn't plan on it. I kept my thrusts hard and fast, I felt her tightening around me. I knew I wasn't going to last much longer, I could tell she wouldn't either. Her eyes opened and she looked deep into mine, I'll never forget the expression on her face as she came around me as she moaned my name. I flipped through the next few pages, stopping to our wedding photo. "Till Death do us part." I mocked, shaking my head before slamming the book shut and shoving it away from me. I rubbed my temples, trying to relieve my guilt. "Daddy?" I heard a small voice, "Sorry Sweetheart, did I wake you?" I asked her, "A noise." She told me, she looked down at the ground in front of her. Picking up the book I had just thrown, "Can you start telling stories again?" She asked her little feet padding over to me. "Not tonight." I told her gently. "I'm starting to forget." She said sadly, "You never tell me the stories anymore." She spoke quietly, handing me the book. She opened it in her lap, flipping to a specific page. "This is my favorite story." She said, tapping the photo of Y/N and I holding her on her third birthday. That was the last birthday Y/N shared with her. My heart broke at the thought of her forgetting about Y/N, I promised Y/N I would never let that happen and here I was breaking my promise. "Come here." I said, picking her up and placing her on my lap. "Your mom was absolutely frantic that day. She wanted to do everything herself and make it all perfect." I told her, "It's totally burnt! There's no saving it!" Y/N groaned, "Babe I can go grab a cake it's really no big deal. It's a three year olds birthday party, you aren't hosting the met gala." I reminded her, kissing her temple. "I just, I want it to be a good memory she has, you know?" She told me, "You know what she's gonna remember?" I asked her, she shook her head. "She's gonna remember how you tuck her in every night, she's gonna remember how you sing to her when she's going to sleep, she's gonna remember how much you love her." I said to her, "Promise me you'll keep reminding her? Especially in her teenage years, I don't know how we're going to deal with that." She said with a laugh, a laugh that I'd never get tired of hearing. "She's three. We have a lot of time to prepare." I told her, "A lifetime." She corrected me, "Okay you go get the cake, I'll try not to burn the house down." Y/N said, pressing her lips to mine. A groan left my lips when she pulled away, "I'll never get enough of you." I said, "Hopefully not." She smiled. "I went and I got the cake but I actually got two of them. One for you and one to-"  I started to say, "To shove is mommy's face!" She laughed. "See you do remember." I smiled, "I just want you to keep telling me. I'll never get tired of it." She told me, "Alright so next-." "It's time to blow out the candles!" Y/N announced, everyone gathering around the table. We all sang happy birthday, everyone clapping when the candles we blown out. "What'd you wish for baby?" Y/N asked her, that's when I pulled the cake out from behind me and pushed it against your face. A shriek left Y/N's lips, before a burst of laughter, "Stiles!" She yelled, trying to sound angry. "It was stuck in her hair for three days, she had the most beautiful hair I've ever seen. I can already tell yours is going to turn out like hers." I tell her and she grins, playing with her hair. "She got me back of course, while she had cake all over her face she covered my face with kisses." I told her, she giggled. "She's so pretty." She said to me, stroking the photo of her mother. "She is, isn't she?" I said, feeling my eyes tear up a bit, I watched her yawn, "Come on let's get you to bed. I'll tell you more stories tomorrow." I told her, setting the book aside and picking her up in my arms. "Promise?" She asked, "I promise." I said. I laid her down in bed, she was out as soon as her head hit the pillow. I went into now my bedroom, only mine. It took a lot for me to be able to sleep, the alcohol helped a bit. I stared at the ceiling, replaying everything over and over in my head. "Stiles we promised that she'd never be without one of us!" She reminded me, "Y/N it's too dangerous! You can't go alone." I told her, "Scott needs me! Malia is in trouble." She told me, "Why can't Lydia go? She's a banshee just like you!" I reminded her, "Lydia is half way across the world! I have to go, I promise I'll come back." She said, pressing her lips to mine. "I love you." She mumbled against my lips. I watched her from the doorway, kiss our daughters forehead. I think she knew she wasn't coming back then, "Take care of her." She told me. "You're coming back." I told her, she nodded. With that she left. How could she have been so selfish? How could she leave us like that? How could I let her leave? I could've kept her here but I didn't, I let her go. "I would've gone anyways. I had the opportunity to save someone and I did." She told me, it didn't happen often. I only heard her voice every once in awhile, I blamed the alcohol. "You've gotta get it together, Stiles. She needs you and I need you to do this." Y/N spoke, "You can't keep thinking about what you could've done. I wish things would've turned out better for us, but we stay strong and we get through it. That's what you need to do now." She told me. "I can't do this without you." I whispered, tears filling my eyes. "You'll always have me." She promised.

[whyamilikethjs]

New Days

pairing : Isaac x reader and then Brett x reader (if that makes sense?)

warning : smutty (oral male receiving)

requests : @princess-of-the-fandom

a/n : I HAD SO MUCH FUN WRITING THIS AND I GOT A LITTLE CARRIED AWAY BUT IF YOU HAVE MORE REQUESTS PLEASE SEND THANKS

I had never felt such feelings I have for Isaac. He was my first for everything. First date, first boyfriend, first kiss, first time… and first heartbreak. Everything about our relationship seemed to click and our trust was so strong that I believed the bond we had could never be broken.

Oh, how I was wrong.

It all happened, when I witnessed my twin sister Allison die right in front of my eyes. I was left in pieces, completely distraught at the sight. The sister whom has been there for me through everything, who was literally my other half was gone and the emptiness of her not living by my side still haunts me.

I told myself everything would be okay as long as my lover was by my side.

Once again, I was wrong.

Isaac left for France less than a week after the traumatic scene. Stating that everything was too much to bear and he needed to leave. Thus resulting in Isaac breaking up with me only a few hours before he had to catch his flight.

Words couldn’t describe the deep level of sadness I felt. My twin sister and now the love of my life left me.

It also hurt knowing that our relationship had been spiraling downhill the last few weeks before it was over. I knew Isaac was developing feelings for Allison even though both Isaac and Allison refused countless times. So when he broke up, I knew it was no surprise. Although, thoughts began to plague my mind of why I wasn’t good enough for him.

My whole summer was a giant rut of despair and the rest of the pack trying to cheer me up but it was no use.

It was the start of Junior year of high school when things began to look up. More specifically it was at the first lacrosse game of the season. Beacon Hills was versing Devenford Prep and even though it was on the very bottom of my list of things I wanted to do, I reluctantly went to support my friends.

That’s when I saw him. Tall, blonde, and hot was an understatement.

“Who is that?” I look over at Lydia as my voice perked up.

“Brett Talbot, captain of the Devenford Prep lacrosse team.” She simply stated like she read it from a Wikipedia article.

I couldn’t keep my eyes off him the whole night. Something drew him to me. This was the first time I felt my heart race since Isaac. And I could tell he felt the same by his constant glances over and his small smirks.

I needed to meet this man, so once the game was over and Beacon Hills suffered a loss, I quickly bounced down the bleacher stairs to the lengthy boy still in his sweaty lacrosse uniform.

As I got closer, my nerves began to rush as I tried to think of something to say. His sharp eyes and sly grin left me speechless and I had no idea why.

The boy swayed up to me with the same cocky smirk and I smile limply to him, suddenly growing timid.

To my surprise, we clicked. Everything that rolled off his tongue was music to my ears and I felt almost as if I was home when he spoke. The familiar yet distant fuzzy feeling filled my stomach, leaving me to squeal cheerfully in the driver seat of my car after the conversation was over.

Conversations with Brett grew until we were talking day and night. Phone calls lasted hours, our texts never seemed to dull down, and we both lit up whenever we spoke. We found ourselves finding any possible way to spend as much time with each other as humanly possible. We found comfort in doing the simplest things as long as we were together.

It wasn’t long before Brett asked me out and I was hesitant at first, worrying that he would leave me just as Isaac did. But nevertheless I happily said yes and I was ecstatic with him. Going on constant dates and feeling a sense of completeness when we’re together.

After one of his winning lacrosse games, Brett and I went back to his house to celebrate his victory.

I lightly kissed down his torso, skipping over the various bruises he achieved tonight doing my best to not cause him any pain. As I moved lower, I slowly removed his lacrosse shorts, moving even closer to where he needed me most. I liked a stripe down to the base of his dick and Brett let out a sigh of satisfaction.

I lightly pumped up and down on him, looking up at his almost limp body. His eyes were squeezed shut and his head hung back. I soaked up the pride in the pleasure I was giving him and. began moving faster, taking in as much of him as I possibly could. Brett let out a loud moan as he unraveled, letting himself cum in my mouth as I happily took it. I swallowed before crawling up to him, meeting his lazy and wide grin with my own. Laying down by his side, Brett tightly wrapped his arms around my waist as he cuddled deeply into me.

Brett and were bordering on almost a year together when Stiles came sprinting up to me in the middle of the hallway.

“(Y/N) I have to tell you something.” Stiles panted out. 

“What is it?” I asked confused by his sudden actions.

“Isaac is back from France.” He huffed and I could feel my world come crashing down. My eyes went wide and my heart plummeted. As I stood there stunned by Stiles’ words the school doors opened and entered a tall and cocky Isaac. He hadn’t changed much but he did look a bit older. We made eye contact for a minute and I hurried off to my next class.

After a tiring day of doing my best to avoid Isaac, it was finally the end of the school day and as I headed for the door to leave, someone roughly grabbed my forearm and pulled me into an empty classroom. I was face to face with Isaac and I stood there motionless in what felt like fear.

“Why have you been avoiding me all day?” He asked as he rested up against the desk. Once those words came out of his mouth anger poured throughout me.

“Do you expect me to run up to you like a helpless puppy after you completely left me after the death of my sister, who you tried to get with while we were dating to move to France? You expect me to act like none of that shit you did to me happened?” I snapped at him. He kept the same calm expression as I angrily spat at him.

“I never tried to get with-”

“Don't lie to me Isaac, my dad told me he walked in on both of you shirtless after you left so if you want, have fun trying to explain that to me.” I cut him off. He jumped up from where he was previously and took a large step closer to me. It was obvious he was getting frustrated by his clenched teeth and his fists wound tight.

“Everything I did was to protect you.”

“How is cheating on me and leaving me without a reason and then actually leaving the country protecting me?” I took a step closer with as I grew more confidence and the fear I once had disappeared. Instead of replying, Isaac grabbed my face, pulling me into a searing kiss. Before I could react I pushed him off and he stood there dumbfounded.

“Isaac, I have a boyfriend,” knowing he could still hear me.

“What?” He asked puzzled by my actions.

“I’ve moved on!” I yelled. The look of hurt in his eyes broke my heart and he pushed passed me, leaving me in the empty classroom, stunned by his reactions, and understanding that Isaac still had feelings for me. And I couldn’t tell if I did too.

Do ya’ll want a part 2 because I left it very open? Let me know! :)

[hard-satin]

There’s something there that wasn’t there before. (Pt. 1)

Warning: Dealing with loss, angst, heartache, fluff, smut (for later chapters ;)

Summary: You have been having terrible nightmares ever since Allison died. Your neighbor and best friend Stiles discovers this and offers to help you fall asleep. Soon you’re not able to sleep with out him, and theres something more, something new you’re feeling towards the dark haired spastic genius. If only you could figure out what it was.

*Gif not mine credit to original maker.

The credits rolled for empire, I was sad. I didn’t want it to end. It was a good movie but I was more worried about the person under me leaving. The person who belonged to the warm chest I was currently using as a pillow. My best friend since birth, Stiles Stilinski. I thought about pretending to be asleep but when I felt him start to move from underneath me I panicked.

  “No!” The desperate word clawed its way out of my mouth before I even realized it. I wanted to be embarrassed by my neediness, but after all I’d been through… I just couldn’t bring myself to care.

  The nightmares started the first time I tried to sleep after she died. Every Night the same image of Allison, my best friend being skewered by an Oni’s blade. My screaming would wake me up, and I would lay in my bed gasping for breath, overheating under my blankets but to frightened to take them off. The first night my mom ran in and I cried in her arms until all my tears were gone. Then I just rocked back and forth until sunrise.

 The next night my mom was at  work, nursing at the hospital with Scott’s mom, she’s picked up as many night shifts as she could manage. The rest of the week I was left to suffer alone.

That is until stiles noticed. I hadn’t seen him or most of the pack since we saved him from the nogistune, so I almost screamed when he sat down across from me at the packs usual lunch table. I tried to hide it from him but he saw right through me, and made me promise him that I would call if another nightmare woke me up again. So that night when I woke up scared and alone I called him and he was at my door in under two minutes. I wanted to ask him if his dad was okay with it but one look across the street revealed his cruiser absent from the driveway. Stiles probably felt as alone as I did.

 We watched Empire that night, I fell asleep before the end credits. It was the first peaceful sleep I’d had since Allison, but when I woke up Stiles was gone and for some reason that left me feeling just as hollow and alone as the nightmares had.

 I swore I wasn’t going to call him again, but that night when the nightmares came again I broke down and called him. Again he came over and I fell asleep on his chest watching empire, and again the next morning I woke up alone feeling empty. The pattern repeated itself for weeks, the only change being that my nightmares stopped leaving me alone after I’d fallen asleep again. It was like they waited until I was alone again to come haunt me. I couldn’t handle it anymore, I was tired and anxious all the time and sleep offered no escape from the monsters in my world.

 So that’s why I was pleading with him now. He had tensed underneath me when I shouted at him. I looked up at him.

 “Please. I need you to stay.” The words were barely a whisper, but he nodded in understanding. Reassured I curled even farther into his side as he placed the laptop on the night stand beside my bed. Then he pulled me tightly into his arms. I was soon drifting off into a warm and comfortable sleep.

 When I woke up the next morning I was more than well rested. I felt like superman. The warmth of Stiles body made me feel safe, really safe for the first time since. Hell, since Scott was bitten. His arms were wrapped protectively around me and his legs were tangled with mine. My head was nestled in his neck his steady heartbeat like a lullaby in my ear.

 I was studying his face, memorizing every mole and scattered freckle when his eyes finally fluttered open.

 “Morning sunshine.” He mumbled in his deep gruff sleeping voice.

 “Morning Raincloud.” I smiled up at him. The way he said my childhood nickname in that sexy morning voice was making me feel something I hadn’t felt before. It was confusing and a little overwhelming. I tried to just ignore it.

 “How’d you sleep?” I asked, genuinely concerned he hadn’t slept well. The last thing I wanted to do was guilt trip my best friend into staying the night. He deserved peace more than any of us. The past few weeks had been hardest on him.

 “Better than I have in months. Thank you for making me stay.” He smiled down at me, his eyes glinting with a life I hadn’t seen in awhile.

 “Thank you for staying. The nightmares only seem to leave me alone when you’re next to me.” I said the last part shyly. Concerned that he would think I was weak.

 “Would you want to… I mean could we… I, maybe wanna, do this again?” He was looking at anything but me now, which was impressive considering how close we were to each other.

 “Even the school nights?” I questioned. His face immediately fell.

 “Yeah, no you’re right bad idea. One time thing.” He said shaking his head.

 “Stiles, I really want that.” His eyes finally found mine.

 “Yeah?” He asked.

 “Yeah.”

[magaestheticc]

Double Trouble

word count: 3649 words

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

notes: first time writing actual detailed smut...

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

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

Until we arrived in his bedroom.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I knew it would be something to remember.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

A cough sounded throughout the room.

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

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

And there he was, standing before us.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He wanted me to gag around his cock.

And he was surely doing that much.

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

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

It would be Euphoria.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But it felt mind-blowing.

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

I desperately needed a release.

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

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

Something from an erotic dream.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[twislife]

Be there

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

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

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

‘I’m coming over,’

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

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

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

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

“Stiles..”

I pulled away from kiss briefly.

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

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

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

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

“I’m sorry, I ju-” he began.

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

“Okay you won!” I giggled.

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

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

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

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

“Holy fu-” he tried saying between moans.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[fanfictionguide]

The Payoff Pitch

Author: Leslie_Knope

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Description:

Derek is on the cusp of his second season with the LA Dodgers, and as the reigning runner-up Rookie of the Year, the pressure’s on him to become the team’s star pitcher and lead them to the playoffs for the first time in five years. He��s trying to deal with the burden of expectations and really has zero desire to spend any extra time or energy on anything that isn’t baseball.

But then he meets Stiles.

Characters/Ships: Sterek

Topic Warnings: Explicit sexual content, absolute beauty

Suggested Rating: M

Word Count: 83974 (12 Chapters)

This fic is probably in my top ten for the Teen Wolf fandom. And you guys know how much Teen Wolf fic I’ve read. It’s that good.

[superteenwolftrash]

I Love You/Nolan Holloway/Gabe/Reader Fluff

Most of these are taken from my Wattpad account! (Twtrash01)

Send me requests for the following Fandoms: Teenwolf, Vampire Diaries, Dolantwins, OUAT(Peter Pan, Robbie Kay, Supernatural, Suicide Squad, The 100. Basically I’ll write for any fandom. I’ll write non-smut as well. Be specific in what you want! *I DON’T OWN ANY GIFS*

Request:  Heyy I had an idea for an imagine about gabe/froy from teen wolf Basically reader is gabe's gf and he is soo sweet but one day she meets froy considering he is gabe's best friend and they immediately connect She doesn't know who she really wanna be with cause they're both cute and love her Thanksss if you decide to write it❤️❤️

I’m definitely doing a part 2 for this! 

Comment who you think the reader should choose! 

"Gabe I can't. It's terrifying meeting new people." I said, holding onto the car door tightly. "Babe it's just Nolan. He's my best friend and I want you guys to meet. Come one, for me?" He said giving me his famous puppy dog eyes. I let out a dramatic sigh, "Alright for you." I said, lacing my hand in his. He held the door open for me as we entered the Library, "There he is." Gabe mumbled as we made our way over to a table. Only one boy was sitting there with his back turned to us, I could only assume it was Nolan. Gabe patted the boy on his back and he turned around, "Hey." Nolan said, him and Gabe did some sort of handshake thing. "Yeah this is Y/N." Gabe said, I gave a polite smile. "H-h-Hi I'm Nolan." He stuttered out, Gabe gave him a strange look. "It's nice to finally meet you. Gabe doesn't shut up about you." I said with a laugh, Nolan looked pretty uncomfortable but I just assumed he was as nervous as I was. After minutes Nolan had warmed up to me and we were actually pretty good friends. Gabe, Nolan and I hung out all the time. Nolan was so sweet, we have so much in common. Once some weird things started happening around Beacon Hills Nolan and Gabe became very protective. I was never alone without one of them, I didn't mind they were good company. It was almost like I was dating the both of them with how much we were together. Nolan and I were walking through the halls together, Gabe hadn't come to school today. He said he had something he had to do, everyone was really secretive around me. There was a loud bang that came from behind us and Nolan's hand immediately wrapped around me. The source of the bang was a locker being slammed shut, I looked back to Nolan who was already looking at me. I then looked down at our hands, Nolan quickly pulled his hand away from mine. I'd be lying if I said my heart didn't race when he did that, I can't be thinking like that. I have Gabe who's so sweet and I love him so much, but I also love Nolan. How did I let this happen? -Later that day- "I'm sorry I couldn't make it to school." Gabe said to me, pressing a kiss to my lips. "Well I definitely missed you but it's okay." I told him. "Listen I need you to do me a favor." Gabe said, "What is it?" I asked curiously. "I need you to not come to school tomorrow." Gabe said, I raised a brow in confusion. "And why not?" I asked him. "Just promise me that you won't." He said taking my hands in his, The look on his face showed that he was being serious. "Okay I won't." I tell him. "I have to get home before the curfew." I say looking at the clock, "Yeah I'll walk you out." Gabe said and we both stood up and he walked me out to my car. "I love you." He said with a grin, a blush rose to my face. "I love you too." I tell him, leaning in and kissing his cheek softly, "Text me when you get home so I know you got there." Gabe tells me, like he does every time I leave his house. "You got it." I tell him with a smile before I get into my car. I watched him go back inside, I was just about to pull out of his driveway when my phone started to ring. It was Nolan, "Hey?" I said answering the phone, "Y/N Hey. Uh What's up?" Nolan asked me. "Well I'm just about to leave Gabe's. Why?" I asked curiously, "I just uh have a favor to ask you." Nolan said, "What is it?" I asked. "Don't come to school tomorrow." He said, "What's going on? Gabe asked me the same thing." I said, I was confused. What was going on at school tomorrow? "Please?" He said Into the phone, "Alright Fine." I said, I had already promised Gabe anyways. "Okay text me when you get home so I know you got there safe." Nolan said into the phone, I small smiled formed on my face. "Okay I will. I love you." I said without thinking and I hung up the phone. "Oh my god." I said aloud, realizing what I had just said. Maybe he didn't hear me, I thought or rather I hoped. I got home and I grabbed my phone and I text Gabe and then I was about to text Nolan when I got a text from him that read 'I love you too.' I read it over and over again, I texted him back that I got home. I'd gotten to school the next day, I wasn't planning on coming but I had remembered that I had a really important test to take that I could not miss. I came into school and I was walking past the chemistry room when I saw a group of students gathered around something. I heard cheers and people yelling, I pushed my way in and I saw Gabe and Nolan beating up Liam. Liam was covered in blood, I saw that some other Lacrosse players were holding back the kids trying to help Liam. "What the hell are you guys doing?" I shouted, Nolan and Gabe's head snapped towards me. Nolan let go of Liam and he fell to the floor, I pushed past the students and out the door. Nolan and Gabe rushed after me, calling my name. "Is this why you didn't want me to come to school? So I wouldn't see you guys doing this?" I asked them, They both took a step towards me. "Don't come near me. Both of you just leave me alone." I said, pushing through the front doors of the school.

[whyamilikethjs]

Champion - Brett Talbot x Reader

Pairing: Brett Talbot x Reader

Warnings: Hot tub smut and good shit (unprotected sex (wrap it up before you tap it up)) 

Requests: @captainpinkkissesceblr-blog

A/N: I’m working on finishing as many requests as I can and I’m starting a schedule of posting so if you have something you want written message me a request and I’d be happy to write it:)

I sat on the cold metal bleachers while the cool breeze bit at my nose, signaling for me to wrap my coat tighter around my body. The bright lights lit up the lacrosse field and I watched as the opposing teams go head to head. It was one of the few times that Devenford Prep and Beacon Hills Highschool versed each other and it was also one of the only times I was able to see Brett.

Brett and I have been dating for almost 8 months now. Although, there was a little problem… no one knew. Brett and I had multiple reasons to keep our relationship a secret; it started with us meeting through Liam and we instantly hit it off, I decided it was best if we didn’t tell anyone since Liam was one of my closest friends. Then adding on the factors of going to different schools, the whole werewolf dilemma, and everyone believing Brett was a giant douche, we finally agreed to wait to tell everyone.

I sat between Mason and Malia as I watch Devenford Prep crush our school. Brett took on almost everyone he came across and was scoring with ease. I watched as Brett’s muscles flexed under his uniform as he ran. I studied the details of how his jersey hung off of him and how beautiful his facial structure was even under his helmet. I melted into this trance until I felt someone to my right grab onto my arm. I whipped my head around and came eye to eye with Malia who was looking at me confused.

“Are you good?” She asked with furrowed brows.

“Yeah, just getting into the game that’s all,” I said, keeping calm. For the past few months, I’ve grown better at lying so nobody could pick up a change in heartbeat so Maila simply nodded before turning back to the game. 

It wasn’t long before the game came to an end with Devenford taking a large victory over Beacon Hills. I sat in place on the bleachers, giving Mason and Malia a stupid excuse of why they should go see the pack and I stay back. I rummaged through my phone until the crowd gradually dismissed and I swayed down the stairs of the bleachers, walking towards a very cocky Brett.

“How’re you feeling? You sure played hard.” I complimented.

“I feel great, so great in fact that I think you should come back to my place to celebrate my victory.” Brett offered with his award winning smirk written across his face.

“Oh really? Well, Liam invited me to Scott’s party after the game and I think you’re going to need to persuade me on why I should hang out with you instead.” I teased as I wiggled my eyebrows at him.

Brett leaned down and I felt his hot breath next to my ear, sending a shock wave of goosebumps over my body. “I have a hot tub.” Brett simply said. I grinned at his offer and at that point, he knew he had won me over.

The car ride back to Brett’s house was quick thanks to his habit of speeding. Brett led me through his house and out to his backyard where laid his hot tub. As we reached the warm water I came to a halt.

“What’s wrong?” Brett asked cautiously seeing my confused look.

“I don’t have a swimsuit.” I simply stated which made Brett laugh.

“Baby, we don’t need clothes.” He said seductively as he began to strip off his uniform until he was completely naked. I watched as he emerged himself into the water and leaned back, resting his arms on the edge of the tub.

“Waters great,” Brett added as he tilted his head back, enjoying the feeling of the warm water. I slowly began to strip down, immediately regretting the decision when the cold night air hit my back.

“It’s cold,” I complained.

“It’s only cold when you’re standing out there, the longer it takes you the colder you’ll get,” Brett replied not bothering to look up at me. I finished discarding my clothing and finally stepping into the water, my skin tingling at the change in temperature. Brett finally looked up when he felt the water move and he looked me up and down as if he was drawing a picture in his mind.

“Now doesn’t that feel better?” Brett asked rhetorically.

“I’m still cold,” I complained once again, knowing very well that I was being a pain in the ass. Brett stood up and moved so he was standing in front of me, his hips were still in the water while his entire torso was exposed.

“I think I can help fix that.” He growled before crouching down to press his lips to mine slowly but still filled with passion. I straightened my back so he didn’t have to lean that far down but it quickly resulted with him sitting down and me climbing on top of his lap. Our lips moved in sync, filled with more fire and I slowly pulled away to catch my breath. I looked down to see his normally bright, green eyes, now darker and filled with lust. He leaned in once again to kiss me, biting down on my bottom lip and allowing his tongue to explore my mouth. I moaned in his mouth as a gripped onto his hair. I felt Brett’s member rub against my thigh and I slowly began to grind down on him causing him to groan. He gripped my hips, his fingers digging into my sides as he moved me against his crotch. Brett rested his forehead in the crook of my neck, starting by peppering kisses down my neck, then proceeding to bite down on the flesh of my neck, sucking on my sweet spot making me moan loudly. He nibbled at my ear as he sped up his movements. The feeling of the warm water and the heat of Brett pressing against me gave me bliss but I still desired more. 

“Brett…” I moaned out.

“What do you want?” He asked grabbing my face so I was looking in his eyes. His pupils were blown and I could see traces of sweat in his hairline. 

“I want you inside me,” I said in almost a pleading tone. Brett grabbed my hips and picked me up, enough to lower myself down onto him. We both moaned at the feeling of pleasure. I began rocking my hips against him and Brett continued to guide me. I looked down at Brett who’s eyes were squeezed shut and I could see fangs beginning to sprout of his gums. I placed my hands on his shoulders for more leverage and slammed my lips to his. Brett moved his arms to wrap around my body tightly and he pulled from my lips and lightly pressed his forehead to mine. Brett picked up his pace of thrusting up into me and I picked up my movements as well, slowly growing uneven and sloppy but filling with pleasure nevertheless. The knot in my stomach was wound tighter and tighter with each powerful thrust. The jets from the hot tub rubbing against my back, applying, even more, pressure making me closer to the edge.

“Brett, I’m close,” I whispered in his ear causing him to growl. He immediately began sucking on my neck again which was the right amount of pleasure to make me unravel. I arched my back, my chest pressing up to Brett’s as we both came and rode out our highs. My body shook as I came down from the violent wave that came crashing down. Brett took a deep breath before pulling out and placing a kiss to my lips.

“Are you still cold?” Brett asked, raising an eyebrow making me chuckle.

“Actually, I’m very hot now.” I corrected him.

“Yes you are, but I think it’s time we got out.” Brett offered and I nodded. We both jumped out and Brett tossed me his jersey to tell me to put it on as he put on his shorts. I threw his jersey on and it came to my upper thighs but enough to cover.

“Damn, you look really good.” Brett complimenting me and I could feel my cheeks redden. He moved over to me and pulled me closer to him by my waist as he flashed a smile down at me.

“(Y/N)?” I heard a voice call and Brett and I both looked over to see Scott, Stiles, and Liam looking at us with wide eyes.

“Uh, what are you doing here?” I asked worriedly.

“Well, you didn’t come to my party and you said would, and Stiles said he saw you talking to Brett so we decided to see if you were here,” Liam answered. Each of the boys stood there awkwardly, not knowing what to say.

“Well, you found her. Need anything else?” Brett asked.

“So uh- you guys like a… I don’t know, a thing?” Stiles stuttered as he fidgeted.

“Yes, we’ve been together for a while,” I said quietly. Liam marched up to Brett angrily and I took a step back from the two.

“You… just treat her well.” Liam fizzled out from anger to an overwhelmed look on his face. He softly spoke his words and Brett stood there with crossed arms. 

“I promise,” Brett said seriously but with sincerity in his voice. Liam nodded before gesturing for Stiles and Scott to leave.

“They really care for you,” Brett stated and I nodded, watching as the three walked off.

“I know, although I like to use the word overprotective,” I smirked earning a laugh from Brett.

“So what about round two for your winner?” Brett asked and I grinned.

“Don’t have to ask me twice.” I winked as I walked back to his house. Brett followed me and opened the door, letting me in and laying a hard smack to my ass and I turned to look at him playfully, he had his signature grin plastered on his face. 

“This outta be fun.” I purred to him.

[itsalongwayhomefromhere]

A New Beginning

Hello there everyone, this is my new blog where i will share my thoughts, my interests, maybe some stories (that i will try my best to write, cause I’m new at this) and my love. I have another blog that i have had for about two years but i have never written anything personal there... i just reblogged things i found funny and eye-catching (you can follow me there if you want). Anyways, this is my blank space, my new beginning, where i will take this time that i have off school to explore (the outdoors and the internet ) and maybe in the meantime find out something about myself?

So i should do some explaining about my username, CAN WE JUST TAKE A MOMENT to curse the fact that so many of the good usernames are taken that i had to throw together a bunch of random things to finally create this blog, i tried to combine a bunch of my favourite things. I love to read and I have come to love many series like divergent, hunger games, the maze runner etc. Recently, i finished reading the lunar chronicles! I love all the characters so much but my favourite characters would be Cinder (soon to be empress of New Beijing)  and of course Ze’ev (Wolf) Kesley and his love for tomatoes... I think i know why i loved Wolf, because i do for a soft spot for wolves, namely, the television show teen wolf. I’ve loved the show for years and i cant believe it is coming to an end EEKKK! how will i survive without my weekly dose of stiles stilinski (Dylan O’Brien).

Anyways, cheers to a new beginning, i hope you decide to accompany on this journey!