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I actually want to kms. This was one of the first things I wrote and I remember I was trying to decide if I should spell it as cum or come, but eventually I decided on come… I just read this again and I literally used both😭😭😭

Chapter four: Enemies with benefits

Pairing | Stiles × reader

Summary | Stiles helps reader stop overthinking :)

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

Words | 7k

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

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Chapter 3

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“I know you, princess.”

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

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

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

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

“You’re too easy, princess.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Do you want me to hurt you more?”

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

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

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

“Say it.” He said, harsher this time.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You sure?”

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

“Ready?”

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

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

“One.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Two.” You said through a whine.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Don’t cry. Don’t cry. Don’t cry-

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

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

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

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

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

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

“C'mon it can’t be that bad.”

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

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

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

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

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

“He does not!”

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

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

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

“Fine. I won’t tell you then.”

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

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

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

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

“I saw it.” He said, nonchalant.

“W- you did?!” You choked on a gasp.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Oh.” You breathed.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You think you can be a good girl?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“W- Stiles! What the fuck?!”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Fucking pretty.

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

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

Fuck. And I mean fuuuck.

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

“Stiles, I was just teasing. Please…”

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

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

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

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

“Not yet, baby.”

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

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

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

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

“Promise?” You whimpered.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“You’re so immature.”

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

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

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

“Do you want a reward or not?”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“No. Do you?”

“No.”

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

Chapter 5

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