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Flaming Hearts

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Pairing(s): Void Stiles x Phoenix!Fem!Reader Summary: You were always treated like an outcast by the pack. When the nogitsune takes over Stiles's body, he shows you how good being the outcast can feel Warnings: smut, pwp, mean McCall pack, EXTREME OVERSTIMULATION, fingering, cunnilingus, praise kink (tehe), eye contact, vaginal penetration, masochistic Void (kinda for like half a scene), sweet Void, commentary during the deed which is lowkey cringe in some spots my bad y’all, cervix fucking, unprotected sex, reader is not on birth control, Void lowkey baby trapping reader, a lil manipulation but like not bad, updated to have no use of (y/n), I think that’s it lmk if there's more. MINORS CONTINUE AT YOUR OWN RISK. YOU KNOW THE WARNINGS YOU’VE READ THEM A THOUSAND TIMES. Word Count: 10,086

This was a very self-indulgent fic and I’m not sorry.

Pt 2 will be linked here when done.

BRO IS BEAUTIFUL WHAT

(GIFs are by @scuddish thank you scuddish for your wonderful contribution)

Life was cruel, but it made up for it with gifts.

You were new in town, a transfer student, living in a single bedroom apartment that was provided for you by your mother as well as helped by the government of Beacon Hills. You’d felt a calling to be here for the longest time and you were relieved your mom let you go. All throughout the first two weeks of your time attending the new school, you were desperately searching for friends or somewhere to fit into with no luck. On one extremely anxious day, you escaped your class to go to the girl’s locker room and break down there.

Until you saw two boys in there. The shock of two boys being in the Female locker room was enough to shake you out of your panicked state and make you wipe the tears from your eyes. With your vision no longer blurred, you could see the claws on his hands and the intense sideburns and fangs.

When once brown eyes turned a bright glowing amber, your body decided that was too much.

And you fainted.

The pack took you in after that - almost as an apology for making you faint - and allowed you to join their group since you knew about the supernatural now. They let you sit with them, invited you to sleepovers - Allison and Lydia mostly but Scott and Isacc surprisingly asked once. You were so happy to finally find a place that you fit in.

Except they never really let you join completely. No trust other than friendly-non supernatural related matters trust was placed in you despite the continuous ways you proved yourself. Being human, you were outcasted in the group of outcasts. Stiles was human but he was the brains. He discovered things no one else could, he was the detective of the group.

You were more like an emotional support human that was only needed like 2% of the time.

Noah Stilinski, the sweetheart that he is and despite his son’s deepest complaints, took over your living situation and let you stay with them for the year while you attended school at Beacon Hills.

Perfect fucking precious Stiles. He was infinitely the worst one in the group. At first he just avoided you at all costs until his dad decided to room you in the same house as him. Ever since, he’d been sending you glares anytime you were in his visibility and would blame you for the simplest of things despite obviously being the cause of them. He was so hard to get along with. Seeing how he acted around everyone else besides you and how everyone else acted around each other made everything worse. You knew you couldn’t leave because of Noah’s insistence to stay here and your mother not paying for housing anymore since she knew of your improved situation.

You also didn’t want to leave. You didn’t want to leave these people. The only friends you can remember having. Those who, despite how they cast you out, have treated you decently well, at the very least sometimes, and took you in at your most vulnerable moment.

Stiles just seemed to hate you for whatever reason.

You sighed as you walked through the front door to the Stilinski household. A sigh escaped your mouth as the door closed behind you.

You called out into the house to let anyone home know of your presence. “I’m back!”

The house was eerily quiet and no response hit your ears. You shrugged it off with the thought of all occupants just being out and were a bit relieved you could have the house to yourself for a bit. They barely let you off on your own. Even now when you spent your time out of the house, you were accompanied by Lydia.

You shrugged your rain coat off your shoulders and took off your muddied boots, not wanting to track it into the house and have an excuse for Stiles to hate you even more. Your bones ached from the long day, having been running around all day trying to do whatever you could to help find Stiles. He had been missing for a while and the group barely filled you in on what was happening, just giving you the quick and vague summary about a nogitsune and a missing Stilinski.

With a sigh, you plopped down onto the living room couch and leaned your head on the back cushion. Your eyes closed and you took a moment to just listen to the quiet around you, the only sound the pitter patter of the pouring rain on the roof and windows. It was calm, peaceful even. You couldn’t remember a time where your life wasn’t a chaotic mess since meeting the pack. You sunk more into the cushions and pulled your knees to your chest while grabbing the TV remote and switching it to your favorite channel.

It was all so dark. So dark yet so comforting. Calloused fingertips caressed your forehead and brushed the hair out of your face. You could feel yourself being brought out of the heavenly ignorant bliss the darkness gave you and groaned in complaint. The fingertips stilled on your hairline, slowly retracting and you let out another sound of complaint.

A soft chuckle that sounded familiar but just out of reach for your sleep hazed brain echoed through the room. You felt yourself slipping back into the darkness when the familiar voice spoke.

“They don’t treat you very well do they, dove?”

Your eyes opened almost hesitantly and when you saw the voice’s face you gasped.

There he was. Stiles Stilinski in the flesh, and yet he seemed so different. His skin was paler, his eye bags sunken in and were a light purple. He looked… hot.

You shook that thought away the moment it popped into your head.

His hand, now resting on your cheek with a gentle grip, was feverish, almost to the point of uncomfort, but not quite.

And then you realized.

It was Stiles.

“Oh my god! Stiles what the hell?” You shot up to sit straight but his hand holding your cheek quickly traveled to your throat and he forced you back down, not holding enough to restrict air flow or hurt, but enough for you to get the message not to move. That and the glare he gave you. A sound of surprise sounded from your mouth unwillingly. “Um.” your eyes traveled from his unnaturally dark eyes to the wrist of the hand wrapped around your neck. “Okay, haha, you’re really funny but you can let go now.” You tried to laugh it off and deescalate the situation despite your growing weariness.

“Now why would I do that, when you look so pretty wearing my hand as a necklace?” He tilted his head and his eyes ran over your body slowly, seeing you shift under his gaze and his smirk growing with each movement.

“Wha- huh?” That was about all the words you could say, nothing coherent coming out of your mouth as you weren’t sure if you were flustered, annoyed, or turned on.

Maybe it was all three.

“Stiles, stop messing around. Everyone has been worried sick about you, they’ve spent the last 2 days searching for you nonstop. We need to call Scott and let him know you’re here and okay.” Although ‘okay’ doesn’t seem like the correct term. Sure, Stiles seemed unharmed, despite the obvious lack of sleep showing on his face - although that was relatively normal for him and his insomnia - but his tone, posture, and manners were way different. It almost seemed as if he had become a different person overnight.

He chuckled again, even his voice seemed deeper. Darker. “Oh I’m sure Scott knows exactly how I’m doing, considering I was at school earlier today. Oh… wait, they didn’t tell you, did they?” His face shifted into a mocking pout. “Poor little dove, outcast even in a place surrounded by people of supernatural abilities. The outcast of the outcasts. A fitting title don’t you think?” His words stung a little but it was nothing you yourself hadn’t already thought of. Him saying it just confirmed your thoughts.

“I mean, they don’t trust you at all. Despite everything you have put yourself through to prove yourself to them, they’ve just pushed it all to the side just because you’re different.” You were getting sick of him taunting you, just approving everything you’ve been telling yourself for the past two months. You rolled your eyes in annoyance and, fed up, you raised your hands to his wrist and tried to pry it off your neck. As soon as your fingers touched the skin of his hand - with a speed you barely saw - he removed his hand from your neck, using both hands to grab your wrists and pin them above your head to the couch’s armrest. He smirked at your dumbfounded expression and shocked stutters.

“You see, I’ve been watching it for a while now, the faltered smiles when one of them would make a comment to the group and cast you out. When they talked about their plans at lunch when you weren’t sitting with them yet and immediately shutting up when you got into ear shot. The way when even you don’t know, they are always following you, always watching. Making sure you were being a good girl.” He smirked once again and shifted your hands to be held by only one of his. The, now freed, hand forced your curled up legs to straighten and then he moved to straddle above you. You were pretty sure your eyes could just pop out of their sockets by how wide they were. His face dipped down and he pressed his nose to your jugular, his lips just barely touching your skin and lightly brushing against it when he talked again.

“But you’ve always been a good girl, haven’t you?” Your breath caught as his teeth lightly skimmed over your neck, canines feeling more elongated and sharper than normal. A shiver went down your spine as his tongue peeked out and slid up your neck until he was right next to your ear.

“Will you be a good girl for me now, dove?”

A whimper almost escaped your bite swollen lips at the pet name, your cheeks heating up and a warmth swirling in your core. “S-Stiles, what’s gotten into you?”

He growled and bit down on your neck harshly, making you release a yelp before it transformed into a muffled moan as he smoothed his tongue over it. “Don’t. Call me that.”

“Call you what? Your name?” You asked, so confused by everything that was happening. Confused on why Stiles was acting this way, confused by why he wouldn’t call Scott, confused on why now of all times your attraction to Stiles had to come out.

You’ve always thought Stiles was attractive. The muscles he hid underneath his baggy flannels, the short glimpse you would see whenever he took his lacrosse jersey off after practice or a game before heading to the locker rooms, and that pretty face that haunted your dreams. Now, it seemed the attraction was even worse because of this new arrogant, cocky, full of himself, and confident attitude. He wasn’t pretty anymore, he was bewitchingly hot.

It also didn’t help that something unmistakable was poking your lower stomach.

“That’s not my name.” He said before quickly positioning himself to be kneeling on the couch in front of you between your legs, your thighs wrapped around his waist and his clothed erection so close to your heat a soft whimper escaped your mouth against your will. He grabbed your neck again, forcing you to look him in the eyes as he smirked and jutted his hips forward.

A gasp that quickly turned into a moan left you and you struggled against his grip on your hands as your cheeks heated, embarrassed by the sounds you were making. You didn’t necessarily want him to stop, you just wanted to cover your mouth so no sound would come out.

As if he could read your thoughts, he spoke. “Oh no no. You’re not going to hide those pretty little noises from me. In fact,” he leaned his face in close, your noses touching and lips inches apart. “I’ve decided I’m going to make you unable to stop making them.” His lips met yours as he thrust his clothed sex against yours again, swallowing the moan that left your mouth. He grinded against you, teasingly slow and you could feel his lips turning into a grin as you tried to quiet your whimpers and moans.

Just as his hand managed to unbuckle your pants, your phone rang from the kitchen counter. Stiles broke the kiss and stared at you with an outraged and lust filled look. He let you get up to go answer the phone with an eye roll.

It was Scott.

“Hey Sco-”

His frantic voice panically calling your name cut you off. “Where are you?”

“Uh, I’m… at home? Or- shit, not my home, the Stilinski home.”

A short sigh of relief was heard through the phone. “Okay, good. Stay there. Lock the doors and windows, do not let anyone in. Absolutely no one, do you understand me? No one! Not until we tell you it’s safe.”

“Scott, it's a bit late for that. Stiles came home a while ago, I’m not sure when bu-”

“Stiles is with you?” Scott’s voice yelled through the phone and you winced before replying.

“Yeah we’ve been… in the living room for the past 20 minutes or so.”

“Get the hell out of there,” Scott said sternly with a bit of fear and anxiety mixed in.

“What? Why?”

His voice broke a little as he spoke your name with a fearful tone. “That’s not Stiles.”

A hand landed over your mouth just as you were about to say something else while another gently took the phone from your grasp. The shock and slight fear of the situation took over both your flight and fight senses, leaving freeze as the only option. Stiles, or not-Stiles, brought the phone up to his ear as Scott shouted through it, his every word stated clearly despite being heard through the phone when not on speaker.

“Sorry, Scottie. Why don’t you call back later? Your girl's a little busy right now.” With that, he hung up.

You turned around slowly only to have Stiles, or not-Stiles, standing inches away from you with a massive evil grin shaping his face. You took a step back only to realize you had no room because of the kitchen counter. Not-Stiles took a single step forward and then grabbed the counter on either side of your body, trapping you. He stuck his face into your neck again, breathing deeply before speaking.

“And here I was wanting to drag it out for a while longer.” He leaned back and looked you straight in the eye with the most genuine smile you had seen from him all night, if not ever. “But alas, not today.” He raised his hand and swiftly brought it down to a pressure point on your neck, knocking you out instantly and catching you with a soft grip as you fell. “Until next time, dove.”

A violent shake and iron tight grips on your biceps violently woke you up, Allison standing above your lying position on the Stilinski couch and looking at you with frantic panicked eyes that calmed when she saw you awaken.

“Oh thank god. You had me worried for a moment there.” She grabbed your hand and lifted you more harshly than you would have liked and you rubbed your wrist when she turned away. “Something’s going on. We need to go to Scott’s house, everyone is already there waiting for us.”

You knew better than to ask any questions. They would tell you what they would tell you and nothing more.

Looking around for your phone, you noticed it was nowhere to be seen and you remembered the events of last night.

Last night…

It had been a whole night since you had seen him. Since Scott had called.

Did they really take a whole night to come see you? To make sure you were okay?

The car ride there was silent and you could feel your anxiety rising the more the silence dragged on. A breath of relief left you as you saw Scott’s house pull up. Allison rushed straight into the house, leaving you behind without a second thought and you rolled your eyes to hide the pain it caused you.

When you entered the house, the chattering from the pack in the kitchen stopped abruptly and they all looked at you. Scott hesitated before he took a few steps toward you and brought you into an awkward hug.

“I’m glad you’re okay. We were all worried.”

You looked around once he let you go and almost scoffed. Oh yeah, they all look really worried. Didn’t have enough time to send someone over to make sue I was alive but they’re so worried.

Over time, they casted you out more and more and became more distant. You were completely left in the dust. Not even just for supernatural matter. Lydia and Allison stopped inviting you for sleepovers; Scott and Isaac stopped having lunch with you outside underneath the apple tree near the lacrosse field; Stiles, funnily enough, was the only one who stayed the same, if not lessened up on the glaring.

You heard a soft speaking from behind you and whipped around to see a sight that made you gasp.

There was Stiles. He was sitting on the couch with a piece of black tape covering his mouth with Melissa sitting next to him, her head in her hands. His eyes shone brightly when he caught sight of you and he tilted his head slightly to the side in a way that made you shift. It was like yesterday’s events were playing on repeat in his eyes and you couldn’t look away.

“I think it’s time we filled you in.” Scott said from behind you and it brought you out of the trance like state Stiles/Not-Stiles had you in.

“Yeah, you’re goddamn right it is.” You said and crossed your arms over your chest. Scott looked slightly shocked at your behavior and scratched the back of his neck. Just as he was about to open his mouth, you interrupted him. “Don’t even. I am getting so sick of how you all treat me. I have proven myself over and over again and you all just refuse to believe that I am on your side. What do I have to do for you to trust me? Do I need to sacrifice a lamb for you to trust me, oh my Lord Jesus Christ?” The last sentence was uttered with as much sarcasm as you could muster. Your outburst left everyone temporarily paralyzed in shock - as you had barely ever raised your voice at them - before a loud, albeit muffled, cackle interrupted the odd silence. You didn’t even have to turn around to know the Stiles imposter was looking at the show with mirth filled eyes.

“We- we never meant-” Scott started.

“Oh shut up, now is not the time for your excuses. Not to mention you practically left me for dead last night after you called, Scottie.” You spat his name out with a venom coated tongue as you interrupted him again and rolled your eyes. “Just fill me in on whatever the hell has happened to Stiles so we can all move on in our lives.”

He nodded and started to tell you everything about the nogitsune, how he had taken over Stiles, how he had stabbed Scott, how he almost killed Kira. By the end of the story you were surprisingly not even phased, whether that be because your mind was used to everything being crazy in your life while involved with the pack or how you just didn’t care. It’s not like they ever treated you that well, sure they were your friends but they were your friends by convenience and force, not choice.

And Void, that is what the nogitsune possessing Stiles’ body was called, well, he was just something else. The events yesterday may be shifting your bias but it was undeniable. You had felt an attraction like never before during those short and blissful moments. It didn’t even feel like Stiles. You know that even if Stiles had ever done something like that, he would never have had the confidence like Void did. And it was a feeling that made you squirm in your seat on the kitchen stool.

The hairs on the back of your neck prickled and you risked a glimpse behind to see Void already glaring into your eyes, his eyes darkened by a feeling you could only describe as complete and utter desire.

He wanted you. And if the chance were to come, who were you to deny him?

After 10 minutes of trying to figure out a plan and speaking in hushed tones to avoid Void hearing, Lydia had given in and called someone, you didn’t know who but it seemed everyone else did.

Once again they left you out. Even after you lectured them about how much they did that.

More waiting happened until the bang of the front door being slammed open interrupted your increasingly anxious thoughts. With a too gleeful expression for the situation on his face, the one and only Peter Hale stood in the doorway with his arms opened in a grand gesture.

You all gave him a deadpan stare.

He rolled his eyes and walked up to all of you, more specifically, to you. He tilted his head as he noticed your eyes. You turned your head to control yourself. When you were anxious, or just feeling any strong emotion, your eyes seemed as if the irises caught on fire. They were frighteningly beautiful.

And you hated them.

As your heart steadied and you raised your head back to the group again, Peter’s interested gaze had shifted away from you and to Lydia with a knowing look before walking to Stiles. As he crouched in front of him and inspected his state of being, he spoke. “He doesn’t look like he would survive a slap across the face, much less the bite of a werewolf.” You assumed Lydia already filled him in on what the situation was and what the plan was.

“You don’t think it would work?” Scott asked anxiously as he picked at the skin around his fingers.

“This is more a war of the mind than the body.” Peter stood back up to his full height. “There are better methods to winning this battle.” The mischievous glimpse in his eyes made you worried about what these ‘better methods’ were.

“What methods are you thinking of?” the veterinarian, Deaton, asked, his expression also showing concern.

Peter turned to face the rest of you. “We’re going to get in his head.”

As soon as he said that, he walked toward Lydia and roughly grabbed her by the elbow. With her being right next to me, you instinctively reached out and grabbed the wrist attached to the hand holding her. Peter’s loud unbridled yelp of pain made you rip your hand off him and he cradled his wrist as you caught a glimpse of it.

It was completely scorched.

Your face morphed into one of horror as your eyes flicker between the burn marks on his wrist that were, thankfully, already healing and the ashes on your palm.

“Oh my god! What did you do?” Lydia screamed at you and panicked as she grabbed Peter's arm, careful not to touch the wound.

“I- I didn’t- I don’t-” You kept trying to speak but your mind was panicking and your body was overwhelmed with shock and fear. Fear of yourself.

“It’s quite alright Lydia.” Peter said after a second when his hand had healed for the most part, it seemed the wound looked much worse than it actually was and all that remained was a red handprint and some ashes.

“I-I’m so sorry, I-I don’t know what happened.” You held the hand you used to your chest as if to protect everyone else from it. Deaton walked up from behind you and put his hand on your shoulder before flinching away.

“Your skin is burning. Scott, get her some ice.” Scott rushed to the fridge and brought out an ice pack. He practically shoved it into your hands before pulling his hand away quickly. He tried to hide it but his eyes showed fear.

It hurt, seeing them all looking at you like that. They tried to hide it but they looked at you the same way they looked at Void. They looked at you like you were a monster.

The ice pack in your hands was such a contrast to your burning skin that it forced your brain to focus on its contrasting temperature until you realized it was melting through your palms. You quickly hid your hands and the melted plastic of the ice pack in your pockets before anyone could see.

Anyone besides the boy sitting on the couch that is.

Peter reached for Lydia again, slowly this time and much gentler than before. You didn’t even look at them as they walked away, choosing instead to just stand there with your eyes focused on the hand you burned the man with.

After a while, they came back to the group and you all migrated to the couch where Stiles sat. You avoided his eyes like the plague, knowing they were zoned in on your every move and smiling in delight when he knew he’d gotten to you with just his mere presence.

Lydia was seated on one end of the couch, Void the other, with Scott standing behind the couch in the middle of them. Peter moved Scott’s fingers to align with the correct place to connect them all into Stiles’ mind palace.

“So what do we do if we do find him?” Scott asked.

“You’re going to have to guide him out somehow…” Peter replied vaguely which caused Scott and Lydia to both become increasingly annoyed and you rested your elbows on your knees before holding your head in your hands.

“Could you elaborate on ‘somehow?’ It’s not feeling very specific at the moment.” Lydia sighed with a slight roll of her eyes.

Peter shrugged, “Improvise.”

“Mm. Improvise he says.” you muttered under your breath but everyone ignored you.

Everyone except the murderous brown eyes burning a hole through your skull.

“What if this is just another trick?” Scott worried.

The grown wolf groaned in annoyance and exasperation. “When are you people going to start trusting me?”

You scoffed, thinking the exact same thing.

Scott’s eyes flickered between you and the hyena before he said, “I meant him.” And pointed to the possessed body on the couch. You finally raised your gaze to watch the scene unfold and felt your heart settle into your lower region when you saw Void. His head leaned against the back of the couch, tilted to the side as his eyes were focused on you, an enchanting and hungry look settling in his eyes as they gazed at you. He gave you a slow once over and everything around you tuned out as you felt your body heat up and pool in your panties. You could tell, if the black tape covering his lips was off, he would be sporting a very arrogant smirk.

A synchronized gasp from all three members near the couch broke your gaze with him as his eyes closed and his head fully fell against the back of the couch, face now facing the ceiling.

You almost stood up to go to him before a sigh from Peter faltered your movements and he spoke.

“Now we wait.”

And wait you did. It seemed like time was not in your favor when everything your life had become to know as normal was at stake. It couldn’t have been more than 30 minutes, but to you?

It felt like hours.

Blood dripped down Lydia’s nose and Peter ran up to her, shaking her as he screamed at her to concentrate and that she was stronger than this.

Personally, you couldn’t draw your eyes away from Void. His breathing was soft, his adam’s apple bobbing up and down when he swallowed and chest rising and falling with each inhale and outhale.

Meanwhile another Hale was pissing you off.

Just as you were about to call him out for being too loud, A collective gasp from the two non-possessed members near the couch once again interrupted you.

Melissa rushed toward Lydia to help her and Scott took a few deep breaths before focusing all his attention to the Stiles look-alike. “Did it work?” He asked frantically. You sighed and rested your head against your knees, arms wrapping around your shins to hug yourself in disappointment, the anticipation disintegrating into the thin air.

“What happened? Why didn’t it work?” Lydia stood up quickly and rushed to Peter, demanding answers he evidently couldn’t provide.

“Because it’s not science, Lydia, it’s supernatural.” Peter sighed before grabbing her arm and pulling her toward him menacingly and they spoke in hushed whispers before Void shot forward onto his knees to the floor.

Like a circus act, a seemingly unending length of fabric spit from Void’s mouth and he used both hands to pull it out. Unnerving moments went by as everyone watched before all the scarf-like material was out of his mouth and he scrambled back to sit on the couch again, panting with his head resting against the cushion and his eyes closed.

There was clattering and yells to the side but you just stood carefully and walked to where Stiles was sitting on the couch. You sighed in nervousness before touching his shoulder softly and attempting to comfort him since all the others of the pack were focused on the clump of fabric behind you.

“Hey, it’s okay. You’re okay, everything will work out. Just calm down.” You went to pull your hand away as his breathing slowed but he reached up and grabbed it with a speed non-human. Your heartbeat started rising again as the realization dawned on you.

He opened his eyes and looked at you with a smirk and heavy lidded eyes. “You’re right dove.” He tugged on your hand and you fell forward into him, his free arm wrapping around your waist aggressively. Or was it possessively? “Everything will work out.”

You awoke in a cold concrete walled room, the only warmth over you being your clothes and a soft woven blanket that did a surprisingly good job at staving off the chill. A soft padded queen size mattress with no support laid underneath to separate you from the frigid floor. You couldn’t remember passing out but you knew exactly where you were.

Or rather, who you were with.

Getting a sense of deja vu, calloused fingertips traced over your forehead to your hairline before going back again in a figure 8 pattern.

Your heart beat rose and his fingers trailed from your forehead to your neck, right over your pulse. You opened your eyes and looked at him where he sat; he looked genuinely happy, in a sick, twisted way. Despite how comforting the smile was, it sent shivers down your back that you couldn’t tell were pleasant or not.

“Hi dove.”

His voice broke you out of the trance his hypnotizing eyes put you under every time. You sat up quickly and scooted away from him, falling off the bed - luckily not falling down far because of how low the mattress was to the ground - and looked at him with conflicted thoughts and emotions.

He looked faux surprised and hurt by your actions, standing up and walking toward you as you scrambled to your feet to get away from him. “What’s wrong? You were so enthusiastic about it earlier, what changed?” You gasped as your back hit the concrete of the wall and he cornered you, one hand going to rest against the wall next to your head and the other holding your waist under your shirt. His fingers against your skin felt incredibly hot compared to the cold seeping through your shirt from the wall. He leaned in to speak again and his breath hit your lips with every word. “I promise I won't bite.”

Liar.

He leaned into your neck but didn’t touch you, only letting you feel the heat emanating from his body but not the skin. He took a deep breath in and you had to bite your lip and clench your eyes shut to stop yourself from falling to his feet.

It hadn’t gone away. The undeniable urge to just jump his bones and feel more of that pleasure he seemed so willing to offer.

“But of course, it's no fun if you don’t consent…” he leaned back and the hand that was previously on the wall next to your head traveled to your neck which he tilted upwards to lengthen your neck and looked at you with a smirk and hungry eyes ready to devour you. “So why don’t you be a good girl and tell me how much you want this,” he leaned in and his lips brushed against your ear as he spoke, “I can practically hear you throbbing.”

A soft whimper left you when his hand on your waist drifted to tug your pants down the slightest bit but never went farther without you answering. A few moments of silence passed, only interrupted by your soft pants, and he sighed in disappointment, his grip on your neck and waist slowly being removed.

Your eyes shot open from their closed state, you didn’t stop to think about when they had closed, and you grabbed his hands before they could leave your body. He looked at you expectantly and you opened and closed your mouth like a fish a few times before answering him with a soft and whispered: “I want it.”

His grip returned to your skin but his hand tugging your pants traveled back to your waist to draw little shapes there, tickling you just the slightest bit. “Oh dove, I’m proud of you for trying, but that’s not what I want.” His hand around your throat tightened pleasantly. “I want you to beg.”

Your eyes widened and you forced your cheeks to cool and swallowed your pride.

“Please?” You tried, weakly.

“Oh I know you can do better than that. Try again.” He didn’t say it as a suggestion.

With a deep breath and your hand, still around the wrist grabbing your neck, tightening, you did what he wanted.

You begged.

“Please, please I want it. I do, please, just… just do something, please! Anything! Please… P-please.”

He had a pleased smirk on his face as he leaned in so you were only a few inches apart. You could feel his breath on your neck with every exhale.

“How much do you want?” He taunted.

“Everything. Whatever you'll give me.” You told him with a tone of desperation.

He smirked and looked at you approvingly before crushing his lips against yours in a brutal kiss that sent you to cloud 9. Your hands traveled to his hair and you pulled on it roughly as you kissed back with just as much fervor. You felt him groan into the kiss and you grinned, but it soon faded as a moan formed when he pressed his fingertips to your core through your pants.

“My, my. All this just from kissing? You flatter me.” He spoke against your lips in a low tone. You knew exactly what he was talking about. You were absolutely soaked. The moment he started walking toward you, you felt the warmth in your core building and it hadn’t stopped since. Your head fell back against the wall and Void kissed down your neck to your collarbone, leaving bruises and hickeys in his wake. Applying more pressure, he dragged his hand up your core, pausing momentarily to draw tiny intense circles to your clit before using his hand to skillfully undo the buttons and pull your pants down. He broke the kiss to kneel down before you and look you straight in the eyes as he dragged the pants down your legs excruciatingly slowly. You hadn’t noticed previously but now realized your shoes were gone.

Who would’ve thought Void wouldn’t want dirty shoes on the mattress. Huh.

He stood back up to his full height and looked down at you as he rubbed your heat over your panties. He studied every expression you made and committed them to memory. His expression soon changed to one of annoyance, angry at the lack of skin to skin contact between the two of you. He ripped the undergarment into pieces before taking a step back to strip off his shirt. He paused just as he was about to step to you again.

You squirmed under his gaze as he gave you a long once over and his eyes stopped on yours. Another emotion in his eyes, one you couldn’t quite recognize, clouded over his lust temporarily. “What?” You asked self consciously and moved your hands to cover yourself, thinking he didn’t like your body.

Before your hands could even reach past your hips, he reached out and grabbed each wrist, ignoring your shocked gasp and pinned them against the wall beside your head. “Don’t ever fucking do that again. You’re insecure? You don’t think you’re attractive?” He taunted angrily. He pressed his lower body into yours, his rather large, clothed, erection pressing to your bare clit as he grinded it into you. You moaned and he leaned into your neck again, being much rougher than he was a minute ago. “Ya feel that? That is all you dove. You fucking did that to me. You do that to me wearing baggy clothes and no makeup. You do that to me fresh out of bed in the morning with your hair in knots. You’re doing that to me right now, trapped between me and the wall, a silly shirt covering your divine breasts and nothing else.” He bit down on your shoulder hard enough to draw blood and you let out a loud moan. “You’ll take responsibility for it soon enough.” He arranged your hands to touch and he grabbed them both with one hand, the other sliding down, spending time to caress your breasts and pinch your nipples through the thin shirt fabric. He moved lower and lower until he reached your heat and thrust two fingers in with no warning. Without even letting you adjust, not that you really needed to with how wet you were, he started pounding his fingers into you. You started moaning uncontrollably and struggled to get out of his grip to hold onto something. He humored you and released your hands. Immediately they fell to his shoulders and then wrapped around his neck to pull his face into your neck where he started to leave his love bites. He grabbed the back of your right thigh and lifted it, wrapping it around his waist which allowed him to hit deeper. With every thrust, he curled his fingers and they hit you right in your pleasure spot.

Soon enough you could feel a knot forming in your stomach. It built and built and you warned Void about what was incoming.

“Oh that’s right, cum on my fingers dove. Let me know who makes you feel this good. Stiles could never fuck you like this. He could never bring you to such pleasure. To the point where your every bone quakes and sings in an overwhelming amount of pleasure that I alone am giving you.” His grip on your waist tightened to the line bordering between pain and pleasure just as his thrusts sped up to a pace faster than you believed even possible.

“Cum.”

And you did just that. Your bones really did quake and sing with pleasure. Your body writhed and you thrust yourself against Void’s fingers, grinding yourself through your orgasm despite him not slowing down and riding you through too.

Your orgasm slowed down to a stop and you took a deep breath before another loud and unrestricted moan released during your exhale and you noticed Void had yet to stop or even slow down.

“Ah, st-slow do-down-! It’s-ah-it’s too much!” You begged and yet he just smirked and increased his pace.

“Oh sweetheart, isn’t this what you wanted? You told me you wanted everything, you wanted all of it.” You swallowed in a lust filled fear as he smirked even wider. “So darling, you are going to take all of it.”

He led you on to another orgasm by his fingers alone. Your puffy clit was begging for attention after being neglected for so long. When you reached your high, he slowed down and pulled his fingers out. You bit the inside of your cheek to stop from whining at the emptiness. He brought his fingers to his lips and stared you straight in the eyes as he brought them into his mouth and moaned at the taste.

You blushed and tried to look away until his free hand came up to grab your jaw roughly and force you to face him as he licked and sucked at his fingers, prolonging your embarrassment.

When he was satisfied with how much embarrassment he could feel radiating off you, he pulled his fingers out of his mouth with a pop before he grinned. His hands gently placed themselves on each of your hips and he leaned in until your lips barely grazed each other’s.

“That little taste just makes me want to have more. Which reminds me, I haven’t had my dinner yet. Do you mind?” You tried to lean forward and kiss him but he just leaned his head back until you gave an answer. You nodded your head no and he grinned.

“There’s my good girl.”

He leaned in and kissed you softly, so softly it distracted you from the hands on your hips traveling to your butt and quickly lifting you to wrap your legs around his waist. Without moving his feet an inch, the wall behind you suddenly disappeared and he threw you down onto the queen bed mattress. You landed with a small bounce.

You looked at him in shock and confusion but he just grinned and winked.

Teleportation. Huh. Must be a nogitsune thing.

He kneeled down in front of the bed and ripped your shirt off before grabbing your thighs to bring you to the edge. You yelped and stared as he lifted your legs over his shoulders, the backs of your knees curving over them. He gave another little wink before diving in.

You moaned as his lips finally gave attention to your clit and a shock of pleasure swarmed through your veins. Your head fell against the mattress and your eyes clenched shut when the euphoria became too much to your, still sensitive, core.

A loud slap and the stinging on your outer thigh caused you to flick your eyes open and look at the man between your legs.

“The next time you look away from me I will edge you for three new moons.” He spoke right against your cunt and you could feel the vibrations surging through your clit. With a moan, you nodded and adjusted yourself to lean on your elbows and look at him. He brought his tongue out to lick a long stride up your cunt and collected your slick in his mouth before going straight back into his meal.

You had no doubt he would stay true to his word if you looked away, so you kept your eyes firmly on him, despite every protest in your veins to close your eyes when it became too much.

When the coil in your gut built up again, he could feel you approaching your orgasm and looked you right in the eyes. You blushed and were so tempted to look away but he tightened his grip on your thighs in a warning.

You came again for the third time. You tried your best to keep your eyes on him but they fluttered shut every few seconds as he kept licking and sucking at your overstimulated clit.

When he seemed satisfied two mind blowing orgasms later, he climbed up your body, one of your legs falling to surround his waist while the other he kept suspended over his shoulder.

“You did so well. You’re such a good girl, following orders with no questions.” He kissed you and you could taste yourself on his tongue. “They don’t deserve you, they never did.” He murmured against your lips before his head traveled to the curve of your neck and shoulder.

He took his pants and boxers off in no time, rubbing the head of his cock through your slick folds and over your clit.

Your mind was racing with too many conflicting emotions to comprehend: want, fear, lust, panic. You looked down and saw him.

He was big. Bigger than any guy you’ve ever seen, not that that was many considering you were a virgin.

“I am going to ruin you. No one else will ever be able to make you feel the way I do. Every time you cum from this point on will be from my body, no one else's.” He spoke menacingly while he watched in awe as your overstimulated clit twitched whenever he ran the head of his dick across it. The mushroom tip of his cock caught along your entrance through every glide up and down until he stopped and pushed it fully in.

“Wait, wai-ngh!” You tried but got interrupted by your own moan when he thrusted all the way in to the hilt, his tip pressed against your cervix in a mind blanking way. The sting of the stretch was there but was completely oversighted by the immense pleasure that came with it. You gasped at the feeling and wrapped your arms around his shoulder to scratch at his back. His back quickly covered in nail marks and marks of ash and burned skin.

You gasped in horror at the unwilled release of your fire until he moaned loudly - filled with both pleasure at the pain and entrance of your slick walls. Any sounds he had tried to hide completely spilled out. “Shit, keep doing that d-dove. Mark me all you want. Make me yours. F-feels so good; you’re so tight. Are you a virgin or something? You’re squeezing me to death, I don’t know how much longer I can take with you so tight around me.”

You froze at the accusation and turned your head the opposite of his, not answering his question.

A sigh escaped you when he started leaving kisses on your neck, slowly dragging out of your entrance before entering back just as slowly. An elongated moan left your mouth when he hit a certain spot on his way back in.

“Oh it’s alright my sweet girl. This just means I’m able to take another thing Stiles has been longing for. If only I was able to take your first kiss too.”

You almost missed what he said when he snapped his hips into yours harder and you sputtered unintelligible words at the movement.

“He-agh-he what?” You asked him as he left a soft bite on your clavicle.

“Oh yeah, I don’t think there was a corner of his mind that wasn’t filled with the idea of you. Poor little Stiles couldn’t stop imagining you like this.” He mocked. “He would’ve fucked you with your chest to the bed and you ass sticking up all nice and pretty but I don’t think you’d like that, would you sweet girl?”

Your heart skipped as he rose to look into your eyes. “No, I don't think you would.” He roughly snapped his hips to yours again before putting on a mock sympathetic look. “You want them to look at you as you’re getting pleasure you’ve never before received.” Another harsh thrust and you moaned loudly which he silenced by sticking two fingers in your mouth and pressing down on your tongue. Your lips immediately wrapped around his and you grazed your teeth along the sensitive skin. He tasted like salt and your cum along with a hint of blood. “You want that skin to skin contact as they bring you within an inch of your life and back.” Another thrust. “You want someone to make love to you, no fucking around.”

You moaned especially loud at that. You didn’t want to lose your virginity for something that wasn’t going to mean anything. You’ve known Void for less than two days and yet you feel more connected with him than all the McCall pack combined. It seems he feels the same way from how he’s talking.

“I'm the one who took your first time, and I will be the one to look into your eyes as you receive the pleasure I am giving you; I will be the skin you feel against your own as I move inside you;” He paused for a second as he leaned down and took one of your nipples into his mouth, biting softly on the nub, and smiling as you whimpered in return. “I will be the one to make love to you.”

You grabbed the hand thats fingers were in your mouth and pulled them out before grabbing his cheeks between and pulling him into an aggressive kiss. You whimpered and moaned as he sped up, reaching deeper and deeper with every thrust. The hand that was once in your mouth traveled down your body slowly, smearing your saliva across your nipples as he played with them before settling against your clit. Just the slightest graze from his fingers made your spine arch up into his chest in anticipation and pleasure. He started rubbing figure eights into the pleasure bud, matching them with the pace of his thrusts.

Your lips opened in a moan and Void took the opportunity to shove his tongue against yours. He took control of the kiss instantly and rubbed his tongue along every inch of the inside of your mouth, exploring it like looking for treasure marked on a treasure map.

You tried to speak and warn him about your upcoming orgasm but you couldn’t drive his mouth away from yours, needing to breathe in through your nose every minute or so so you didn’t pass out. He pressed the fingers against your clit down harder as if to encourage you to cum and and you came beautifully. It was the most intense orgasm you’ve experienced tonight if not ever. Your body was shaking in exhaustion after the multiple orgasm you’d received within the last 30 minutes, or was it closer to 2 hours? You weren’t sure but honestly didn’t care. You could feel by the way Void broke the kiss and pushed his head into the crook of your neck along with the tensing of his back muscles that he was nearing his orgasm as well.

Then it occured to you, this whole time he was using no protection.

And you weren’t on birth control.

“N-no-agh-you gotta pull o-out. ‘Might get pre-ngh-pregnant. I’m not on birth c-control.” You focused all your energy on speaking despite the overwhelming overstimulating feeling of him driving his dick into your cervix and his thumb making you lose every thought that came to your head with his torturous but amazing touches.

He suddenly came to a complete stop inside of you. His dick twitched as the only sounds heard were your heavy breath and whines of complaint despite your better judgment.

“You’re not on birth control?” He asked into your neck, skimming his lips along your carotid artery.

“No.” You whispered.

You felt him grin that same evil grin you’ve seen before against your neck before biting down hard on your neck and withdrawing his hips from yours. You cried out at the feelings of pain and emptiness overflowing your senses.

“You don’t wanna have my babies, is that it?” He whispered into your neck with a tone that sounded almost heartbroken. You knew it was fake yet something in you just wanted to comfort him.

“N-no that’s not-”

He sat up abruptly, his cock now only half an inch in your entrance. The leg that rested on his shoulder fell to surround his waist with the other one and he sat back on his heels while grabbing your hips. His face looked so sad as he gazed down at you and yet his eyes seemed to hold a completely different emotion.

“Why not, dove? I’d give you everything.” His grip on your hips tightened and he slowly pulled your hips into his using only the strength of his arms. He slid back into you easily and his tip settled against a spot that had your eyes rolling into the back of your head and mouth opening in a low moan. Void grinned as he saw your reaction before returning to the pitiful look as he drew his hips back out again. His lips quirked up the slightest bit as you whined out. Pulling your hips into his roughly, he kept you there as you moaned louder. “I mean, if you really want me to stop…” He slowly started retreating out of your warmth as he trailed off before your arms wrapped around his neck.

“No!” You yelled before whispering almost like an echo, “No.” You breathed heavily in his ear, sputtering as you tried to get the next sentence out with his tip prodding against your cervix ever so delightfully. “Please don’t stop, y-you just can’t c-cum inside.”

He thrusted roughly into you again and your arms lost all strength as the mind blowing pleasure took over your mind. He repeated that cycle. Slowly pull out, roughly snap back in. Over and over and over. It made you whimper and cry out every time, wishing he would just bring you to the ecstacy you’ve been nearing instead of leaving you teetering on the edge of relief.

“Oh you feel so good baby, gonna cum, gonna cum, gonna cum.” He repeated like a mantra as his hips fastened and he pushed into you even harder.

Your mind was fogging over as you finally got the pleasure you needed to reach your orgasm. You barely had the strength to move your tongue and speak out your protests that were weakening by the second, you actually wanted his cum. You want it to be spilling out as you stand up, soaking your underwear as you walk around. You just were so scared of being pregnant. Your sister got pregnant when she was around your age. Your mother completely freaked when she found out and banished - yes, banished - her from the house forever.

Would Void stay? You still weren’t exactly sure what his intentions with you were. Was he going to kill you after this? Was he going to make you pregnant and leave you alone to raise the child on your own?

Apparently, Void could sense the onslaught of fear and panic creeping into your mind because he shoved his face into your neck and dug the pads of his fingers into your hips even harder. There was surely going to be a bruise the next coming day.

“Oh you’re going to look so good pregnant with my kids. God it just makes me so hard thinking about it. I wonder what they’ll look like, will they have your eyes or mine? God I hope they have yours so I can stare into them all day no matter where I am. This is the one thing I need to do to make you mine. You gonna let me make you mine, Dove? You gonna let me cum inside?” His pace slowed to a comforting, intimate pace. It brought you even closer to the edge just thinking he liked you enough to stay, maybe even loved you from how he was thrusting into you now.

You took a few moments to think about it before your mouth outran your thoughts. “Yes! Yes, Void, please. Please fill me up.”

He kissed your neck softly as his pace fastened again but still kept the intimacy from before. He pushed back the hood of your clit and started rubbing harshly on the overstimulated puffy bud of pleasure, making you lose all coherent thoughts and abilities to do anything but moan out his name. With a stuttered thrust, he pushed in all the way and came inside you. The feeling was enough to make you fall over the edge right with him. You both laid there in each-others arms while you tried to catch your breathing.

Void caught his a lot faster.

With a chuckle, and his dick as hard as when you started, he grabbed both of your legs, raising them so they were resting on his shoulders and he had you in the mating press and pressed your thighs against your breasts as he thrust into you with no reprieve. He pulled out of you before pushing back in, a torturously slow pace that made your body writhing and squirming. You gasped at the feeling and squirmed in his hold from the overstimulation. This new position made it so he hit your g-spot on every thrust in with no effort. As he brought one hand down to your clit again and rubbed so deliciously hard and slow, just like the pace he had set for his thrusts into you, you couldn’t take it anymore and came yet again. He had brought you to another orgasm in less than 2 minutes.

“Oh, you didn’t think we were done yet, did you, Dove? We have to make sure it sticks, don’t we baby? Gotta get you nice and knocked up with my kids. We can’t just stop now.”

With each slow thrust and the overstimulation, it didn’t take long before you came again and Void had the biggest smirk on his face as he watched you.

“V-void! P-ple-I can-can’t take anymore. I can't, I can't, I can't!”

He just laughed at you and your protesting words, capturing your hands that were weakly trying to push him away and forcing them to stay above your head where they were restricted of all movement. He pressed down even harder on your clit and you let out a yelp of a moan as you could feel another knot forming. “Darling, you don’t get to decide what’s too much. I'm in charge here, Dove, and you’re done when I say you’re done. You’ll take as much as I give you.”

His words turned you on so much more which surprised you as you didn’t think you could be any more turned on. You came once more and could tell by how Void’s face scrunched up in pleasure that he was reaching his limit as well. His dick pulsed inside of you, each vein had a throbbing heartbeat that struck so painfully good against your walls.

“One more, just one more, Dove. Give me one more.” He groaned out as he held his own orgasm back and rubbed rigorously at your clit while his pace increased to an unfathomable level. Finally, as you came yet again, Void released inside of you again.

He collapsed on top of you, his head landing on your chest, pillowed by your breasts. He sucked one of your nipples into his mouth as his slick fingers resumed their torture of your extremely overstimmulated clit. They rubbed slowly but it felt so much more intense than all the previous times that he had brought you pleasure. It burned in the best way possible.

“One more, come on, I know you have one more in you.” He encouraged, again. It seemed like he would just never stop.

He was utterly insatiable.

You came once more for the final time of the night and Void rewarded you with kisses scattered all across your chest for all of your efforts.

With your eyes barely able to remain open. and your limbs drained of any energy, Void looked at you with a soft look and gathered you in his arms. He grabbed the blanket that had been kicked off during the time of your… activities, and covered the both of you with it.

With his cock still deep inside of you, keeping everything he spent trapped within you, he whispered, “Good night, Dove,” and pressed a kiss to your temple. That night, you fell asleep wrapped in his arms, feeling more safe and at home than you have ever been before.

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Lover - Stiles Stilinski (Smut)

Author: @harringtonstilinski Characters: Stiles Stilinski x Reader Word Count: 5,141 Warnings: tiniest bit of angst, fluff, Smut: no | yes; protected piv (i'll always do this), praise, oral (f receiving), slight overstimulation, slight dirty talk, slight moment of doggy style, squirting, Requested: Yes. I hope this meets your expectations, and I'm so sorry it took me forever to get this out!! A/N: Hi, friends! We got another Stiles fic, and we're getting nasty!! I hope you like this! If you do, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox. As always, read at your own risk and enjoy 😊

Stiles Stilinski. Your twin brother’s best friend. The guy you’ve had a crush on for forever. He’s had feelings for you, as well, but chose not to act on it. He masked it with a crush on Lydia and then dated Malia. It made you sad seeing him and Malia kissing and all that, and in turn… it hurt him.

It hurt him because his best friend’s feelings got hurt on his account. So, he decided then that he didn’t want to be with Malia anymore if it was making his best friend hurt. Of course, Malia wasn’t too thrilled that he was putting his best friend over his girlfriend, but in time, she came to understand… plus, she had mad feelings for someone else.

Stiles had stood on your doorstep, waiting for you to come down after your mom had answered the door. With tear stricken cheeks, you had stood in front of your best friend, listening to him explain everything before giving him the biggest hug.

“You didn’t have to break up with her, though,” you had said.

“Eh, she had feelings for someone else, anyway,” he replied.

Looking at each other, you both smiled and said Theo’s name at the same, laughing at the fact that you both were completely in sync.

That was three months ago.

Today, you, Scott and Stiles were standing in the living room of your first ever college apartment, looking around at the furniture that your mom and Stiles’ dad brought up. They stayed until the bedrooms were a little bit put together, the living room furniture was up, and most of the pizza was eaten.

With a big smile on your face, you stretched your arms out, saying, “Can you freaking believe it?! Our own apartment!”

The boys chuckled, adjusting their ballcaps.

Slapping your hands on the other part of your thighs, your smile fell. “You aren’t excited? We’re gonna be living without our parents for the first time in our lives!” At seeing their eyebrows meeting their hairlines, you sighed loudly. “Okay, fine. Don’t be excited. I am gonna get a slice of pizza and head to my new bedroom to be excited… alone!”

You heard chuckles behind you as you closed your new bedroom door. Leaning against it, you sighed to yourself. Sure, you saw yourself living with Stiles and Scott, but… more so Stiles… alone… as a couple.

Scott and Stiles had sat down on the couch, TV turned on to the latest Mets game for Stiles. He looked towards the hallway where the bedrooms were, quietly releasing the deep breath he had taken.

“Don’t worry,” Scott said. “She’ll come around.” Looking back at his best friend, Stiles replied, “What are you talking about?”

Chuckling, Scott threw his head back before looking at Stiles to say, “I can smell the chemosignals all over the both of you. I don’t see why you never asked her out.”

“Uhm, because she’s your sister and I didn’t want you to kick my ass,” Stiles spoke. “Plus, I know for a fact she doesn’t like me like that.”

“How do you know?”

“Because all she does is talk about some guy in our class and how happy he makes her.” Stiles looked down at his lap, messing with his fingers. “She’ll never see me as anything but her twin’s best friend.”

Without missing a beat, Scott replied, “You underestimate her too much.”

“What do you mean?” Stiles asked, looking at this best friend, eyebrows drawn together.

“I can literally smell the chemosignals on the two of you. It’s quite annoying, actually.”

Sighing, Stiles tilted his back on the couch. “What should I do then?”

“I don’t know,” Scott said. “Maybe talk to her? You never know what she’s thinking unless you actually have a fucking conversation with her.” He looked over at his best friend before sighing. “Look, I know she’s my sister, and I’m okay with the two of you pursuing… whatever. Just make sure that I’m your best man at the wedding. And… take it slow.”

All Stiles could do was nod his head and look back towards the hallway, not knowing that you were sitting at your door, listening to every word that was said between your brother… and your crush.

~~~

“Stiles, quit.” Silence for a moment. “Stiles. Quit.” Another moment of silence. “Stiles!”

“What’s going on?” Scott asked.

“Stiles won’t quit messing with me,” you said, typing on your laptop. “I’m trying to focus on my work and he won’t quit doing one of two things; poking me or throwing popcorn.”

“What are you? Five?” Scott asked.

You looked at your twin, softly smirking at the death stare he was giving his best friend. “Would you quit fucking messing with her? She’s got a paper due tomorrow.”

Stiles looked at you, eyes narrowed as you stuck your tongue out at him. “You’re such a child.”

“You’re the one who won’t leave me alone!” you exclaimed. “Don’t you have your own work to do for your classes?”

Leaning back, he tossed a piece of popcorn into his mouth. “Finished it all.”

“Uh-huh. And what about your criminal justice class?” you asked, an eyebrow cocked.

All movement from Stiles stopped as he quickly thought about it, jumping up from his seat, spilling all the popcorn from the bowl he had in his lap onto the floor in his haste to get into his room to finish his homework.

You looked at Scott, as he slowly looked over his shoulder at you before the two of you couldn’t control your laughter. At the sound of Stiles’ voice yelling at the two of you to shut up caused your laughter to come out even harder, the spazz smiling to himself at hearing the one sound he loved more than anything; your laugh.

~~~

Papers were all over the table, your third cup of coffee almost empty, empty take out containers where papers weren’t, a loud sigh coming from one of you every few minutes. Finals were in a few days, so the three of you were studying your asses off, needing to pass these finals before the Spring semester.

You went to take another sip of your coffee before you realized the cup was empty. Groaning, you got up from the table, looking at your brother and best friend. “You guys good on coffee or do you need more?”

At the same time, Scott and Stiles looked into their cups, Scott holding his up. “I’ll take another cup.”

Reaching for his cup, you took it from his hand, looking over at Stiles, who was already making to stand. He looked at you and nodded with his head in the direction of the kitchen. “Your hands would be full. Come on.”

You watched his back as he retreated the few feet to the kitchen, your feet moving when he looked back at you, the coffee pot in hand. Once you were by his side, you looked at the pot, grimacing, “I need to make more.”

“I got it,” he said, already moving to pour the rest of the coffee into your cup.

You couldn’t help but look at his profile as he moved, the tension in your body almost becoming apparent. A throat clearing had you looking at Scott, his lip up in disgust the smallest bit. What you didn’t notice was Stiles turning his head over his shoulder to look at his best friend before putting his eyes back down on you, letting the moment take over as he leaned in a little closer.

Your mouth dropped open, forgetting for a moment Scott was sitting in the next room. He shook his head, looking back down at his papers, going back to studying. Sighing to yourself, you looked back at Stiles, seeing his eyes already on you. But what shocked you about looking back at him was the fact that he was so close to you, your lips almost brushed together.

Taking a shaky breath, you closed your eyes, not wanting this to be the moment you finally kissed Stiles. You watched each other for a moment, eyes dancing between the others eyes and lips before you closed your eyes, readying yourself.

Stiles was more than ready to be with you, but because of Scott, he didn’t want to do that to his best friend by dating his sister. It didn’t matter that Scott basically gave him the okay to date you. Stiles felt that he would be, almost betraying Scott by being with you.

The moment you were waiting for never came, however, as Stiles had moved back to his seat, going back to studying. As he sat down, he mentally beat himself up about not kissing you. You cleared your throat, turning to walk to your room, where you pressed your back to your door and slid to the floor, trying to control your breathing.

~~~

“This is the stupidest movie I’ve ever seen.” “It’s not stupid.”

“Yes, it is.”

“How?”

Stiles looked at you as you challenged him, your brows raised. He sighed and said, “It’s about a ship sinking!”

“It’s more than just about the ship,” you said. “Titanic is a classic! It’s a love story while also being about the sinking of the ship.”

“I know what it’s about,” Stiles deadpanned. “You’ve made me watch it a million times. I don’t want to watch a movie about a sinking ship. I’d rather watch–”

“I’m not watching Star Wars,” you interrupted.

“Star Wars is a classic!” he exclaimed. “More of a classic than Titanic.”

Looking from him back to the television, you raised a brow and said defiantly, “We’re finishing this movie.”

“No.”

“Then go in your room and watch your stupid movie while I watch mine.”

“So, you admit that this movie is stupid.”

“No! I’m admitting anything because it’s not.”

“But you just said–”

“I was talking about Star Wars.”

Smirking, Stiles said, “Yeah, sure,” before lightly shoving you. “I’m just messing with you.”

Shoving his hand from your shoulder, you mumbled to yourself, eyes back on the television in front of you. A few moments later, you jumped a little to your left, swatting Stiles’ hand away. “Stiles, quit.” Another light poke to your side as you tried not to smile. “Stiles, please.”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re worse than Scott,” you said, screaming at the end when Stiles full on started a tickle attack on your sides. “Please!! Stop!! Stiles!!”

The smile on his face grew from ear to ear, Stiles loving the way you laughed when you were amused, especially in this moment. Since the two of you were sitting up against the back of the couch, he had pulled you into him, his fingers never stopping their attack.

“Stiles, please stop, it hurts!!” you said, your laughter dying out.

He made quick to stop his attack on your sides, your head laying on his shoulder. You closed your eyes, sighing before you opened your eyes again, tilting your head back to look at him, the angle giving you sight of his chin.

Stiles tilted his head down, causing you to laugh a little. “What?” he asked.

Reaching up, you poked under his chin. “That gave you a double chin.”

He gently grabbed your hand, bringing the palm of your hand to his lips, the movement causing your breath to hitch. Locking eyes with you again, Stiles knew that he wanted this moment to be the one he kissed you.

The moment, however, was interrupted by the deadbolt on the door unlocking, Scott walking through not a moment later.

You glared at your brother, sending a death stare as you stood up. “You’re a fucking moment ruiner, you know that!” You walked to your room, slamming your door shut, falling face first onto your mattress, your muffled groans reaching Scott’s ears as he stood in the living room with Stiles still sitting on the couch, hands on his face.

“What happened?” Scott asked, confused.

Sighing loudly, Stiles wiped his hands down his face, resting his hands on his thighs. “I think we were about to kiss and then you walked in.”

“Really?” Scott’s tone was almost one of… incredulity. “You were really about to kiss her?”

With an exasperated sigh, Stiles stood to look at his best friend. “Yes, Scott. I was. A perfect moment ruined.”

“Don’t let me ruin it,” Scott said, calmly. He knew exactly what was going on with the two of you. “Just snatch her up before someone else does.”

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Finals were finally done, and you couldn’t be more than happy at that fact. You were laying on your couch, almost asleep when a knock was heard on the apartment door. Groaning, you got up to answer it, opening the door to see none-other than Malia standing on the other side, a smile on her face.

“Hey,” she said, trying to look in your apartment. “Is Stiles here?”

“No, he’s out celebrating with Scott,” you replied. “Why?”

The look she gave you almost stunned you. She was looking at you like you should’ve known why she was there. “Because we have a date? He was supposed to come pick me up, but called me and said to wait here for him.”

“Yeah, he’s not here, sorry. Plus you guys broke up, sorry, bye!” you rushed out, closing the door in her face. Leaning against the door, you heard her sigh and walk away, muttering something about you being a bitch or something.

You didn’t care as you laid back down on the couch, the door opening about an hour later, waking you from your sleep, not realizing you actually fell asleep.

The sound of Stiles’ laugh had you tilting your head to the side, trying to see who or what he was laughing at. Scott followed in behind him, saying something completely stupid that Stiles laughed even harder at.

“What are you two girls laughing about?” you asked, moving your arms behind you to rest on your elbows. You looked right at Stiles, lifting your eyebrow in what you hoped was a seductive way.

Watching as he visibly gulped, you smiled to yourself, bringing a leg up to bend at your knee, moving it side to side. “What’s wrong, Stiles? Cat got your tongue?”

“You’re gonna wish my tongue catches something,” he retorted.

That stopped all movement coming from you, a shocked expression on your face as you sat up to cross your legs. Deciding to play his little game, you rested your elbows on your knees, resting your chin on your laced fingers. “And what would your tongue catch?” “Your c–”

“Let’s end that conversation!” Scott exclaimed. “I need to hear that information.”

Snickering, you looked at your twin, asking, “What’s wrong, Scott? Don’t wanna hear about your best friend thinking sexually about your sister?”

Scott put a hand to his forehead, not believing this line of questioning was happening as he groaned.

“Because Stiles, here, has mas-”

“Let’s not,” Stiles rushed, a little louder than normal. “I agree with Scott. Let’s not talk about this.” He quickly walked past the couch you were occupying, a chuckle from you as he did. Stiles closed his bedroom door, pressing his back to it, his head thudding on the wood behind him. He didn’t want that secret about him getting off to the thought of you getting out there for Scott to know.

What Stiles didn’t know was that you got off to the thought of him. You didn’t know him nor Scott to know it was an almost every night thing. The same being the case for Stiles. You decided to form a plan, a devilish smile crossing your face as you stood up on the couch to climb over it.

Scott noticed the look on your face, following behind you as you made your way to your room. “Sis, what are you doing? I know that look.”

“Forming a plan,” you stated simply. Going to your dresser, you pulled the drawers out, looking for an outfit with a seductive vibe to it. Once you found it, you turned your back to Scott, smiling to yourself before moving into your closet to retrieve your silk robe.

“What kind of a plan?” Scott raised an eyebrow, curious as to what you were up to. As he silently took a deep breath, he got his answer in the form of your chemosignals. “Gross.”

Poking your head out of your closet, your hair fell over your shoulder. “What gross?”

Scott turned around, hands up in surrender by his head as he walked towards your bedroom door. “I’m going to Allison’s. I don’t want to be here when you’re screaming Stiles’ name.”

You gawked at him, not sure what to do with that information. After a moment of standing there with your mouth open, you looked back into your closet, shrugging your shoulders. Putting on the lingerie, you weren’t sure if you felt comfortable in it, but you shrugged, putting the robe on before walking out of your room.

Walking to Stiles’ room, you knocked on the door, the spazz stopping all movement from the other side of the door before he answered, “Yeah?”

“Hey, Stiles, I was thinking of watching a movie,” you said. “Wanna watch with me?”

He got up from his bed, almost tripping on his shoes as he replied, “Yeah, sure. What movie?”

“42. That movie about Jackie Robinson?”

“Y-yeah, I’ll watch it. Get everything ready? I’ll be out in about five minutes.”

“Perfect.” You smiled to yourself, walking into the living room to look for the DVD, knowing damn well Stiles purchased it the moment it was released on disc. Once you found it, you turned on the TV and the DVD player, putting the disc in the player.

After the DVD’s menu came up, you turned on your heel and walked to the kitchen, getting all of yours and Stiles’ favorite snacks and drinks. Bringing them back to the living room to set them on the table, you had a smile on your face, hopeful that this plan of yours would work. You sat on the couch, bringing a blanket to your lap, careful to cover your legs and bringing it up to your chest, getting all warm and cozy.

The menu played for about four or five rounds before you started to get a little tired. Sighing, you laid your head back on the couch, your eyes closing of their own accord. Tapping on your forehead had you slowly opening your eyes, seeing Stiles above you.

“Hey, sorry,” he whispered. “It took longer than I thought.”

You sighed angrily, removing the blanket from your body before you got up from the couch, revealing your robe to Stiles.

He took a sharp intake of breath at the lingerie that had poked through a little when you started to walk back to your room. With a confused look on his face, Stiles watched you walk, asking, “Hey, wait. Aren’t we gonna watch the movie?”

“Watch it by yourself,” you answered, a tad aggressively. You went to slam your bedroom door shut, but Stiles stopped it.

“What the hell is the matter? Why are you angry?”

You huffed a laugh, resting your hands on the footboard of your bed. “This was such a fucking dumb idea.” Looking at him, your eyes burned with disappointment and anger. “I dress up in this stupid ass lingerie to try and make you all - I don’t know - hot and bothered, but instead I kind of get stood up by my best friend. The very best friend standing here, gawking at me. The very best friend I have the stupidest crush on.”

Stiles smirked a little, walking into your room and shutting the door. “You have a crush on me?”

Scoffing, you stood up straighter, turning your body to face him as you said, “You’re fucking dumb. I’m in love with you, but you’re too fucking blind to see it. I mean, going to Lydia’s three times a week when I’m dressed in sweats and a sweatshirt? The fuck is that about?”

Hanging his head, Stiles sighed a deep sigh before looking at you, a flash of anger in his own eyes. “You think I go to Lydia’s? I don’t. I sit outside the apartment door or in the quad to think… and to also calm my fucking dick down.”

“So you admit it?”

“Admit what?”

“You’re in love with me.”

“I have been for years. You’re just too blind to see it.”

“So now you’re calling me blind?”

“That’s–” Stiles took a deep breath, releasing it. “That’s not what I’m saying.”

“Then what are you saying, Stiles?”

He didn’t say anything; he just looked at you and acted on instinct. Reaching for your cheeks, he cupped them and brought your lips to his.

You knew exactly what he was doing before he knew. When you felt his lips on yours, you reacted quickly, kissing him back with just as much fervor. Teeth and tongues clashing and fighting for dominance before you felt yourself being lifted off the floor, your back meeting the mattress.

“Since you’re half naked anyway, I won’t have much to take off,” Stiles said, removing his own flannel and tshirt. “Take the robe off.”

You sat up, doing as you were told, taking the robe off. Staring at Stiles, you couldn’t help but feel just the slightest bit insecure until he walked closer to you, gently cupping your cheek with a small family on his face. “What are you smiling at, Stiles?” you whispered.

“You,” he simply stated. He crawled on the bed, hovering over you as you gently laid back on the mattress. With a soft whisper only you could hear, he said, “You don’t know how long I’ve waited for this moment.”

Smiling, you rested your hands gently on the sides of his head, basically cupping by his ears. “Same here. Now, are you gonna fuck me or just hover over me?”

Stiles wasted no second or minute as he placed his lips on yours. Both of you moaned as your tongues touched, the teenage boy above you fighting for dominance. As the two of you made out like horny high schoolers, you undressed each other, your hands running down Stiles’ lean abs.

“Damn,” you breathed. “I knew you played lacrosse, but I didn’t think you’d get abs from it.”

“Blame it on Finstock,” Stiles chuckled.

“Oh, I won’t blame him. I’ll go back to Beacon Hills and thank him.”

Stiles laughed harder at that, pressing his lips back on yours. Once he got a look at your naked form, the fire in his eyes was evident; he wanted this, he wanted you. “God, you’re stunning.”

You smiled a little at his praise of you, keeping that same smile on your face as you watched him kiss his way down your stomach, getting onto his knees at the edge of the bed and pulling you closer. “Stiles,” you whispered. “Do something.”

It didn’t take the spazz not a moment later to put his mouth on your hot and wet core, your head pressing into the mattress more as he lapped, licked and kissed at your cunt. Moans of his name were spilling out of your mouth like a prayer, one of your hands cupping one of your breasts while the other went to Stiles’ hair, keeping him in place.

Stiles loved the reaction he was getting from you, a smile on his face as he felt your hips bucking, your pussy gliding along his tongue as you started to chase your high. When he inserted two fingers into your core, he moaned at the warmth he felt, wanting to feel it with his cock instead.

“Mmmm,” you moaned, eyes closed. “M’so close.”

Taking his mouth off your pussy, Stiles’ eyes stayed locked on his fingers pumping in and out of you. “Come on, baby. Cum for me. Let go.” Once he heard your loud moan, he put his mouth back on you as you came, feeling your cunt squeeze his fingers. He replaced his fingers with tongue, lapping all that you were giving him.

When your high came down, you had to almost push Stiles off of your core as it was becoming a little oversensitive. “Okayokayokay.” You breathed, bringing your hands to your hair as Stiles kissed his way back up your stomach and the valley of your breasts.

“You did so good,” Stiles whispered, kissing your cheek. “I’m also very hard for you right now.”

You chuckled, pressing your lips on his, feeling his hardened erection on your sensitive core. Gasping, you screwed your eyes shut, a small and quiet whimper coming from your throat.

“What’s wrong?” Stiles asked, quietly.

“Hm,” you hummed. “A little sensitive. Your tip is pressing at my entrance.”

Stiles looked down, seeing that his tip was, indeed, pressing at your entrance. He looked back up at you, smoothing your hair down next to your temple. “Can you give me one more?”

Nodding, you sighed. “I could give you a hundred more if you asked.”

“Shshshshit,” he muttered, sitting back on his knees. “W-were are your condoms?”

“Scott has some in the bathroom, top right drawer,” you answered, confused. You brought yourself up on your elbows, looking at him with furrowed brows. “You don’t have any?”

He thought about it for a moment, giving off that I have an idea look he sported a lot in high school before closed his eyes and sighed, getting off the bed and going to your door. Poking his head out after he opened the door, he checked to make sure the coast was clear before booking it to his room, a laugh sounding from your throat as you laid back on the bed.

When he returned, you lifted your head to look at him, a smile on your face as he had walked back in mid-laugh. “What’s so funny?” You shoot your head, saying, “Nothing,” with a smile on your face, watching as he rolled the rubbed onto his cock.

“Ready?” he asked, gently guiding the head of his cock through your still wet folds to gather your arousal on him. When he looked back at you while you were nodding, he gently pushed himself in, a groan coming from the both of you. “Fuck, you feel amazing.”

“Stilessssssss,” you moaned.

As he pulled back a little, you shivered, your slightly sensitive core still recovering. The shiver was also from pleasure, loving the way he was stretching you out.

“You’re so fucking big,” you groaned, looking into his eyes. “I love the way you feel inside me. I never want you to leave.”

“I don’t want to leave your pussy, either,” he whispered, pushing back at a slow pace. He kept this pace up, not wanting to really overstimulate you, but your hands roaming down his back told him otherwise.

“Faster,” you whispered.

“But you’re–”

“I don’t care. I need to feel you. All of you. Gimme everything you’ve got.”

The two of you stared into each other's eyes, looking for any signs of hesitation. When Stiles didn’t see any in your eyes, he nodded his head and quickened his pace, moans spilling out of you as he fucked you into almost oblivion.

He pulled out of you and flipped you onto your stomach, whispering for you to get onto your hands and knees. Once you were in position, he pushed his cock back inside of you, a happy sigh from you as your head dipped down.

More and more moans were spilling from the two of you; you being the loudest. Once Stiles felt his orgasm coming on, he stopped his thrusts, putting his hands on your stomach to pull your back to his chest.

You rested your head on his shoulder, turning your head so that your nose could touch his neck as his thrusts started again, one of his hands gliding down your stomach to your clit, where he started to draw circles.

“F-f-f-f-f-f-fuck!” you all but screamed. “Don’t stop. I’m gonna cum.”

“Cum for me, baby,” he whispered, his lips meeting your forehead. “Cum again for me.”

Just as both of your orgasms hit at the same time, Stiles held onto you so you wouldn’t collapse onto the bed. He was still thrusting into you, your hand going over his, a sign he’d learned for him to not stop what he was doing.

You felt as if you were going to cum again, and you voiced as such. Just as Stiles pulled out from you, clear liquid spilled from your core, a scream coming from your throat that had Stiles spilling another load into his condom.

He helped you lay down on the bed as your body shivered. “Holy shit. You squirted.”

“I didn’t know I could do that,” you chuckled.

Stiles returned the laugh, bending to press his lips against yours. “I’m gonna go get cleaned up and then I’ll come back and help you, okay?”

You felt like you couldn’t say a word, so you nodded, sighing when his lips quickly pressed to yours.

Stiles walked out of the room and into the bathroom across the hall. He grabbed a baby wipe you had for your monthly’s, wiping himself off after he removed the condom. After he wrapped the baby wipe around the condom, he threw it into the trash, grabbing a washcloth from the drawer to wet with some warm water.

He left the cloth on the bathroom counter while we went to get a shirt, some boxers and pajama pants on. Once he was dressed, he grabbed the washcloth from the bathroom and went back into your room, where he noticed your sleeping form.

Gently cleaning your core, he didn’t want to wake you, although you stirred at the feeling of something rubbing against you again.

“No more orgasms,” you whined. “I can’t take any more.”

Stiles chuckled, setting the folded washcloth on your dresser as he went into your underwear drawer to retrieve a pair. “Don’t worry. You’re gonna have another one tonight.” Next, he went into your pajama drawer, grabbing out a pair of shorts before walking back to you.

He helped get you dressed, giving you the shirt he was wearing before your sexcapades. The two of you laid in your bed under the covers, Stiles on his back with you cuddled into his side.

“That was amazing,” you whispered. “I’ve never had sex that great before.”

Stiles lightly chuckled, kissing your hairline. “There’s more where that came from, lover.”

It was your turn to chuckle, resting your hand on his chest. “I like it when you call me that.”

“Call you what?”

You tilted your head back to look at him, smiling as you said, “Lover.”

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A/N 2: hi, friends! this one was my first time adding praise & squirting into a smut piece! should i do it more? let me know what you thought about! again, please do not hesitate to reblog and give some feedback, whether it be in the reblogs, comments, or my inbox.

Additional Notes: yes, a dvd player is mentioned because i'm a thirty year old millennial who's fucking nostalgic. okay? lol

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girlhooddiaries · 28 days

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stiles and aftercare?

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Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

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

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

"I love you,"

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Ain’t No Sunshine When She’s Gone-Chapter IX

We Robert ‘Bob’ Floyd x Female Reader (no use of y/n)

Reunited and it feels so good

(previous chapter here, next chapter here)

Warnings: smut, oral (m and f receiving), unsafe driving practices, p in v, fluff

Unfortunately, you can’t leave work early, so you’re pulling in the parking lot right as he’s walking out.

You barely get your car parked before you’re jumping out and Bob’s pulling you in his arms.

A choked sob escapes as he squeezes you against his chest. “God I missed you.” He says into your hair.

You pull back, rubbing your thumb under the cut on his cheek. “I missed you too”.

You hear familiar footsteps behind you and Bob releases you for Bradley to hug you next. You gush over Nat’s ring and pat Jake on the back. Penny calls out that anyone is welcome at their house for a few drinks. You’re desperate to get Bob alone, but you can wait until after.

Everyone starts to file out of the lot as you pick up Bob's duffle to put in your trunk. “Hey, hey, hey. I’ve got that.” He tsks, taking it from you. “Will you open the trunk?”

You nod and hit the button on your key fob. You fail to stile a yawn as he walks back around. “Want me to drive? You worked all day and I got a nap earlier.” He asks, holding his hand out for your keys.

“Yeah, that’d be great. I hate driving” you reply, placing them in his palm, and pull him in for a kiss. You deepen it, licking into his mouth as he groans. His hands cup your ass and pull you into him, rubbing his erection on your stomach. “I didn’t think you could get hotter, then I saw you in scrubs” he mumbles against your lips.

You pull back laughing. “Is that so? Got a little bit of a nurse kink? Do you need me to check your temperature? I take it the old-fashioned way…” you wink, pinching his butt before walking around to the passenger side.

You rest your hand on his inner thigh as shifts into drive. As soon as he’s out of the parking lot, your hand moves up to palm him. You lean over the console to kiss his jaw to his ear.

You unbutton his pants and pull him out. “I thought…aren’t you tired?” He stutters out, sighing as you stroke him.

“I just wanted you to drive,” you whisper against his ear, “so I could do this…” You duck your head and swallow him down.

“Ohhh. Sunny, fuck.” he groans lowly, steering with his left hand while his right grips your ponytail, pushing you a little farther down before pulling you up to repeat the motion.

“God, your mouth. Those pretty pouty lips you love to bite, that wicked tongue,” you flick your tongue against his frenulum causing him to inhale sharply. “That tongue is gonna get you in trouble someday”. You moan around him.

“I’m getting close” he pants out as you feel the car slow down for a yellow light. His body tenses suddenly and releases his tight grip on your ponytail. “Shit. Sunny, wait. There’s a cop behind us. Don’t move.”

Knowing they can’t see anything, you take him deeper into your mouth and he curses, but doesn’t stop you.

Your hand reaches to play with his balls as you bob up and then down again, a little deeper each time. You swallow around him while gently tugging on his sack and he cums with a drawn out groan.

You swallow it with a moan and he shivers, on the brink of overstimulation. His foot lets off the brake and you keep your head down, tucking him into his pants.

“Okay, you’re good,” he tells you as he turns right and the cop car continues straight.

“Holy shit…that was insane” he laughs after a beat. You release the breath you didn’t realize you were holding and laugh too.

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Bob calls Annie from the driveway while you run up to your apartment to grab Steve and change out of your scrubs.

He’s hangs up as you let Steve go at the bottom of the steps. Bob crouches down to greet him. “Steven! Hey buddy, I missed you. Were you good for mama—Miss Sunny?” You act like you didn’t hear that Freudian slip.

“He was such a good boy. Watered all the plants by the garage, protected me from a squirrel, but hid behind me when we passed a sketchy-looking seashell on our walk yesterday”.

“That is a good boy,” he gives him a few pats as he rises, holding the door open for you.

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Your face hurts from laughing as you and Bob head up to your apartment a few hours later. Amelia had a friend over and begged to let Steve stay with them.

Jake and Nat were heading home too. You had asked Bradley if he wanted to come up but he declined as he, Javy and Mickey were gonna hit the town and then crash at his place after, which was a relief, you didn't want him to be alone tonight.

You locked the door and went up behind Bob, gently wrapping your arms around his torso. “I feel gross. I hate getting into bed after the ER without a shower first. Do you want to join me?”

“Yeah, a shower sounds good.”

You lead him to the bathroom and undress him slowly, pressing your lips to each bump and bruise you uncover. Thankfully it’s not as bad as you’d imagined. You turn the water on and undress yourself before getting in. You wash his hair and help him rinse it out to avoid soaking the sutures. He does yours next, and you melt as his fingers massage your scalp. You take turns washing each other too. It’s not sexual but is intimate.

“To bed?” You ask as you finish toweling off. He nods but you can tell he’s apprehensive.

“There’s no pressure. We don’t have to do anything, okay?” You tell him, ghosting your lips over his.

“I want to. So much.”

You smile and take him by the hand.

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You climb into bed and he crawls over you, leaning down for a kiss. You run your fingers gently over his chest, avoiding the bruises. You lightly pinch his nipples and are rewarded with a shudder and drips of precum on your stomach.

He trails down your neck with wet, open mouth kisses. He sucks a nipple into his mouth before softly biting, while his fingers pinch the other. You whimper and run your fingers into his hair. He teases you into a frenzy until you’re begging him for relief. “Just returning the favor, since you like teasing me so much” he murmurs against your tummy as he finally obliges and continues his journey south.

He licks a thick stripe from your entrance to your clit without warning, causing your back to arch and fingers to tighten in his hair. He eats you out like a man starved, using his chin, lips, tongue, and nose. You watch him devour you; eyes closed, ass clenching as he ruts into the mattress. “Sososoclose” you whimper.

He moans as he grabs your ass to pull your hips closer, the vibration enough to push you over the edge. You cry out, fingers tugging at his hair as the pleasure rolls over you. He laps at you gently as you come down. “I could stay here forever” he mumbles against your thigh, placing a final gentle kiss to your clit. He chuckles as you jolt and then kisses his earlier path up your body.

You pick your head up to meet him for a kiss as he settles his hips between your legs.

“Waitwaitwait, do you have any condoms? I’m sorry, I didn’t think to pack any.” He asks, voice strained.

“I think I do. But I’m on the pill, and I’m clean…I got tested after I found Derek cheating. I haven’t been with anyone since. So we don’t need one unless you want one, which is okay too.”

He shakes his head “No, it’s okay. I trust you.”

Your hand snakes between you two and he hisses when you grip his erection and drag his head through your arousal for lubrication, catching him on your entrance. “Ready?”

He nods. “I’m ready”.

He leans down to kiss you again, arms sliding under you. He flexes his hips and slowly begins to push into you.

You gasp against his lips. “Ohh God, you’re big”.

He shudders and tucks his head into your neck as he pulls out to push in again, deeper this time. “Christ Sunny, you feel amazing,” he pants, pulling back once more before burying himself fully.

He waits, trembling but giving you a second to his size before moving again. He groans out praises as he thrusts into you in a slow rhythm, his tip kissing your g-spot each time. “So tight and perfect. Fuckkkk you take it so well.”

You mewl, hands running down his back to grab his ass, pulling him against you so his pubic bone rubs your clit. “I can’t-I’m gonna…cum“ he grits out, trying to hold on, but you’re already there.

You cry out as your back arches. Your pussy tightens around him like a vice and he cums inside you with a low groan.

He rolls off you, pulling you with him to lay on his chest. His heart is racing under your ear. Yours is too.

“That was…” you trail off, unable to find the words.

“Yeah. That was.” he chuckles breathlessly.

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He holds you as you trace the ridges of his abs You break the comfortable silence after a few minutes. “Bob?”

“Yeah, Sun?”

“Do you remember what you said yesterday? Before you hung up? You ask.

“Yeah, I—“ he starts but you interrupt him.

“Because…I do too. I know you probably said it out of habit and I know it’s too soon, but I’ve never felt like this before,” you pick up your head to look at him, “You let me be myself, you encourage it actually. You’re so kind, loving, selfless, observant…I just—I don’t know. I can’t imagine my life without you. I love you.”

He stares at you with an unreadable expression. Oh fuck, said too much too soon.

“I’m sorry, that was…a lot. It’s okay if you don’t feel—“

He stops you with a kiss and pulls you on top of him. “No…I feel it too. I realized I was in love with you when I deployed. It felt like I left part of myself behind. I was planning on keeping it to myself for a while until I was sure you felt the same, but my subconscious had other ideas,” he chuckles.

“I love the way you brighten every room you enter, how you listen so intently when people talk to you—you make them feel like what they’re saying is important, which is really nice when someone is quiet or shy like me. I love that you’re there for Bradley, and Jake, and Natasha, and I just love you” he finishes, a blush staining his cheeks.

Tears (once again) are steaming from your eyes as you lean in to kiss him.

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Bob was insatiable.

You’d always thought that ‘making love’ was just another term for having sex.

The way he said so much without saying a word while he touched, teased, and fucked you showed you just how wrong you were.

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Alrightttttt. I’m wrapping this one up and will be starting Bradley’s story next. I will likely come back to write more smut for Sunny and Bob too.

Taglist:

@blindedbythelightt

@sweetwhispersofchaos

@getmyprettynameoutofyourmouth

@lexixstewart

@phoenix-rising-starbird-one

@mrsrobertfloyd

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𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐞. ophelia. early twenties. she/they. multi-fandom. horror enthusiast, cozy gamer, swiftie & daughter of cain. here to indulge in my slutty fictional fantasies.

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𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐨𝐬𝐭 | 𝐨𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐤𝐬 | 𝐫𝐞𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐬: 𝐨𝐩𝐞𝐧 (𝐠𝐮𝐢𝐝𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰)

𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐨𝐦𝐬. (𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐜𝐬 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐦𝐲 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐟𝐚𝐯𝐬)

baldur's gate 3. astarion; karlach; shadowheart

criminal minds. aaron hotchner; derek morgan; emily prentiss; jennifer jareau; penelope garcia; spencer reid

death note. l lawliet; light yagami; misa amane

fear street trilogy. cindy berman; deena johnson; kate schmidt; samantha fraser; simon kalivoda; ziggy berman.

five nights at freddy's. mike schmidt; steve raglan/william afton.

grey's anatomy. addison montgomery; cristina yang; george o'malley; meredith grey.

grishaverse. alina starkov. inej ghafa. jesper fahey. kaz brekker. nina zenik.

harry potter. blaise zabini; cedric diggory; draco malfoy; fred weasley; george weasley; harry potter; hermione granger; ginny weasley; luna lovegood; nymphadora tonks; theodore nott.

miscellaneous. dean winchester (supernatural); kurt kunkle (spree); luke castellan (percy jackson); riff (west side story). roman roy (succession). ryan (thanksgiving 2023). stiles stilinski (teen wolf). sweeney todd (sweeney todd).

saltburn. felix catton; oliver quick

scream. billy loomis; sidney prescott; stu macher

spider-verse. hobie brown; miguel o'hara; peter parker (tasm)

stardew valley. abigail; alex; haley; harvey; leah; maru; penny; sam; sebastian.

stranger things. chrissy cunningham; eddie munson; jim hopper; nancy wheeler; robin buckley; steve harrington.

the hunger games. coriolanus snow; finnick odair; gale hawthorne; haymitch abernathy; johanna mason; katniss everdeen; lucy gray baird; peeta mellark; sejanus plinth; tigris snow.

𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬.

yes. afab!reader. aus. biting. bondage. choking. degradation. edging. fem!reader. fluff. foot fetish. gender-neutral!reader. hickies. overstimulation. praise. scratching. sex toys. smut. spanking. threesomes. tickling.

maybe. amab!reader. angst. blood-play. “daddy” as a title. dub-con. knife-play. male!reader. parenthood. pregnancy. specific aesthetic for reader. watersports.

no. age-play (sexual or non-sexual). cheating. eating disorders. f!receiving anal. gun-play. incest/step-cest. pedophilia. rape/non-con. scat. vomit.

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An accountant and an omega.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54676477 by dancingonmoonlight Stiles is about to start college when a rabid alpha tries to eat him and Peter saves him. When Peter realises that Stiles is becoming an omega he sees a perfect opportunity to keep him safe and provide him with an alpha, he's a charitable sort. If that alpha happens to be his nephew who would surely be much more bearable with an omega keeping him happy, well that's just a merry coincidence. Stiles isn't too pleased to be locked in Peter's apartment waiting for this mysterious alpha to arrive. Even less happy when Peter strings him from the ceiling, aiming for Stiles to be "presentable" for the alpha. When said alpha turns out to be scorching hot with a dick that deserves to have sonnets written about it though he might not mind so much. Words: 6990, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Crack, (light), Rough Sex, Knotting, Begging, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dom Derek Hale, Sub Stiles Stilinski, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Socially Awkward Derek Hale, Mildly Dubious Consent, (sitatuational but ultimately enthusiastic consent), Possessive Behavior, Derek Hale Has a Big Dick, Size Kink, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alpha Derek, Omega Stiles, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Boys Kissing, Mating Bites read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54676477

#Sterek #Stiles Stilinski/Derek Hale #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #IFTTT #ao3feed #ao3feed Sterek #fanfic

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An accountant and an omega

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54676477

by dancingonmoonlight

Stiles is about to start college when a rabid alpha tries to eat him and Peter saves him. When Peter realises that Stiles is becoming an omega he sees a perfect opportunity to keep him safe and provide him with an alpha, he's a charitable sort. If that alpha happens to be his nephew who would surely be much more bearable with an omega keeping him happy, well that's just a merry coincidence.

Stiles isn't too pleased to be locked in Peter's apartment waiting for this mysterious alpha to arrive. Even less happy when Peter strings him from the ceiling, aiming for Stiles to be "presentable" for the alpha.

When said alpha turns out to be scorching hot with a dick that deserves to have sonnets written about it though he might not mind so much.

Words: 6977, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: M/M

Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Crack, (light), Rough Sex, Knotting, Begging, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dom Derek Hale, Sub Stiles Stilinski, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Socially Awkward Derek Hale, Mildly Dubious Consent, (sitatuational but ultimately enthusiastic consent), Possessive Behavior, Derek Hale Has a Big Dick, Size Kink, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alpha Derek, Omega Stiles, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Boys Kissing, Mating Bites

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54676477

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raksh-writes · 2 years

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Late night devil (put your hands on me)

Fandom: Teen Wolf

Pairing: Nogitsune/Stiles Stilinski

Words: ~5,5k

Rating: Explicit

Warnings/Tags: sorta sickfic, shameless smut, dom/sub, praise kink, and the likes -- for more info and tags check the work over on AO3!

I've had a pretty tough week, but somehow managed to produce this one-shot while 100% self-projecting onto Stiles soooo, hope it's gonna be an enjoyable read! ^^ It definitely feels good to finally have something to post for my favorite bbies 💗🥰 Title from "Teeth" by 5SOS because I Love the song (or rather this one specific slowed down, deeper version ^^) and the chorus is just SO Voiles 😩💗 Also, big thanks to my lovely beta and best friend ever @flowers-for-stiles for giving this one a read through 💗💗

And, as always, hope this one’s gonna be a lovely read to y’all ^^ 💗

Overstimulation was never a word Stiles thought would apply to him. In fact, he’d say that for most of his life he’s rather been on the quite opposite spectrum — understimulated and always looking for something new to occupy himself with, to give his hyperactive brain to munch on and chase away all the nervous jitters that came with not enough stimuli, his attention drifting too easily. Then his magic happened, always abuzz under his skin, always seeking new ways for release and always, always craving more, which — he never really minded much. It was exciting and perfectly suited for his inquisitive nature; figuring out how to exist in harmony with his new powers, how to keep them satisfied and calmly flowing right alongside his blood. And— well…

Since he finally gave in to Void, since their connection turned into an infinite mating bond, it’s been all the easier to fulfill all his different cravings — the demon always more than happy to wring any last drop of sensation out of Stiles, leaving him completely spent and satisfied. And it’s been perfect, thus far. Void has also been the one to truly introduce the term into his life, relentless and hungry for anything and everything Stiles would give him, never backing down until he has it all and more. But Stiles loves it, the way the demon can bring him right to the sharpest edge of the purest pain-pleasure and keep him there until he’s a crying, begging mess — guiding him to the brink of overstimulation and past it, playing on his senses as if he’s been made for it, made for every whim and wish of the fox demon, more than happy to bend each and every way Void asks of him. But that’s the fun part, the part Stiles loves and cherishes and could never turn away from, what’s happening now, though…

Rubbing over his aching eyes, Stiles battles with the urge to throw it all to hell and just go lay down — the arguably most important exam this semester is three days away and he should be studying his ass off but instead can barely focus on the notes right in front of him. And it’s not the usual mind-drifting he’s been used to his whole life too — no, that one he already knows how to deal with, but this— This is a whole other beast.

The past few days he could barely sit through his lectures, every tone shift of his professors’ voices, every scrape of a chair over the floor so aggravating to his ears he flinched every time, shoulders drawn up high as if to help mute the world around him. God, he doesn’t even want to think how it’d feel if his senses were stronger than they are; just the whispers of his fellow students too much at any given moment. The bright lights overhead never helped either, making him squint so much his eyes would water and ache in a matter of hours — he'd been so beat at the end of the day he could just about only go to sleep. None of the notes he tried writing down make any sense now and Stiles has no recollection of what’s been discussed too — normally, he could get most of the material memorized just by listening, but these days it feels like he hasn’t retained anything from his classes. The exam’s quickly approaching and it looks more and more as if his mind is just not going to cooperate, bruised and aching inside his head.

With a sigh, Stiles braces his forehead on his palm and looks down on the pages upon pages of material, trying to read the words that refuse to make sense in his tender brain. A constant pressure keeps pushing at his skull from inside out, blunt and insistent, centered at the forefront of his head but also so widely spread it seems like no corner of his mind is unaffected, all and any thoughts scrambled like the eggs he ate this morning — without much appetite too, nausea rolling against the walls of his stomach like waves over the shore; not strong, but notable enough to make eating more of a chore than anything else. Even the amazing chicken noodle soup Void brought him didn’t seem to taste quite as it should on his tongue — and Stiles has a niggling suspicion the demon went all the way to Poland to get him some proper rosół. Just why he did remains a mystery, but the week’s been weird enough already and with how constantly Void has been bringing him meals — comfort ones, nonetheless — he’d guess the demon was just bored and looking for entertainment. It’s not like Stiles had the time or mind for anything this week — between the finals season in full swing, his unresponsive brain and the part-time job eating away at his free time, it felt like he barely even managed to get some evening cuddles and few kisses here and there from his mate. It’s really been… fucking hell, it’s really been a week.

Halfway through reading the same sentence for the third time in a row without comprehending any of what it conveys, Stiles swears under his nose and puts down the pen in his hand — it clunks on the wood, making him flinch.

“Well, that’s fucking it,” he mutters, hands roughly rubbing down his face before he finally pushes himself away from the desk.

The sunlight pouring inside through the window is already muted with the oncoming dusk, but soon enough it’ll be overcome by the lights of the neighborhood — they might live in a calm district on the outskirts of the city, but the nights are still much more awake than they were back at home in Beacon Hills, so even now it’s bright enough to make him squint. Shading his eyes as he comes up to their bedroom’s large window, Stiles pulls down the dark blinds they installed and closes the heavy curtains over them, just for a good measure — it makes the room almost completely dark, and Stiles can finally breathe out in relief. Tapping the wall to activate all the different soundproofing sigils he put in place — cutting all the noises from both outside and inside from getting in or out — he takes off his clothes exactly where he stands, uncaring of where they land, and — at last — crawls into bed.

Groaning low in his chest, Stiles curls up under the soft sheets, bunching up the duvet around his half-naked body as tightly as possible — and as much as he likes to grouse at Void for constantly bringing in new, expensive sets when they really don’t need them, he can’t deny they feel absolutely amazing on his skin, especially with how over-sensitive to everything he seems to be. Finally settling down, Stiles pushes his face into the pillows as he cuddles another one close to his chest, a small whine caught inside his lungs — the only thing he’s missing right now in his cocoon of warmth and comfort is the demon himself, and oh, does Stiles miss the bastard something fierce. Where even is his mate when Stiles needs him here so much [so] it hurts?

Okay, most of it is the weird sensory overload he’s been having for the large part of this week, but now — finally alone in their bed, cuddled up in their sheets with the room completely blacked out and silenced — his instincts call out for his missing partner, the one that always brings him relief whenever he needs it, whatever it might be. And his magic continues to buzz under his skin, unsettled and somewhat irate, as if angry with him for reasons Stiles can’t begin to understand; his mind too overwhelmed with the pressure pushing at his skull, his head both too heavy and too airy-light on his shoulders, and senses too fried and sensitive to the smallest stimuli, yet still — his magic continues to hum a frustrated tune, as aggravating as chalk on a board.

Stiles frowns, rubbing his face into the pillow. Come to think of it, in all the messiness of the ongoing week, he hasn’t let his magic burn its course even once — it needs release just as much as he does, if not more, and it’s become normal to find ways for it to do so. Which, more so than not, Void has always helped him out with — especially since his magic seemed content to flow with the ebb of their shared pleasure, maybe finding in it the life essence and energy it thrived on, then settled right alongside Stiles whenever his mate took his loving time with him. Although.. that might’ve been also partly because of how spent he always is after.

Something tight and aching takes hold of Stiles’ chest as the absence of his mate grows, empty and echoing in the pure silence around him, in the lack of Void’s cool touch, his deep, rumbling voice, his hot, soft lips. Stiles chokes down a whine, a small little thing in his throat, as his fingers reach up to gently graze over the black rune on his pec, right above his heart. It probably won’t do anything if Void’s absorbed in whatever he’s doing on the other end of the world and their bond — possibly feeding, but it’s hard to glimpse when they’re so far apart and Stiles can barely focus on functioning just by himself — but still, Stiles tries to look down their connection; tries to send the smallest little trickle of a request, a plea, hoping it’ll catch his mate’s attention. Then he retreats, already exhausted beyond what should be normal, yet too keyed up with magic abuzz in his veins and his mind scrambled inside his skull to rest, to fall asleep and maybe wake up to strong arms at his waist and a sharp smile at his nape.

He’s not sure how much time has passed — could’ve been minutes, could’ve been hours, maybe he even nodded off at some point — but finally, the covers rustle. Cool air slips under the duvet, making his shiver, but before he can voice his protest, Void curls around his mostly naked body, flush against his back and strong arm around his middle as their sheets are safely tucked back, and Stiles exhales a wavering breath, the relief so strong and airy in his chest it brings a thin veil of tears to his eyes.

Weak mewl on his lips, Stiles pushes away the pillow he’s been hugging in favor of embracing back his mate’s arm, so sure and perfect on his waist.

“Hush, sweetheart,” the demon murmurs, mouth gentle on the back of his neck, muffling his voice in Stiles’ skin as if to avoid aggravating his ears — words more felt than heard as Stiles shudders.

He tries pushing back closer to his mate, encouraged by how readily Void pulls him in; the demon slides one arm under his pillow too, so Stiles can rest on it, cuddling him up as perfectly as ever. By now, they’re completely flush against each other and yet — it somehow doesn’t seem like enough. The demon’s presence is soothing as it always it, part of Stiles’ still unsettled magic calming down as their bond widens and thrums between them so it can flow through easily, but Stiles’ head stays unbelievably heavy, no thoughts formed that would make any sense — and still, he craves.

Void pushes his knee between Stiles’ legs, the silky material of his sleeping pants cool and slippery against his skin, fingers spreading out on his belly as Void trails his nose over the back of Stiles’ neck — then he makes a frustrated sound, barely-heard as it sticks to the back of his throat as if he didn’t quite mean to let it out.

“What is it?” Stiles asks in a whisper, so low it’s almost inaudible, but with Void’s sharp senses and their connection, the volume scarcely matters. The arm around his middle tightens, hand reaching higher over his stomach, and he moves his own palm to cover it, threading fingers between Void’s.

“You’re hurting,” the demon answers, almost a growl the way his voice rumbles, the vibration all kinds of lovely against Stiles’ back like a purr, but there’s frustration in his voice too, accusation even — though not directed at Stiles, “but I can’t take it. And I don’t know why.” Brows furrowed, Void brushes his face against Stiles’ neck, scenting him so thoroughly as if the mere gesture could wipe away the hurt he’s not able to absorb.

Stiles’ heart squeezes tight in his chest as he swallows thickly, all at once remembering all the little moments throughout the week, when his mate would touch and scent him with a bit more insistence than normally; Void must’ve been furious at his usual tricks being rendered basically useless. And the thought fills Stiles with both gratitude and an astute ache for his mate.

“It’s not painful,” he assures, shifting just slightly so he can look back at Void — not that he can see much in the pitch blackness, but his demon gets the hint, nudging their noses together. “It’s just… extremely uncomfortable.” If only that made it better, not just different…

Void moves his arm, bringing his fingers down to trail lightly over Stiles’ cheek, under his chin — and Stiles curls his hand around Void’s forearm, just under the elbow, comforted by being able to hold onto his mate.

“What do you need of me then, little fox?” the demon asks, oh so softly, as gentle and soothing as Stiles ever heard him. “Tell me.”

Stiles licks his lips, mind still in jumbles as he tries to come up with something, anything, to tell his mate, to assure there’s a way he could help, could bring him comfort. His magic buzzes, pins and needles swimming through his veins, demanding and irate at being ignored.

Squirming in place, Stiles grimaces — and can almost see the frown rising to Void’s face.

“Stiles?”

He reaches up, somehow able to find Void’s neck and curl his fingers around the back, the move pressing him even more flush against his mate. Tugging at his demon, Stiles leans up for a kiss, a weak little sound slipping out when Void readily complies, mouth soft and hot as he opens him up, slowly lapping between his parted lips as if drinking in the droplets of his pleasure right from his tongue. It’s deep and unhurried and as intense as everything always is with Void, working more perfectly than he could’ve anticipated at pushing away the insistent pressure in his skull to the back of his mind — the sweet, sweet fog of arousal swimming to the forefront instead.

Their breaths are heavy and quick as they part, and Stiles grinds his hips back, just the slightest of moves, biting down on his lips at the barely-audible growl behind him.

“You could try and distract me,” he offers, voice scarcely more than a breathy whisper, fingers twinning with the short hair at his demon’s nape.

“Try?” Void repeats, a purr rising in his chest that’s so deep and low it’s all but a lovely massage on Stiles’ back. “You really should know better than to tease me, kitten, or have you forgotten just who you belong to? Maybe I should give you a reminder.”

Stiles shivers, acutely aware of the leg pushed between his own and the hand slowly trailing up his belly, up his chest — Void brushes a claw against his nipple and the moan slips unbidden, his spine curving up into the touch.

“Or maybe you’re just so desperate for it, huh? How long has it been, sweetheart? A week? Even more?” Void’s teasing him, that’s clear enough, but the words curl tightly around Stiles’ heart all the same — because it surely has been and Stiles hasn't even realized he’s been neglecting his mate so much. Then Void tweaks his nipple sharply and a spark of pain shoots straight down to his hips so hot and electric Stiles forgets everything else on a small, breathy moan. “It’s really been too long, I see. Already getting so hot and needy for me when I've barely done anything yet, aren’t you?” And Stiles really, really is, delicious heat spreading in his hips as his erection begins to strain against his underwear. Void chuckles, tugging at his nipple sharp and hard enough he gasps, whole body jolting back into the demon. “Seems I have to take good care of you tonight, kitten. What do you say?”

“Please…” Stiles curves back into his mate, desperation slowly rising way down in his core to climb higher and higher the longer Void continues his teasing.

“Hush, sweetheart,” Void shushes him, rubbing his nose and cheek on Stiles’ neck. “I’ll give you what you need.”

A small whine sticks to the back of his throat, but then Void’s nibbling at his collarbone, teeth sharp and mouth purposeful, hand trailing back down over his belly, his hip — and, finally, to his erection, hot and throbbing under the thin material of his boxers. But Void doesn’t make a move to slide them off, no — instead, he brushes his fingers against Stiles’ dick over the briefs, waking an almost violent shudder in return.

“Void—” Stiles moans, begs really, but Void shushes him again, a sharp bite left at the back of his ear — just as much a reminder as an order. Stiles whines low in his chest, but surrenders to the sweet torture just the same.

Void curls his fingers around Stiles’ dick, rubbing at the head through the soaked cloth with his thumb, seemingly indifferent to all the little mewls spilling from his mate’s lips as he continues to bite and nibble bruises into Stiles’ neck. Pressing back against the demon, Stiles shudders at the feeling of Void’s cock slowly filling up, thickening so long and perfect against his ass — then something soft and ethereal brushes against his stomach, rising up his chest, and catches on his nipple, almost like a feather. Shivering, Stiles curves up and into the new sensation, even just the thought of what it truly is stocking up the fierce heat in his hips.

“That’s it, kitten,” the demon praises, voice honey-thick and sweet like molasses, “so good for me.”

Stiles whines, long and low in his throat, rutting back into his mate in a silent plea — Void chuckles but, finally, slips his hand under Stiles’ boxers and takes his throbbing erection, starting up a rhythm so slow and just tight enough it’s all but ramping up the needy thing in Stiles’ core into pure, physical desperation that has him squirming and moaning for more. A handjob isn’t exactly what Stiles had in mind, not with that perfect cock rubbing against his ass with every little move he makes, but he’s not about to complain — and for all he knows, Void might have his own plans for the night. Which— The moment another soft, light as a feather sensation brushes over the back of his thigh, right where it meets the curve of his butt, it becomes clear he does — Stiles shivers, anticipation flaring so hot and bright in his core it makes him dizzy.

“Easy, little fox,” Void soothes, keeping his strokes so infuriatingly light and unhurried Stiles would’ve been ready to strangle him if he wasn’t already so desperate and into this whole game they’ve been playing. “Be good and you can come whenever you want to.”

Another moan sticks to his tongue — it’s so rare that he gets permission so quickly, so easily, but it also makes him want to hold out for as long as possible, just to prove how good he can be for his mate. And—

“How—” A violent shudder cuts through his words as that soft, ethereal touch climbs up under his boxers, over the curve of his ass and in-between his cheeks, teasing at his rim with little, kitten licks. “How many?” His voice is no more than a breathy moan, hips shamelessly rutting into that sensation that doesn’t budge even an inch, moving right with him.

Void’s smile against his neck is as sharp as his teeth. “As many as you’ll have strength for.”

There’s probably no more than two in him, but Stiles still whines high in his throat, whole-body shiver rocking him against Void as that ethereal sensation pushes in, so smooth and silky it slips inside without resistance, spreading him as deliciously as Void’s fingers would — and Stiles is so used to taking his mate, to opening up for him whenever and however the demon wants him, it only flares with more heated pleasure in his hips, so sharp and acute he mewls, already dancing on the edge but too far away to fall.

“Please!” he begs, mind scrambled and unable to decide if he should rut back into Void or up into the hand moving so agonizingly slow on his dick.

“Hush, kitten, hush,” Void shushes him yet again, finally — finally — grinding his long, thick cock into Stiles’ ass, against that sensation spreading him open and rubbing that perfect, shivery-sweet spot over and over and over again. “I told you — whenever you want to.” Stiles whines, begs, really, desperately trying to press back into the touch that doesn’t change, as relentless as Void always is, grazing his prostate in the sweetest pressure calculated to bring him higher and higher and higher until it feels like he’s gonna burst but he can’t— can’t— “Oh,” Void smirks, sharp and almost cruel under his ear, “you need me to tell you, don’t you?”

“Yes!” Stiles calls out, voice thin, as if he could manage anything more but a breathy half-whisper, half-moan, “yes, please!—”

“Hush,” Void murmurs, hand tightening around Stiles’ dick as the ethereal touch solidifies, quickens, “such a perfect mate,” he praises, so low and sweet and soft as his hand is anything but, hard and sure and demanding — Stiles jolts, mewls— “you can come for me now, kitten.”

And he does — squirming and shuddering and little moans spilling out his parted lips. The touch doesn’t ease off, rubbing against his prostate all shivery and sweet as the pleasure pulses through his whole body, muscles clenching and unclenching and the heat burning so high it wipes away everything else. Void keeps stroking him through his orgasm with a slow, measured pace, nose pressed into Stiles’ neck and breathing in with his whole chest; as he finally starts to come down, Void’s hand gentles and that ethereal pressure slowly retreats, leaving him empty and gaping, twitching around nothing where there should be a knot to keep him all spread and full.

With tremors still rocking through his whole body, Stiles reaches back for his mate — tugs at Void as he leans up and whines into the kiss that follows, slow and messy and as intense as ever. When they part, Stiles can’t help but steal a few more — the magic settled down in his blood with the perfect release his mate provided but a part of him left bereft, still longing for what he should’ve gotten.

Slowly, a little hesitantly, he nudges his hips back, shuddering as Void’s cock fits perfectly against his ass — before the demon can say anything, he pushes up into another kiss, catching his lips in a far filthier, deeper one that Void immediately returns, a low growl vibrating in his chest. And as he licks into his open mouth so hot and hungry, Stiles takes back his hand and reaches down, slipping it under Void’s silky sleeping pants until he can curl his fingers around that mouth-watering cock. They both groan then, breaths mixed between their joined lips, and Stiles strokes his palm down the impressive length, a whine catching in his throat when he can feel the slight swelling at the base. It wouldn’t last long but fuck, does Stiles need it.

“Void, please…” he begs quietly, eyes already slightly wet from the intensity of his previous orgasm — his magic renders his refractory period almost nonexistent, but the slight edge of oversensitivity seems to linger now, and it will only make it more delicious.

Void rolls his hips into Stiles’ strokes, a growl vibrating low and deep in his chest. “Still haven’t had enough, kitten?” he asks, a slightly mocking edge to his words, but Stiles only nods, steals the shortest kiss he can manage — and that growl turns into something more like a purr. “Aren’t you a desperate, needy little thing,” he muses, but Stiles can recognize that amused, delighted tinge to it that makes a sweet shiver roll down his spine.

“Please, I need it,” Stiles squirms in his mate’s hold, acutely aware Void’s hand is still resting on his half-hard dick, under the soiled cloth of his boxers, “I need your knot, please—”

“Well, kitten… if you ask so nicely.”

Retrieving his hand, Void hooks his fingers in the boxer’s band before sliding it down under Stiles’ butt — but otherwise leaves them on, forcing Stiles to curl up a bit so the cloths’ pressure on his throbbing erection isn’t too stinging yet still very much present; and it flares the heat in his core all the higher for it, something about just his boxers staying on as Void fucks and knots him right here and now making all his senses absolutely thrill under his skin. And he doesn’t waste any more time, angling his hips and stroking down Void’s cock until the head catches against his rim, already so hot and throbbing he just about goes into a frenzy even before pushing himself down on it, pressing back until the head slips in — his breath hitches and Stiles stills, just for a second, yet Void only brushes his palm over his hip and doesn’t move further. Swallowing down, Stiles brings his hand forward to hold onto the sheets, and presses back again, moaning high in his throat as he continues to sink down on Void’s cock; as it spreads and opens him up as deliciously as ever and yet somehow always feeling completely new. When his ass finally rests flush against Void’s hips, the barely-there swelling just that more of a perfect stretch, a shuddery breath escapes his lungs — and the demon smirks sharply against his nape.

“Good kitten,” the praise slips like liquid honey down his tongue, flaring the heat deep inside Stiles back into that desperate need, voiced only in a whine. But Void’s sure hand curls around Stiles’ hip in a tight grip, unmistakable in its intent, and Stiles trembles, spin melting all pliant and malleable for his mate. “Very well, sweetheart, just like that,” the demon soothes, bending his other arm to place a palm on Stiles’ throat, tip his head back so it rests on his shoulder in perfect submission. “Be good and let me fuck you the way you need it, kitten,” his voice rumbles on the edge of a growl and Stiles bites down a moan, shuddering as that soft, silky touch comes back again — curling around his thigh, wide and almost fluffy in texture, then narrowing down his knee until it coils around his ankle, spreading him out over the leg Void already pushed between his. “Then — you can come on my knot. Sounds good, little fox?”

“Yes, pleeease—” He tries turning his head back, doesn’t really know what for, but Void meets him halfway — thumb tipping Stiles’ chin just the right way so he can catch his lips in a soft kiss, gentle and unhurried and slowly licking into his open mouth as he pulls away his hips, then pushes forward into Stiles, drinking in the mewl that slips from his mouth.

Void sets a pace that’s just as unhurried as his kiss, thrusts long and deep and angled perfectly right to rub against Stiles’ prostate, keeping almost constant pressure on that shivery-sweet spot that pulses and throbs in time with his dick, steadily leaking into the already soaked material of his underwear. The pleasure builds higher and higher and higher with every stroke, with every slide of Void’s cock inside Stiles, all hot and thick and just big enough to make him sore in the most dizzyingly wonderful way — the moans and whines slipping from his lips are constant now, so Void moves down his neck, kissing and nipping deep, bright bruises into his neck. In a bout of bravery or desperation — or maybe both at once — Stiles reaches back, gripping at Void’s hip as the demon quickens his pace, just slightly, and the knot at the base of his cock swells some more, spreading Stiles wider and wider every time its pushed in.

“Voooiid—” It’s a one, long whine more than his mate’s name, but the heat is getting so strong and burning Stiles is about ready to claw out of his own skin, he needs it so fucking much.

“Hush,” Void orders, an edge of steel to his voice — he moves his palm up Stiles’ throat, up his chin, until he can slip two fingers inside his mouth, pressing down on his tongue. “Be good, I said. Or I’ll change my mind — and we wouldn’t want that, would we?”

Stiles whines, shaking his head fervently as fresh saliva fills up his mouth — Void smirks, fingers working into Stiles’ mouth as if facefucking him like he normally would; and it’s so, so much hotter than Stiles could’ve ever imagined he trembles, images of all those times flashing through his mind bright and burning low in his hips.

“Good kitten,” Void murmurs, more of a purr than anything else, and he speeds up his thrusts — shorter, but still as deep as he can make them, the swelling knot pushing through and spreading Stiles’ more and more open but never enough to slide in and catch. A whine builds in his lungs, Stiles’ palm flexing on Void’s hip as he tries to hold on, sucks on those fingers in his mouth as he would on Void’s cock. “Very good, sweetheart, keep at it. You’ll come on my knot, and on my knot alone. I know you can, isn’t that right, kitten?”

Stiles moans his assent, a whole-hearted agreement, the desperate need that’s burning so hot it’s unbearable, and trembles down to his very bones as his muscles start to clench, the pleasure spreading and building and so, so, so fucking close. Yes, yes, fuck, he needs— needs, please!—

“Such a perfect mate for me,” Void murmurs — and thrusts sharply, sliding all the way inside Stiles so the knot catches in his ass and swells, spreading and stretching and filling him up so perfectly his whine is almost a scream as he tumbles into his own orgasm, shaking so badly the demon needs to hug him close, hold him still as the pleasure swims between them both, bright and hot and pulsing like life’s very heartbeat.

Trembling and jolting as it crests anew every time he can feel his mate’s release as acutely as his own, Stiles can’t help but push back against Void one more time; relish the feel of his thick, throbbing cock and swollen knot deep and perfectly snug inside his ass, lazy spurts of come against his hot flesh flaring the heat in most delicious ways. Long moments later, when it slowly ebbs away into just a lovely echo spreading through his hips once in a while, Stiles has no more strength left and, finally, melts into his demon’s embrace, warm and content.

“Stay,” is the only thing he manages to say, mind a mushy fluff inside his skull and muscles all loose and pliant throughout his whole body.

“Not going anywhere, sweetheart,” the demon assures, pulling him close as the soiled boxers are slowly slid down his legs and off, the soft, silky touch still in place around his leg and middle even with Void’s arm and hand hugged close over his stomach.

The clean-up is short and quick and passes Stiles by before he can notice much of it, but even then Void makes no move to detach them, hips still flush against his ass and knot well and snug inside Stiles, keeping him perfectly filled and open.

Good, his magic is satisfied for the moment, but nothing’s there to say he won’t need some more in the morning. And— well. Falling asleep on Void’s cock only to wake up slowly rocked on it, already hot and throbbing with pleasure deep in his core, is probably one of, if not the favorite way for Stiles to wake up, so he definitely wouldn’t mind that, not one bit. And going by the low chuckle at his nape, Void must agree.

“Rest, little fox,” he murmurs, nose trailing down Stiles’ neck as he cuddles him up a little tighter, the lowest of purrs vibrating into Stiles’ back, as soothing as only his mate’s presence could ever be.

With a content sigh, Stiles places his arm over Void’s and laces their fingers together, hugging it closer to his chest as he drifts off — finally able to rest.

#voiles #stiles stilinski #nogitsune #nogitsune/stiles #void stiles #stigitsune #stiles stilinski fanfic #teen wolf #teen wolf fanfiction #My writing #Raksh's writing #voiles one-shot #voiles smut #ahhh felt so good to write my bbies again and be able to post it 🥰🥰#it's been super fun to write #so hope it's just as fun to read! ^^

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ao3feed-peterstiles · 2 years

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Will You Stay (On My Mind)?

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42602385

by BlackberryEclipse

"You know, one day you look at the person and you see something more than you did the night before. And the person who was just a friend is suddenly the only person you can ever imagine yourself with." It's been a few years since Peter returned to his peaceful life. As peaceful as can be after what happened. While having a night out, he meets a special someone. OR They flirt, Stiles gets drunk and Peter takes him home. Shenanigans ensue. Shaking his head with a light-hearted laugh sounding in his chest, Peter chucked him over his shoulder, manoeuvring Stiles' drunk self back to his apartment while the other kept pointing out the different street lights in the distance, sometimes squealing over a squirrel or proving his niche historical knowledge with a few 'fun facts', including, but not limited to, the production of different kinds of chocolate in the 19th century and the extermination of gray wolves in many countries and the repopulation of them – a truly thrilling tale including romance, drama, betrayal and tragedy. Much to Peter's confusion.

Words: 6643, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Explicit

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Peter Hale, Stiles Stilinski

Relationships: Peter Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Sub Stiles Stilinski, Stiles Stilinski is a Sizequeen, Top Peter Hale, Dom Peter Hale, Peter Hale has a Big Dick, Alpha Peter Hale, Good Peter Hale, Bars and Pubs, Alcohol, Drinking, (the fun kind), Anal Sex, Knotting, Riding, Dirty Talk, Dom/sub Undertones, Multiple Orgasms, Orgasm Delay/Denial, Overstimulation, Rough Sex, Barebacking, Creampie, Love Bites, Claiming Bites, Marking, Size Difference, Size Kink, the thirst™, Aftercare, Fluff, Romantic Fluff, Smut, Fluff and Smut, Tiniest smidge of angst, Bathing/Washing, The Author Regrets Nothing, no beta we die like peter, (And then get resurrected), Post-Canon, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Post-Season/Series 06 Finale, Animal Traits, Pain Kink, Praise, Possessive Peter Hale, A buttload of Pet Names, Wordcount: 5.000-10.000

Read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/42602385

#ao3feed #teen wolf #steter #fanfic #peterstiles

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ao3-feed-sterek · 9 months

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the drug in me is you

by drpepperenthusiast

Words: 1100, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV)

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: M/M

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale

Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski

Additional Tags: Public Sex, Top!Derek, Bottom!Stiles, Uncanon behavior, Mild Praise Kink, Spit As Lube, Begging, Overstimulation, Teasing, Clawing, Smut, Fluff

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48925078

#Sterek #Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski #Stiles Stilinski #Derek Hale #ao3feed #fanfic #IFTTT

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smellslikemultifandomimagines · 3 years

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𝐭𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐨𝐥𝐟 𝐬𝐦𝐮𝐭 𝐦𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭

➣ STILES

stiles’s hair pulling and brat!reader kink → headcanon

okay daddy → stiles and reader hate each other, and at one pack meeting, after an argument between the two, reader tries to leave but stiles says “you’re not leaving until we finish” which the reader replies with “okay daddy”

daddy kink → sheriff!stiles au

sub!stiles + dom!reader → headcanon

first time

back of the library where nobody looks, she’ll be with her boyfriend → in a secluded corner of the library, reader wearing a skirt w/ no underwear, and riding stiles. (college!Stiles AU)

“you can’t be serious?!” → reader ties stiles to the bed

you did so well, baby → reader gets overstimulated easily, but stiles knows just how to work your body right.

“are you jealous?” “it only took you until now to figure it out?” → reader and stiles are at a party, and reader catches stiles flirting with another girl.

edging stiles → sub!stiles

pegging stiles → headcanon

double trouble → reader thinks void is stiles but then stiles walks in

breeding kink → stiles admits to reader he has a breeding kink

trying something new → stiles tells reader he wants to try something new

we’re gonna order in → noah walks in on stiles and reader, but they’re too into fucking each other, they don’t notice.

“do you guys mind?” → stiles teases reader during a Pack meeting

stiles catching you masturbating → headcanon

strike one → void!stiles wants to have a little fun with reader

motel california → reader and stiles have sex in the motel room during the school trip

sit → reader needs to get off. Stiles is studying a new case.

someone is finally having sex with me → season 1&2 personality stiles

do you deserve it? → male!reader caught stiles touching himself even after being told not to

intoxicating smoke → reader and stiles get high and have sex

praise kink → reader has a praise kink

monster slayer → male!reader treats stiles after he kills the new monster of Beacon Hills

aftercare → headcanon

➣ THEO

tell me what you want me to do → reader is shy and Theo catches her riding her pillow, leading to him instructing her to tell him what she wants him to do to her

permission → reader cums without Theo’s permission, and he makes her cum over and over again

steamy showers → you hear Theo in the shower and decide to join him

sex dream → theo wakes up from having a sex dream about reader and wakes her up by eating her out

the real dominant → Theo submits to the reader and she rides him, before he takes control again.

in the car → reader and Theo have sex in his truck

sit back and relax → theo edges the reader until she’s begging to cum

wrapped around your throat → theo finds out reader has a choking kink

head between your thighs → theo eats reader out

don’t get all sulky, princess → reader thigh rides theo, but is denied her orgasm

tiny baby girl → theo with short!reader + size kink

daddy kink → headcanon

➣ SCOTT

I needed to see you → Scott sneaks into reader’s room which leads to a heavy makeout session

alphas → reader is an alpha from another pack

i want to make a baby → reader discovers scott has a breeding kink

“derek could fuck me better” → reader and scott get into an argument about derek liking reader.

➣ DEREK

Derek’s kinks → headcanon

needy → Derek wakes up and needs you

welcome home → you’ve been out of time for sometime, and soon as you come home, you surprise Derek with a visit.

you should’ve thought about that before being such a brat → reader takes control and dominates derek

please don’t tease me → reader pegs derek

the bite → reader makes derek jealous and he claims her

make ups → reader and derek get into an argument, but have make up sex - headcanon

young!derek (18+) → though derek had been regressed to 18, he shows reader he can still fuck her the same - headcanon

jealous → young!derek (18+) headcanon

please continue → reader catches derek masturbating

baby making → reader and derek try for a baby

sub!derek → headcanon

wedding night → reader and derek have sex on their wedding night

losing virginities → headcanon (with young!derek (18+))

➣ LIAM (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

overstimulation → Liam overstimulates the reader

little one → Liam calls reader ‘little one’ accidentally which elicits an unusual response from reader

praise → Liam praises reader and finds out she has a praise kink

edging liam → headcanon

wrapped around his claw finger → reader has a knife/claw kink

shut up and kiss me → reader and liam lose their virginities to each other

sub!liam → headcanon

brats get punished → reader is a brat and liam punishes her

full moon antics → reader helps liam gain control during the full moon

toys → liam uses a vibrator on reader

you’re mine, got it? → a very jealous liam shows reader who she belongs to

➣ MALIA TATE

jealous → reader gets jealous and punishes malia

oops → reader and malia break the bed

➣ ISAAC

pretty mouth → sub!male reader gives isaac a blowjob

isaac as a sub → headcanon

virgin angels → reader and isaac lose their virginities to each other

stress reliever → reader had a busy day and isaac helps reader relax in the shower

what’s the rush? → werewolf!reader is a bit of an aggressive Dom becuase of her animal instinct but isaac teaches her to be soft

➣ BRETT (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

bathtubs and fingertips → brett fingers reader in the bath

brat → brett gets tired of reader acting up all day, so he punishes her.

trained killers → reader and brett have cute shower sex after fighting with trained killers

eating out → brett eats reader out

hush hush → reader and brett have secret sex while she is having a sleepover with lori

➣ TRACY (SHE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

mommy → reader has a mommy kink

➣ NOLAN (HE’S 18+ IN ALL SMUTS)

ride me baby → reader rides nolan - headcanon

morning, love → reader and nolan have cute shower sex

naughty flirting → reader flirts with liam and makes nolan jealous

sub!nolan → headcanon

➣ LYDIA

steamy sleepovers → reader and lydia have a sleepover and things get pretty steamy

➣ ERICA

caught → reader and erica get caught by derek

★ MULTIPLE CHARACTERS

reader x isaac x stiles

reader x isaac x stiles → headcanon

theo & liam (both with fem!reader) + kinks

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sortagaysortahigh · 4 years

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Hot Girl Kintober Day 4 of 21 | Isaac Lahey

“I’ll put you to sleep, No pajamas”

Lol this is lowkey late but fuck it we ball. I hope yall dont mind the dialogue at the beginning of this, idk where my mind was at but it wasnt at smut in the moment so that happened.

Warnings: cussing, spelling and grammar errors, SMUT, marking, biting, slight spanking, slight choking, spitting, oral (f receiving, m giving), fingering, squirting, overstimulation, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it kids), mentions of edging, slight edging, a sprinkle of creampie, mentions of wet dreams, uh yeah i think thats it

Word count 5k

kinktober masterlist

werewolf!Fem!reader x Isaac lahey

He watched you roll your eyes, you were sitting on the couch in the loft-leaning your head on Stiles’s shoulder while he went back and forth with Isaac and Scott about their sex lives. To be frank you were bored and listening to them go on and on wasn’t helping.

You’d grown up with Scott and Stiles so hearing them talk about their sex lives was nothing out of the ordinary-hell half the time you were the one giving them advice. But the conversation was sounding redundant-it was testosterone filled and they all sounded like they wanted to one-up one another so bad.

It was the first week back from college for summer and you hadn’t expected to be in Derek’s old loft with just the three of them. He gave you the keys when he left Beacon Hills-only coming back every few months. You were supposed to be having a movie night with the pack, but seeing as Lydia was spending the night with her mother stating that she needed to catch up. Then Kira was on her annual visit to see the skinwalkers, making sure that she still had full control of her fox-taking Malia with her so she could better learn control over her emotions. Then Allison was with her father. Oh and you couldn’t forget how Liam and Hayden were literally having sex somewhere.

“How the hell did I get stuck with you three-where’s Mason?” you groaned when Stiles shrugged, your head moving slightly-making you uncomfortable. So you rolled your eyes again and sat up. Moving the remote, placing it between your thighs alongside your phone.

“Did you forget how he’s literally terrified of you?” you let out a sigh at Scott’s words “It was one time!” “you almost killed him” “He scared me! We were fighting fucking Berserkers and he wanted to sneak up on me! I didn’t even touch him” “Yeah because Malia pulled him out of the way.” You mumbled a ‘whatever’ under your breath, crossing your arms over your chest, watching them all jump right back into their conversation about all of their ‘wild collegiate sexcapades’-well minus Stiles, he just talked about Lydia and some of the things they did-but not in detail because ‘she’s gonna kill me if I say that’.

“What about you y/n?” you furrowed your brows glancing at Scott “what about me?” “I mean we all know that you were hooking up with Th-” “Finish the name and I’ll rip your head off Scott” he laughed “but what about now? You gotta be doing something with someone-it’s college” you shrugged, however before you could respond Isaac decided to hop into the conversation.

“Wait-you're not a virgin?” Scott and Stiles laughed at his question, he stared at the both of them with a confused expression. “You’re so dense Isaac. Are you sure there’s a functioning brain in there?” he rolled his eyes “I’m supposed to believe that you’re not a virgin? You’re always all shy and shit around people” you rolled your eyes.

“I’m not shy. I just don’t like people. It’s that simple Lahey” he slowly nodded his head, looking over at Scott and Stiles. “So you didn’t know about her and Theo?” you groaned, throwing your phone at Scott-watching him easily catch it. “Shut the fuck up McCall. Do I have to bring up those few months when you were banging Malia? Oh wait I just did-whoops”

He groaned, throwing your phone back at you, watching you easily catch it-werewolf senses and all. “y/n you didn’t need to bring that up” you looked over at Stiles, raising a brow “I’ll bring up shit about you too-don’t start with me Stilinski. All I gotta say is senior prom you and lyds banged in a school bus.” his eyes widened and he shoved you over, making you laugh at him.

“You said you’d take that to the grave!” “Yeah well Scott said he wouldn’t tell anyone else about me and Theo but now look at us!” “what does Scott have to do with me?!” “You both were there when we had the conversation-you both get to suffer the consequences!” he shook his head “that’s not exactly fair” “life isn’t fair Stilinski-don’t make me bring other shit up-keep arguing”

He scoffed “seriously? You were the one who had a quickie in my Jeep!” you scoffed “You let me! Don’t forget how you banged someone in my bed at a party junior year! You always say you were drunk but you knew exactly what you were doing!” Scott laughed at the both of you, so when you both turned your head to stare at him he shook his head.

“Don’t start-I didn’t laugh-I’m sorry” you nodded your head slowly “almost as sorry as you were when your mom caught you and that blonde fucking on the kitchen table winter break last year” his mouth dropped “you said freshman year was always off limits! We all make shitty decisions as freshmen in college!” you shrugged.

“Maybe next time you’ll learn how to keep your mouth shut McCall” “Keep my mouth shut? Really-you should’ve kept your mouth shut senior year before the first game of the season when you were on your knees in Coach’s office” your mouth dropped “You act like we all haven’t hooked up in Coach’s office at least once”

“For the record we-” he pointed at himself and Scott “-never got caught-you were caught with a whole dick in your mouth” you elbowed Stiles. “You were caught in the locker room showers! Fuck you!”

Isaac stared at the entire encounter, blinking, trying to process all of the new information. He was confused as to how the three of you could just go back and forth like that, then start laughing about it.

“At least I didn’t have a sex dream about someone in the pack” your eyes widened at Stiles’s statement “You both had sex with two people in the pack! Fuck off” Scott rose a brow at you, then his eyes flickered between you and Isaac, making you shake your head. “Don’t do it Scott-I will literally stab you”

He shook his head “I dunno y/n I think the dirt I have on you definitely chumps anything that you were going to say.” you scoffed “oh really because last time I checked I know everything about you McCall-we were in diapers together or did you forget?”

“What the hell is going on” “Stay out of it Lahey” he furrowed his brows, taken aback by your attitude, and the low growl you let out. “I just found out a lot about all three of you and I think I have a right to be confused” you laughed, shaking your head.

“If you don’t butt out of this then we’re gonna drag you into it” he scoffed “you literally have nothing on me. We aren’t even friends” you mocked him, mumbling under your breath before smirking and looking over at him.

“Oh I don’t? How about the way that you fucked your alpha’s ex girlfriend? Wow all of you pass each other around like it’s nothing, has mono never been like a concern for you guys?” his eyes widened at your statement, Stiles and Scott both laughing at him. Stiles even gave you a high five.

“How the hell do you even know that?” you shrugged “people talk, and I just happen to listen. Plus y’know supernatural hearing is a thing. You asked to be dragged into this conversation-remember that” When Stiles’s laughter got louder you looked back at him, raising your brows and tilting your head slightly.

“You should really stop laughing Stilinski-you cried after your first time” his mouth dropped “You cried during your first time!” “because it hurt Stiles! Have you ever had a dick shoved into your-ripping you open and stabbing through your hymen? No! The fuck was I supposed to do? Sing twinkle twinkle little star?” He couldn’t stop his laughter-and truth be told you started laughing too.

“Damn I forgot that you cried during your first time” you looked over at Scott-still laughing “oh shut up-” “Oh my god! I remember the phone call! I was with Stiles and you called him crying in the bathroom because you made the guy stop and you were embarrassed!” your mouth dropped “You said you’d never bring up that phone call!” “Well we’re laying it all on the table today”

“Oh are we now McCall? You came in your pants before your first time!” he blinked a few times “You got fingered in AP Physics!” your jaw dropped “you got a handjob during AP Chemistry you fucking dick!” “Okay ladies I think we should all stop now before it gets too deep into the sexcapades box” This time you and Scott both looked at each other then at Stiles.

“You got a blowjob during detention with Harris half asleep in the room” “From Harley at that-you know how y/n feels about Harley” you nodded your head at Scott’s words. Stiles stared at the both of you not knowing what to say-but when Isaac laughed again the three of you turned to look at him.

“If I were you I’d stop laughing Lahey” “Y/n you literally have nothing else on me” you shrugged “but they do” “yeah kinda like the way that you were caught beating one out in the locker room before playoffs senior year” your eyes widened and you couldn’t help but laugh at Scott’s words.

“In the locker room? Not even the bathroom? The scent of sweaty guys gets you off Lahey?” “shut the fuck up y/n” he watched you raise a brow at him-a smirk on your face “you should tell me to shut the fuck up more often” Scott and Stiles both laughed at Isaacs shocked expression-realizing that he had no clue about your flirting.

“Why? You into that?” you laughed at his horribly timed flirting-knowing that he had to think of some kind of comeback. “You’re horrible at flirting, how’d you manage to get into anyone's pants again?” he scoffed, rolling his eyes. “We told you to stay out of it Isaac, and now look at you-butthurt and confused” “will you just shut the fuck up y/n?”

You felt heat rise to your ears at his tone, but you easily played it off. “Wait! You had the sex dream about Aiden!” you slowly turned to look at Stiles “the fuck are you going on about. No I didn’t. Stilinski lay off the weed-you’re losing brain cells” “you definitely did” “I definitely didn’t-how are you going to tell me who I had a sex dream about?” “wait who was it about then?” you bit your lip, shaking your head.

“So now we’re keeping things from one another?” “Stiles it’s not keeping things-you’re just dense and forgot” “well I need a reminder so I can make fun of you for it” “too bad Stilinski!” Scott laughed, grabbing his phone and texting the groupchat with just you, stiles, and him titled ‘the three blind mice’.

You grabbed your phone, reading the message and rolling your eyes, elbowing Stiles, motioning to your phone-showing him the screen. “It was about Isaac?” your eyes widened and your mouth dropped. “Stiles...when people text you something, you don’t fucking say it outloud!” Scott groaned, running a hand through his hair, shaking his head at Stiles.

“You had a sex dream about me?” you slowly looked over at Isaac, an awkward smile on your face “uhm-yes-but not recently-that’d be weird” “it was recent-it was like last month” “Stiles stop talking. You let Lydia tie you to your bed you bastard” he cleared his throat awkwardly when Isaac let out an ‘ohh-you’re that kind of guy’.

“y/n are you just going to avoid my question?” “Lahey fuck off” “I always knew you were into me” “I’m not into you, you prick” he laughed, and you growled. Scott’s eyes widened-so he stood up, and grabbed his keys “uh Stiles and I are gonna go get some food-uh yeah we’ll be back” with that it was just you and Isaac.

He stared at you, eyes trailing over your figure, stopping at your exposed legs-the shorts you had on left little to imagination-a direct contrast from the baggy hoodie you wore. “So you did have a wet dream about me” you shook your head, avoiding his gaze, looking down at your phone-spamming messages to Stiles and Scott. “What was it about?” you tried not to focus on his chemosignals-or the way his voice sounded-and the way his gaze felt like it was burning into you.

He moved from his seat, sitting next to you on the couch-grabbing the remote from between your thighs, letting his fingers brush against your skin for a moment. “So we’re not gonna talk about it?” “I don’t wanna talk about it Lahey.” “Why? You don’t wanna admit that you want me to fuck you?” your eyes widened at his bluntness. He leaned over, closer to your face.

“Lahey shut the hell up” “y’know it makes sense that you were fucking Raken, you were a lot nicer then-maybe you just need a little relief” you let out a deep breath, trying to ignore his breath against your ear and neck. “Or maybe I’m mean because I don’t sleep enough. Let’s use our thinking caps” he laughed, leaning closer, his lips a few millimeters away from your ear “I could put you to sleep”

He heard your breath hitch, he could smell your chemosignals-the arousal practically radiated off of you. You felt his lips against the side of your neck-peppering small kisses along the skin. You tried to ignore him-but you couldn’t. “Isaac-stop” he lightly grazed his teeth along your skin before pulling away. “Tell me what the dream was about and I’ll move” you bit your lip, looking down at your hands.

“We just-uh-y’know. It wasn’t all that” “you’re lying-your heartbeat skipped-so tell me the truth” his dominant tone brought heat to your face-and to your core. “What were we doing-what was I doing” you let out a slight whimper at his fingers lingering on your thigh.

“Isaac-” “I love the way you say my name” his lips were back on your neck, except this time you tilted your head, giving him more room. “Was it something like this?” his hand trailed further up your thigh, gently spreading them-then squeezing your inner thigh-making you whimper. “Or maybe like this” his teeth bit down on your skin-earning a moan from you.

His fingers moved towards your heat-you bit your lip resisting the urge to buck your hips. He was now licking and sucking marks into your skin, one of your hands in his hair-lightly tugging at the roots. “What happens next?” you gave in, your other hand on top of his, guiding it to your clothes heat “if you don’t tell me what to do-I won’t do it” you whimpered.

“Isaac-please” he smirked, kissing your skin again-except he moved his hand past your heat, traveling upwards, under your hoodie-feeling the warmth from your skin. You didn’t expect him to keep trailing his hand up-grabbing one of your breasts-massaging it. “Isaac-” “God-never stop moaning my name” “you’re a cocky asshole” your words were whimpers, making him smirk.

He moved away from you, helping you pull the hoodie off, tossing it on the ground, leaving you in a bralette and shorts. He got off the couch, standing in front of you, dropping to his knees. You watched him rub his hands against your thighs, trailing them upwards, tugging at the waistband of the shorts. “Take them off-please Isaac” with that he was pulling them down-alongside your panties.

You closed your legs once they were off-biting your lip, looking down at him. He slowly pulled them apart, trailing kisses against the skin. He looked up at you, getting closer and closer to your core-then he stopped. “You gonna tell me what happens next now?” you groaned “Isaac just fucking eat my pussy and shut the hell up” he laughed “there she is” with that he licked a stripe up your center, repeating the motion a few times before swirling his tongue around your clit. “Oh fuck-” “feel good hmm?” “yes-fuck isaac” your hands were in his hair, tugging at the strands, trying to grip something.

He wrapped his lips around your clit, sucking on it before moving back, spitting on it then taking it back in his mouth. He knew he was doing it for show-but he also knew how turned on you were right now. His tongue moved lower, teasing you-moaning against your center. “Please-fuck please” he stared up at you, taking in your facial expressions, the slight arch to your back, the way your lips were slightly parted while your eyes were shut.

Your moan was almost animalistic when his tongue started darting in and out of you at a fast pace-as if he was claiming you as his own. In the moment you were his-and this was his way of showing you that. He felt you bucking your hips, so he got even closer to you, one of his hands holding the top of your thigh-practically pinning you between the couch and him.

“Fuck me” your words dragged and he smirked, continuing his fast motions-lapping up all of your wetness-trying to collect every last drop of it. He loved the way you tasted, and the way you were practically dripping for him. He moved his tongue back up to your clit, flicking it at a fast pace before sucking on it again-making you moan louder and louder.

You didn’t expect two of his fingers to slide into your entrance, curling perfectly, hitting that velvety spot inside of you that made your toes curl while you all but begged for your orgasm. The coil in your abdomen getting tighter and tighter at the feeling of his mouth against your clit-fingers moving at a fast pace inside of you.

“I’m gonna cum-fuck Isaac I’m gonna cum” he slid a third finger into you-making you buck your hips, while he sucked on your clit. You felt the coil finally pop-your thighs shaking around him-your head fell back-your back arching against the couch. He moaned against you-but he didn’t expect you to squirt-however he let out a satisfied hum at the motion-his tongue lapping up your release before sliding back into your entrance.

He tongue fucked you-listening to your moans, feeling your hips buck against him. You were a moaning mess above him, the overstimulation already setting in while he kept his harsh movements up. When you were on the brink of another orgasm he used his fingers to rub against your clit, pushing you over the edge again.

Then he looked up at you, licking his lips. You were trying to catch your breath, your hands still in his hair-your wetness covering his chin. “Y’know usually I get to kiss the girl before I have her screaming my name” you blinked a few times, processing what he said “fuck you Lahey” “trust me-you will” your eyes widened, but he just stood up, picking you up like you were nothing, throwing you over his shoulder-smacking your ass before walking you back to your room then placing you on the bed.

“So how’d we fuck in your dream” you bit your lip again, not wanting to admit it. “If you don’t tell me-I’ll edge you all night” you watched him take off his shirt while kicking off his shoes-before unbuttoning his pants, staring at you. “You gonna answer my question?” you rolled your eyes, sitting up slightly, taking off the bralette-throwing it at him.

He watched you get on your knees, your face resting against your pillow-ass in the air-legs spread perfectly for him-and your arch. Seeing your arch made him moan. “Holy shit.” “Are you gonna fuck me or just stare at my pussy” his eyes widened at your words-taking off his pants and his boxers.

He stroked himself a few times, staring at you-the way you wiggled your ass slightly-the way your pussy was glistening-reflecting the golden hues from the fairy lights on the ceiling. Your wetness dripping down your thighs slowly-and the way you reached back with one of your hands, showing him more of yourself.

“Isaac-please-I need you to fuck me” your whiney tone made him blush-he never took you as the vulgar type-hell he never took you as anything but innocent. Sure you had a temper-but you were always so reserved around him-he would’ve never thought you’d be lying face down ass up begging for his cock. He was quick with his movements, grabbing your hip-before stopping for a second.

“I’m on the pill Isaac-now fuck me” with that he lined himself up with your entrance-moaning at the feeling of your wetness against him-then he bottomed out in one quick stroke-the motion making you scream-your eyes flashing for a second before going back to normal. He didn’t give you any time to adjust-instead he kept his movements up-his hips snapping into yours-listening to your animalistic moans.

“You’re so fucking tight-fuck” you nodded your head, moaning, gripping the sheets. He was bigger than you were used to-but you loved every second of it. You were a moaning mess-fighting the urge to scream. Feeling your body get pushed past your limits-feeling him fuck you harder than you’d ever been fucked before.

But it felt ethereal.

He gripped your hip, his fingers were holding onto you tight enough to leave bruises against your skin-but you didn’t care-you’d heal anyways. He shifted the angle slightly, moaning when he felt you clench around him. “Isaac-fuck-right there-right fucking there” He continously hit your g-spot, listening to your lewd moans, and cries.

You felt yourself getting closer and closer to another orgasm-and he sensed it. “You gonna cum again huh? Cum around my cock?” you nodded your head “yes-fuck yes” you moved one of your arms, trying to push him away-your orgasm coming too fast. Instead he gripped your arm, holding it behind your back, continuing his deep thrusts.

“You’re gonna fucking take it.” “please-isaac-fuck it’s too much” he laughed, his hips snapping into yours faster-you didn’t even think that was possible. You felt your eyes completely shift-but little did you know his did too.

When your orgasm hit you screamed his name, begging him for more-not realizing that you’d been begging. He let out a guttural moan, clenching his jaw, fucking you through your orgasm. Then he pulled out, moaning-seeing the way your juices coated his cock-the sight of your fucked out pussy making him smirk.

He leaned over, tongue back in your entrance, making you moan his name-the hand he was holding back now in his hair-while he lapped up your juices, then sucked on your clit for a few minutes. He pressed his tongue flat against your cunt-listening to you moan while he went back and forth between toying with your clit and tongue fucking you.

You all but cried when your next orgasm washed over you-coating the lower half of his face in your juices again. “You taste so fucking good” you nodded your head against the pillow, slightly out of breath. He pulled away, watching your hips fall-laying flat against your bed.

He helped you roll over, smacking your ass in the process. You lazily spread your legs, looking up at him with hooded eyes. He finally kissed you-your lips connecting-you moaned, tasting yourself. His lips were softer than you expected-one of your hands back in his hair. He realized you had a thing for his hair pretty quickly. But he liked the way you tugged it.

You weren’t even fighting for control-you let him have dominance over you-you liked it that way. His tongue explored the newfound territory and you moaned into the kiss-feeling his hand between your thighs, lightly rubbing your clit. He pulled back to catch his breath-but you bit his lower lip, making sure to tug it slightly before letting it go.

He trailed kisses down your jaw and onto your throat, moving down, kissing over your shoulders, biting into the skin-sure to leave a mark. Then he kissed between your breasts, moving to the right one, licking and sucking more marks into your skin-pulling your nipple between his teeth, hearing you moan at the feeling.

When he moved to your left breast your back arched slightly, feeling his fingers speed up against your clit. Your breath hitched and you closed your eyes, moaning his name alongside a few curses. He knew you were going to cum again-so he quickened his motions-bringing you to the edge-but as soon as you said “I’m gonna cum-fuck Isaac” he stopped-pulling his fingers back.

“You’re not cumming unless I’m using my mouth or my cock. You understand that?” you nodded your head, looking at him with hooded eyes. At this point you’d do anything for another orgasm. “Fill me with your cock then” he blushed slightly, before shaking his head and lining himself up with your entrance-easing his way in this time. But when you moaned “more” he bottomed out.

You had him wrapped around your finger and didn’t even know.

He didn’t bother with a slow pace-instead he grabbed one of your legs, resting your ankle against his shoulder, one hand on your thigh-the other reaching up, wrapping around your throat. You moaned at the feeling, gripping his forearm.

Then he started pounding into you with no remorse, the sounds of your whimpers and moans only motivating him to keep going. For the most part your eyes were closed while he fucked into you-relishing in the feeling. That was the thing about being a werewolf-you had a high sex drive.

He let out a loud growl-feeling his orgasm building up faster and faster. So he fucked you faster and faster-hearing you scream his name in a chant-clenching around him-you were greedy for more. You opened your eyes-looking up at him, feeling the blue glow take over your pupils. He bit his lip, looking at you-seeing the primal side of you taking over.

“Isaac! I’m cumming! Fuck I’m cumming-yes-yes-yes” he bit his lip looking down at you, seeing your eyes roll back, feeling you clench around him-coating him with your release. He let out another guttural moan, his eyes flashing, a loud growl leaving his chest while he came-the feeling of him coating your walls in his release was euphoric.

He stayed like that for a second-then he took his hand off your throat, grabbing your ankle-holding your leg up before slowly pulling out of you, listening to your whimpers. He smirked when he looked down at the mess the both of you made-his cock covered in the mixture of your orgasms, your fucked out pussy dripping with the mixture of his cum and yours.

“That’s so fucking sexy” you bit your lip, catching your breath-feeling your pussy dripping. You moaned when you felt him rub your clit more, trying to close your legs but he kept them open-his grip on your ankle tightened when he felt you try to move. “You’re gonna squirt again for me right?” his dominant tone made you nod your head “yes-fuck” your voice was low and your moans were raspy.

He slid two digits into your entrance, his thumb on your clit, his fingers against your g-spot while his thumb rubbed your clit. You felt your orgasm building up again-you were getting closer and closer. He moaned at the sight-feeling you clench around his fingers-sliding a third one into you. He kept his motions up, seeing your back arch and your eyes roll back, your orgasm flooding through you-taking over your senses-making you see stars.

Isaac let out an audible moan, watching you squirt, your thighs, his hand, and the bed under you were now an even bigger mess. “God I’m hard again” “So fuck me again” his eyes widened, not expecting that. “Are you sure you can take it?” you nodded your head, biting your lip “I’m a werewolf aren't I?” he dropped your leg, lining himself up with your sopping pussy, bottoming out again.

This time he leaned over, kissing you while his hips pistoned into you-knowing the perfect angle, feeling you clench around him. Your nails dug into his back-one of your legs wrapped around his waist while he fucked you.

“You’re so fucking pretty-fuck” you smirked, looking at him. “So-you think-I’m pretty?” your words were a mixture between a whimper and a moan. He rolled his eyes, kissing you again, swallowing your harsh moans-feeling your claws lightly dig into his skin-moaning at the sensation.

It was so raw, primal, and it was sending him closer and closer. He pulled away from the kiss, some of his hair sticking to his forehead, one of his hands on your waist, holding you down. You didn’t know his hips could move any faster-but they did-and you were chanting his name, lost in a world of euphoria.

“I’m close-fuck” “cum in me Isaac-please-fucking fill me” he kissed your shoulder, moaning against the skin while he kept his pace up-then he felt it. He bit down on your shoulder-the intensity of that mixed with the pleasure from his cock made you scream-your final orgasm taking over-making you see stars-lost in a world of pleasure that you’d never experienced before.

The two of you stayed like that for a few minutes, his head against your shoulder, your leg around his waist, hands against his back. He slowly pulled out of you, gently kissing your skin while you whimpered at the emptiness alongside the soreness.

“Was it as good as your dream?” you lightly hummed, feeling yourself drifting closer to sleep. “You gonna fall asleep huh?” you shook your head-but you knew you were lying. “You can’t even talk” “mm-fuck off lahey” your voice was raspy, making him laugh. He got off of you-taking a second to grab a towel from your bathroom, wetting it, then cleaning the mess up between your thighs-you hardly registered the motions.

By the time he laid down next to you, you were asleep. He smiled, wrapping an arm around you, nuzzling his head in the crook of your neck, and slowly drifting off to sleep with you.

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shey-elizabeth · 3 years

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His Good Boys

A Stetopher Week teaser for my upcoming fic, His Good Boys.

“Daddy!!” Stiles shrieks, his voice hitting a decibel that’s ear-splitting for the supernaturally sensitive.

“Shut! Up!” Chris shouts back.

Peter holds in a sigh and pinches the bridge of his nose. He should have seen this coming. Between college courses and work deadlines, his boys have been an anxious, sniping mess all week. Peter really should have expected Playtime to devolve into a fight if they were left unsupervised.

“Enough,” he says in his deepest, sternest “Daddy-voice”.

Tags are below the "keep reading." The fic is finished and waiting for posting on Sunday 10/31/21 at the end of Stetopher Week/Kinktober. I just couldn't wait any more to tease it!

Stetopher, DD/lb, ageplay, Daddy-kink, pseudo-incest, roleplay, consensual non-consent, explicit consent, safewords, established relationship, anal sex, oral sex, overstimulation, dirty-talk, mild humiliation, spit-roasting, light breath-play, Dom/sub, Daddy Dom Peter Hale, Good Peter Hale, middle Chris Argent, little boy Stiles Stilinski, heavy kinks but playful tone, smut with feelings, Kinktober 2021, Stetopher Week 2021, detailed warnings in author’s notes.

So, this fic is much fluffier than the tags make it sound, and I'm over-tagging to be safe. It's just a whole lot of smutty, very kinky, very consensual fun and syrupy feelings.

#his good boys #teaser for the fic #stetopher #stetopher week!#kinktober 2021 #i made a mood board #it took me 7 months to write 5k #cause I wanted it to be perfect #no clue if I succeeded #but I love the fic and I can't wait to share it next Sunday #there will be detailed warning in the notes #for anyone nervous about the heavier tags #i don't think you need to be nervous #but take care of yourselves!#can you tell I'm nervous about posting something so different?

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 4 years

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overstimulation — kinktober 2020

✦ pairing — Stiles Stilinski x Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 1.3k

✦ warnings — nsfw, smut vaginal fingering, oral sex (female receiving), overstimulation.

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You needed him. No matter how spoiled it made you sound, you despised not having Stiles’ attention when you were worked up.

You were aware that it was on purpose, that he was only teasing you with the goal of pleasing you later, but it drove you absolutely insane.

When you got home, you tried your best to keep your hands to yourself like he had told you earlier. Failing, you grabbed him by the neck and kissed him passionately.

Perhaps he was right and you needed to learn to be more patient.

He didn’t kiss back at first, huffing through his nose before turning his face away from you. “We had one rule.”

“We’ll try again next time,” you told him, lips brushing his jaw as you spoke. “I promise.”

Almost eight months of dating and he had yet to learn how bratty you could be. Or so you thought.

You tugged at his shirt yet he didn’t grant you the upper hand when you planted another kiss on his lips — warm and slow. You weren't the one seducing him, not anymore when there was no need and you deserved a taste of your own medicine.

Stiles gripped your jaw, deepening the kiss as he made you part your lips. Shoving his tongue into your mouth, he hummed as your own welcomed it.

The self-indulgence prompted him to pull away abruptly. He intended to take his time with you, to rile you up more than he knew you already were.

“Take your clothes off,” he instructed, giving your ass a playful spank as he parted from you.

You worked quickly, shedding item by item, and throwing them to the side with little care.

He ran his hands down along your body, lightly, barely touching you. The featherlike caress of his fingers was torture, a thrilling torture you didn’t want to be over.

Frustrated by your willingness to put up with it, Stiles dragged his hands over your skin, avoiding your core, barely resisting the urge to dip his fingers in.

He needed to take his time, to make you the pretty mess you allowed him to see the night you met.

You licked your lips, unconsciously, gazing at him in expectancy. Stiles had stopped playing coy around you by the time you had arrived at his place the night you met him, and although his cute face had been what drew you to him, you had to admit you were glad he wasn’t the innocent guy you had imagined.

After giving you a wet kiss, he nodded upward. “Get on the bed.”

Complying, you walked towards the mattress and kneeled on it, waiting for more instructions.

“Lay down. On your back.”

Picking a pillow, you placed it on the spot you calculated your spine would rest. You laid on your back, with your forearms draped over your belly.

“Are you comfortable, baby?” he asked, trailing the tips of his fingers down your thighs.

Your voice turned husky, “Yes.”

He placed his hands on your knees, spreading your legs apart. “Wet already?” he taunted you, betrayed by the smile that broke through his face.

Stiles bit down his bottom lip, hands rubbing along the inside of your thighs, painfully slowly inching closer to the apex.

You shifted to watch his movements, and he didn’t have the heart to forbid you from the heavenly sight. He had a better angle either way.

He was the one able to drink in the sight of your glistening labia, inviting him to do whatever he wanted. Stiles couldn’t decide what to do first, the array of options was too good for him to pick a favorite.

His fingers brushed along your slit, lightly teasing, careful not to touch your clit. Stiles found himself entranced by the sight of his digits coated in your slick.

Slipping, he rubbed your clit. You gave him an encouraging nod, silently asking for him just to fuck you with his fingers already. He hated the fact that you were enjoying the teasing when he was intending to make you crumble out of desire.

Stiles crumbled first, parting your labia to nudge at your pussy. You blurted a whine, feeling his fingers push into you.

Almost offended by the fact that he paused to let you adjust, you lifted your hips, pushing them against his fingers.

Giving you more, he curled his fingers inside you. In answer, you yelped, shifting to look solely at him. “Don’t stop,” you panted.

He gazed at you, spread wide open for him, ready to take everything he had to give you. And oh, did he have much to give you.

He enjoyed it — enjoyed you and taking his time. The warmth around his fingers, the slick dripping down to the back of his hand. Stiles could feel you come undone little by little.

He wasn’t sure who would get overwhelmed first, arousal threatened to take over his senses at the sight of your body already glistening by sweat. Sweat he felt the urge to lick off your skin.

A shudder broke through your body, wobbly legs pressing themselves together. And so Stiles quickened the pace of his fingering, putting his careful motions to the side.

Letting himself loose, relishing on the lewd sounds of his fingers curling inside your soaked walls, he moaned lowly.

You clenched on his fingers, coming down with eyes shut and head tilted back. He rubbed your trembling thigh with his free hand, attempting to soothe you as his fingers slowed down.

He withdrew his fingers from inside you, little by little, only to then drag them up to your folds, flicking his fingertip against your now swollen clit.

“You’re making a mess,” he observed, almost cruelly as he circled your clit.

Your hips jolted up, hand reaching to grip the first thing you found which was the sleeve of his t-shirt.

Stiles hovered over your torso, peppering kisses on your belly. He licked a stripe of sweat up to your chest, pressing his finger more firmly against your clit.

His tongue swirled your nipple at the same rhythm he stroke your clit, flicking at an exponentially quicker pace.

Your eyes rolled into the back of your head. You felt another orgasm run through you. He didn’t give you much breathing space, slipping his fingers back into your pussy.

He slid down your body, leaving a trail of open-mouthed wet kisses. His mouth latched onto your clit, teasing and tasting you, inhaling your smell — getting drunk in its musk. He sucked on your clit, harshly, until you buckled up against him.

Feeling you squirm, he laughed against your clit and barely pulled away. Stiles cooed loudly, “You’re doing so good.”

You writhed under him, whimpering in shock at how much you were being able to take.

He prodded your pussy with his tongue, pushing it deep into you while thumbing your clit at the same time.

Stretching his arm, he pushed two fingers into your mouth. Your tongue curled around his digits as you sucked on them as though you were starving, tasting yourself.

He thrust his fingers in and out of your mouth at the same time as he deliciously lapped at your folds, teasing your sensitive clit.

Muffling your cries by sticking another finger in your mouth, Stiles continued messily eating you out, ripping another orgasm from you just because he could. With a loud whine, you came again as his tongue fucked in and out of you at a relentless pace, hungrily so.

Giving you a tiny break, he went back up. Facing you, he kissed your cheek first, soothingly. You desperately twisted your face, kissing his lips.

He tasted your own self on your tongue which prompted him to groan into the kiss.

Stiles dragged his hands all over your body, cupping, gripping, caressing — picking up every tremor in your body, the body he seemed to have more control over than you.

You sucked on his tongue, wantonly moaning.

“One more, yeah?” he asked against your mouth.

You found enough energy to accept.

#stiles stilinksi x reader #stiles stilinski x plus size reader #stiles stilinski smut #stiles stilinski #teen wolf

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sterek-ao3feed-archive · 1 month

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An accountant and an omega

https://archiveofourown.org/works/54676477 by dancingonmoonlight Stiles is about to start college when a rabid alpha tries to eat him and Peter saves him. When Peter realises that Stiles is becoming an omega he sees a perfect opportunity to keep him safe and provide him with an alpha, he's a charitable sort. If that alpha happens to be his nephew who would surely be much more bearable with an omega keeping him happy, well that's just a merry coincidence. Stiles isn't too pleased to be locked in Peter's apartment waiting for this mysterious alpha to arrive. Even less happy when Peter strings him from the ceiling, aiming for Stiles to be "presentable" for the alpha. When said alpha turns out to be scorching hot with a dick that deserves to have sonnets written about it though he might not mind so much. Words: 6985, Chapters: 1/1, Language: English Fandoms: Teen Wolf (TV) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Categories: M/M Characters: Derek Hale, Stiles Stilinski, Peter Hale Relationships: Derek Hale/Stiles Stilinski, Derek Hale & Stiles Stilinski Additional Tags: Crack, (light), Rough Sex, Knotting, Begging, Overstimulation, Multiple Orgasms, Dom Derek Hale, Sub Stiles Stilinski, Mating Cycles/In Heat, Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Socially Awkward Derek Hale, Mildly Dubious Consent, (sitatuational but ultimately enthusiastic consent), Possessive Behavior, Derek Hale Has a Big Dick, Size Kink, Smut, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Alpha Derek, Omega Stiles, Top Derek Hale/Bottom Stiles Stilinski, Oral Sex, Rough Oral Sex, Boys Kissing, Mating Bites read it on AO3 at https://archiveofourown.org/works/54676477

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writingsbychlo · 4 years

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let me down slow (04)

word count; 8865

summary; you get your college acceptance letter, and you celebrate with stiles, before mitch really rewards you.

notes; y’all are gonna’ love it. just wait.

warnings; smut, public sex, car sex, overstimulation, exhibitionism, voyeurism, underage drinking.

With your bag swinging at your side, two jumpers tucked carefully into it and a letter held tightly in your hand, Stiles was talking your ear off a mile a minute through the phone as you finished the walk down the road towards his house. He was practically bursting at the seams to open his letter, and you told him that you were only minutes away, taking up a quick jog towards the house.

“Stiles, I am literally coming up the front drive, if you open that letter before I get in there, I’ll kick your ass.”

“Yeah, yeah, sure you will, you can’t even see me I’m so quick. Quicker than you apparently, because it’s taking you like two hundred years t-”

He cut himself off as you opened the front door, stepping inside and giving him a pointed look, a false scowl on your face as your brows raised, and you brought the device down from your ear to hang up, putting your phone into the back pocket of your jeans. Kicking the door shut behind yourself, you peeled off the jacket you had worn, taking a deep breath to calm your heart from the speed walking and sudden exertion burst of your jog at the end, before the smile you could barely suppress was making its presence known on your features once again.

“You got your letter?”

“Yeah, I did, baby!” You waved it up in the air, and he let out a series of hoots and hollers as your hands collided in high-fives. He held up his own, a more than excited look on his face. “Good thing I got mine first, you clearly have no patience.”

“What? When did you get yours?” A series of undignified sounds left him as you chuckled, toeing off your shoes and collapsing down on the couch.

“About two days ago, but I was waiting for you. I’m a good friend like that.” The words didn’t hurt you quite as much to say, and you didn’t even feel the familiar strike of pain when he mumbled ‘yeah, you are’, before pushing his letter into your hand.”

“I want you to open mine.” You looked between them both, the letters looking absolutely identical, and so you held yours out to him instead, and he plucked it from your fingers carefully. “We open each other’s?”

“Sounds good to me.”

You pushed your finger under the flap of the envelope, your heart racing in your ears, and you practically felt nauseous with anticipation. Stiles had a full body shake, practically vibrating as he stood there, and your moment was interrupted by that of another body circling the doorway and arriving by your sides.

“Thought I heard you, but how could anyone not with all the screaming going on in here?” Mitch’s eyes were twinkling with mischief at his comment, before Stiles was holding up your wrist and waving two white letters in his face so fast they probably appeared more like a blur, but he straightened up a little, seemingly excited as he figured out what he was looking at. “You got your application letters?”

He looked at the one in your hand, reading over Stiles’ name and humming as he thumbed at the familiar college logo in the top corner, having known for years that Stiles wanted to follow in his older brother’s footsteps and take law at the prestigious institution. He turned to Stiles next, looking over the front of the envelope he held, before turning back to look at you.

“You applied to Syracuse too?”

You weren’t quite sure how to read the look on his face, or the tone of his voice, but you didn’t have long to debate it, because only a second later, Stiles was commandeering the attention again as he prompted you to open the envelope in your hand. Sliding your thumb under the seal, you lifted up the flap, Stiles messily tearing open yours as he pulled it out and stared down at the letter in his hand, your eyes already flying over the words printed before you on the paper.

“Oh, my God! Stiles! You got in!”

“I got in?”

“You got in!” He threw his hands up in the air, screaming out his victory and the shakes across his body finally seemed to calm down, the two brothers sharing a hug. It wasn’t a typical manly hug, claps on the back and pushing one another away after a second. Stiles had his arms wrapped tightly around his brother, face pressed into the older boy’s shoulder and Mitch ruffled at the hair he’d finally grown out and held him back just as tightly, praising him wildly and letting out his congratulations for him.

When he finally pulled back, he met your anxious gaze, the letter belonging to him having been put down on the table beside you both as he held yours between nimble fingers. Reading over the words, you felt like you might actually pass out from holding your breath, before Stiles was looking back up to you, his face a neutral expression for only a second, before splitting open in one of the widest grins you’d ever seen.

“We’re going to Syracuse together!”

“Holy shit!” You didn’t even get a chance to let out the loud squeal you were keeping locked up, before Stiles was scooping you up in his arms, your feet leaving the ground from the impact with which his body collided with yours, and a fit of laughter was forced from you as the boy picked you up, spinning you around in a few circles as you clung to his shoulders before he finally put you down. “We both got in?” You took a minute to comprehend it, before you were looking down at the letters which now sat together, open on the table, before you were all but jumping up and down with the boy who’d been your best friend for years. “We both got in!”

The rush you felt was exhilarating, and you covered your face with your hands, dropping your head for a second as your fingers slipped up into your hair, taking a minute to process the news and calm down.

“I gotta’ go call dad! And Scott!” Stiles gasped, and you nodded quickly, watching as he disappeared from the room, bolting upstairs to his room, his bedroom door slamming shut only seconds later, and you were left alone with Mitch, your heart racing and cheeks aching from the size of the smile on your face.

He took a step closer to you, crowding you up into the back of the couch, your lower back meeting it as his hands found a place on either side of your hips, his body all but pressing to yours with how close he was leaning into you. Pressing your forehead to his, you let out a happy little sigh, before your hands were finding his shoulders, and you were pulling away to be able to look at him.

“You never told me you were applying to Syracuse.”

“I didn’t want to say anything unless I got in.” He hummed in acknowledgement, before his hand slipped up to find your waist, and he was pulling you in closer by your hips, your body pressing up to his, and you moved your arms to swing around his neck, until your noses were brushing when you moved, and he was smiling down at you softly.

“I’m goin’ to make good on that blanket permission thing now.”

“Good.” You moved with him, your mouths meeting in the middle, a sweet kiss shared between you both as he tipped his head to the side, changing the angle between you and fitting your bodies together even more perfectly. His tongue traced along your lower lip, teasing at you until you parted them for him, and he groaned under his breath as your tongues finally dragged together, his hands squeezing a little tighter as you hips, before his arms were sliding around you more securely.

“We should celebrate. I can think of a few things I know you like, that we can definitely bring out in celebration.”

“Oh, yeah?” You dragged his lower lip between your teeth, feeling his body shake as a shudder ran along him at the sensation, a breathy sound making itself known in the back of his throat when you released it, and he was diving back in to press your mouths together again. It was deeper this time, long and slow, leaving you head spinning each time he pulled back for another breath, his hands slipping lower on your body and yours sliding up his hair as the world around you both slipped away.

It wasn’t until you heard the slamming of a bedroom door again that the two of you remembered where you were, and the company you held, snapping apart quickly with bashful looks, and he back away from you, smoothing down his hair at the back from where you had only seconds ago been pulling at it as he kissed you until your knees felt weak.

Stiles was bolting down the stairs, and you leaned back against the couch, using it to support yourself as you ducked your head, licking at your lips and hoping you didn’t look as flushed and flustered as you felt, your best friend clapping his hands and grinning at you both, entirely unaware of the tension he had walked into.

“So, we should celebrate, but we have to save the real celebrating for when everyone else gets their letters, so just for us, how about ordering food and making a night of it?” He looked at you for approval, but was already nodding, a beam on his face as he knew you wouldn't turn it down, and the second you had confirmed your agreement, of his plan, he was making his way into the kitchen to find all the leaflets.

“You’re joining us, right?”

Mitch’s eyes widened a little, looking between you and the direction his brother had disappeared, before his lips parted. “This is you and Stiles time. You sure you want me there?”

“Definitely.” You made your way to your bag, pulling out the two freshly washed sweaters he’d left you, that you had gotten all possible use out of that you could. “I brought these back for you, washed and folded and everything.”

He plucked the second one he’d left you with from your arms, but left the Syracuse one sitting in your hands, before glancing over his shoulder. When he turned back, he tipped your chin up with one finger, daring to lean in and place a short but sweet kiss to your lips, leaving you pouting and chasing after him when he pulled away, before you huffed out and stepped back, trying to keep your composure. “Keep the Syracuse one, consider it a graduation present.”

He winked at you as you cuddled it closer to your chest, nodding before tucking it back into your bag and covering it up, zipping it up tightly so that Stiles wouldn't accidentally see it later on. The pair of you followed after Stiles, finding him already sitting at the counter with a drink, texting rapidly on his phone with the various menus spread out around you both, and Mitch looked over them all, considering the options before gathering them back up.

“Why don’t we go out to eat somewhere?”

Stiles paused his typing, looking up over the edge of his phone and narrowing his eyes at his brother, before hitting send on whatever message he’d been constructing and putting the device face down on the countertop. “You wanna’ celebrate with us?”

“I have nothing better to do, and I certainly think you should be doing something other than what you do every Friday night to make the most out of getting into college. It’s a big deal.”

An idea flashed through your mind, and you let out a gasp, tapping at the counter with your hand as Stiles and Mitch both turned to look at you. “We could go to that fancy Italian place we pass by all the time and say we want to try!”

“Yes!” He held his fist out, and you bumped yours against it, before Mitch was putting the well-worn collection back into the drawer it lived in, and Stiles was getting up from his seat and bolting away to put on what he termed his ‘fancy flannel’. Looking down at yourself, you deemed it to be a reasonably acceptable outfit. After all, it wasn’t really all that fancy, it was just more than you and Stiles could afford to eat at on a regular basis, and therefore, made it ‘fancy’.

Mitch had left the room, finding his car keys and grabbing a jacket from the coat hooks, and Stiles came dashing back down the stairs, reaching for his keys after swiping your hand in his and pulling you towards the door.

“Stiles, I’m driving. I am not getting in that jeep. It smells weird.”

The younger brother’s jaw dropped, and you covered your mouth to hide the snicker you let out at the words, and Stiles snatched up his keys, a face like thunder as he glared at Mitch. “The jeep is classic, and your car smells.”

“My car smells like fresh pine and berries because I know what air freshener is, and my car has been cleaned since it was bought.” Both of them turned to look at you, the two almost identical men staring at you with a pointed look, and you pursed your lips in an attempt to hide your amusement at the situation, before eventually turning to Stiles.

“Sti, if Mitch drives, then you could fill up a flash with your dad’s whiskey and we can sneak in our own drinks.” His eyes seemed to sparkle at the idea, and only a second later, he was dropping his keys back into the dish and ruffling his hair as he walked past you, complimenting you on your ‘street smarts’ and waffling on to himself as he went to do just that.

“You’re like the Stiles whisperer.”

“Distraction is the key.” You teased, and he held open the door for you, flicking the latch on so that once Stiles left, the door would be locked tight until either they, or their father, returned home.

“Maybe it’s just your pretty face that does it.”

“Are you telling me that if I asked you nicely, you would ride in the jeep?” You held your hand to your heart in mock-shock, and he chuckled, the lights flashing on the dark SUV as you both made your way across the garden towards it, slowly.

“I’d do a lot for you, if you asked nicely.”

You hummed under your breath, moving towards the passenger seat instinctually, but Stiles emerged into the garden with a flourish, screaming ‘shotgun’ at the top of his lungs so loudly you were sure people two blocks over flinched too, and you glared at him, but gave in, deciding that you could pick your battles, and since he’d surrendered the jeep, you’d let him have the front seat. Hopping up into the back instead, you clipped yourself into the middle seat, and leaned forwards between them both as the car started up, and Stiles began to list off to his brother instructions on how to get to the location.

You were seated in a booth, Mitch on one side, and Stiles crammed in beside you on the other, menus coming to lay out before each of you as settled into the comfortable leather, and you peeked around in awe. They weren’t that busy, the evening rush yet to come in as the three of you came somewhere between lunch and dinner, and yet the atmosphere was still lively and buzzing with energy.

You went for a simple dish, a plate of lasagna, with a coke to accompany it. Stiles chose a chicken and bacon carbonara, and also a garlic bread that was a size too big for him to eat alone, but he was insisting that he would eat it anyway, and Mitch had ordered a spinach and ricotta cannelloni. The three glasses of pop arrived, and the second the waitress had slipped away with your order, Stiles had pulled all three to the centre of the table, slipping a helping of whiskey into each one and stirring them with the straws before passing them back out, and you shared a look with Mitch, shrugging at the fact that Stiles actually had the husper to do it.

The conversation quickly revolved around Stiles firing off more questions than you could count to his brother about college life, particularly at Syracuse, and stampeding into the next one before he even had the answer to the first. You sipped on your drink, trying to contain your smirk as half of the answers you were getting were from the same conversation you’d had only days prior while wrapped up in the older brother’s arms as he told you everything you had wanted to know, while rubbing your back and holding you close.

Once Mitch had finished his drink, he refrained from anymore, knowing that he had to drive, and after two, you decided it was enough too, and so Stiles finished the rest himself. It didn’t slow down his mouth or mind at all, but it did slow his body, and so he didn’t fidget with absolutely everything in sight, just his cutlery and the buttons of his shirt. The basket of breadsticks in the centre of the table dwindled down until there was nothing left but crumbs, and you were more than eager when the plates were finally placed on the table.

Reaching a foot out under the table, you looped your ankle around Mitch’s, Stiles not noticing either of your lingering gazes on one another as he paused in his cutting of his food, watching you carefully and flicking his gaze over to Stiles, before looking back to you. Twisting his foot and rearranging himself a little, he moved so your legs could sit wrapped together a little easier, his lips pulling up at the sides to form a subtle but soft smile, and for the rest of the meal, your legs were locked together.

The gazes didn’t stop either, it was like you couldn't help but look over at him, whether his eyes were on you or not, you wanted to take him in. The way he smiled when talking to his brother and listening to his stories, putting up with his erratic nature in a way that few people could, or the way his jaw moved every time he took a sip from a glass and made your mouth go dry as your thoughts blanked for just a moment each time.

In the times you weren’t looking at him, or looking at each other, you could sense his eyes on you. Like a heavy weight, it made the hair on the back of your neck stand up and goosebumps move along your body, in all the best ways. You liked the way it made you feel when he looked at you, liked the confidence that would burst through you each time. You knew he wanted you, and that he thought you were attractive, and that he never wanted to pick out your flaws. He never made you feel like anything less than beautiful, and you’d noticed that he made a habit out of telling you each time you were together, and so you felt almost powerful under his lingering stares each time.

Dessert was where things had really become interesting. At some point, the waiter came back over and lit the candle in the middle of the table as the light outside began to fade, and the evening crowd had begun to gather. The restaurant had got louder and a live band had begun to play, and for the first time in a long time, you were having an amazing night with your best friend, where your feelings for him were entirely ignored and irrelevant. They didn't even flitter across your mind.

You didn’t have to struggle not to reach out and hold his hands, and you didn’t stare at him endlessly, having to remind yourself to look away before he noticed. It was liberating, and freeing, and you were rejoicing just in the feeling of not having to feel guilty for the want of your heart.

You ordered three different desserts, but had asked for extra plates, crumbs littering the table cloth and making a mess around you all as you split the sweet treats and swapped plates around, each getting to try all three as you chose your favourites, before you were sitting back, entirely stuffed and utterly satisfied with the meal, and your server seemed more than happy with themselves when they brought the bill over.

You left them a generous tip, which didn’t take much convincing of the boys, because you were absolutely certain that they’d seen Stiles slipping booze into his drinks, and turned a blind eye once they realised you were celebrating and so you wanted to compensate them for their kindness. They also went with your every whim, which included boxing up Stiles’ leftover garlic bread and adding extra breadsticks when he asked, and serving you up the desserts with extra tableware when you’d made the request.

It had been a perfect night, which had dragged on and on even after you’d paid, the three of you sitting around happily discussing anything and everything you could think off, but once the food was out of the way and the seductive nature of the night crawled in, the tension between you and Mitch was once again growing.

You could feel it, from the way he would surreptitiously drag his eyes over you slowly, or the way he'd rub at his jaw slowly, long fingers scratching at his facial hair in a way that he knew made you head spin, and so you shifted or him equally, leaning over the table and resting your head on your hand, your elbow pushing up against your breasts and making them swell at the neckline of your shirt, and he in turn licked over his lips and nibbled on them until the were red and plump just from the sight.

You didn’t leave until the restaurant was closing up, Stiles slumping and calling the back seat as he yawned, your trio making a slow path towards the car, and the plaid-clad boy slumping down across the backseat and resting his hands under his arms, the safety belt slung across his body so that he could stay on the plush leather even if he fell asleep and rolled.

You played the music quietly, your hands clasped in your lap as you avoided reaching out to take Mitch’s in you own each time he switched gears, and you could tell he was reissing the same urges, the wish to reach out and reset a hand on your upper thigh obvious, the way he did every time you drove now being ignored as he kept a white knuckles grip on the steering wheel. You didn’t talk, but you did occasionally glance back with a fond smile into the backseat, words never being exchanged until you were leaning over the chair to nudge your best friend back to consciousness, and he awoke with a befitting flail, sitting up with messy hair and a slightly drool-damp cheek, wiping at his eyes and looking around.

“I slept the whole way home?”

“Well, did you get much sleep last night?” You pointed out, and he thought back, face scrunching up a little before he shook his head, wiping a hand over his face and slapping at his cheeks lightly to wake himself up.

“Do you need me to take you home?”

“Nah, Mitch can take me, right?” You turned to look at him, and he smirked to himself at the innuendo in your words, ensuring only you would see him as he continued to face forwards in his seat, glancing at the boy in the back via the mirrors.

“Yeah, I’ll take you.”

Stiles nodded, none the wiser as he leaned between the seats, pressing a kiss to your cheek, and bumping his forehead against his brothers temple and patting his chest from behind the seat in the laziest gesture of a hug you’d ever seen, but you figured you could excuse it, what with how tired he actually must've been. Letting himself out of the car, he patted the sides of the vehicle, and Mitch unclipped himself as he watched his brother stumble, taking his car keys from the ignition and promising he’d be back in a minute, before jogging up the dark driveway after his siblicing and slinging an arm over his shoulder.

He struggled to unlock the door, what with holding up the deadweight of Stiles and trying to navigate a key in the lock, but he managed it, much to your amusement, and the pair disappeared inside of the house. You watched each light flicker on one by one as they made their way through, lingering in Stiles’ room for almost ten minutes, before you watched the curtains be drawn closed by a positively exhausted looking Mitch, just from dealing with Stiles, and then the lights went off in order once again, before Mitch was stepping back out of the door, his eyes meeting yours as he locked it once again, and he shook his head as he made his way back over to the car.

“You ready to go?”

“Yeah, but first, I’ve been waiting all evening to do this.” You turned to him, brows furrowed and lips parted to ask him what he meant, but you didn't get a chance before a large hand was closing over your jaw, and a wet mouth finding yours as he kissed you deeply, his tongue slipping straight out and between your cheeks to tangle with you own in a playful collision. Sitting up further, you strained against the seatbelt you’d never bothered to remove, pushing into him eagerly as you reached out, clinging to any part of him you could reach in a bid to pull him closer, before you remembered your environment, and snapped away, reluctantly.

“What if Stiles sees?”

“He’s out cold, fell asleep half-way up the stairs and I had to carry him the rest of the way.” He grinned, the chuckle he let out washing warm air over your cheeks, and you couldn't help it when your eyes fluttered shut, your mouth drawn back to his like magnets pulling one another closer. It was instinctual, the way you craved him, the way you felt sunshine bursting through you in every place he touched.

He was like a drug, one you were wholly and entirely addicted to, he had you by the throat and did not plan to let go anytime soon, and you didn’t want him to.

“God, you have no fucking idea what you do to me.”

“I think I have a pretty good one, actually.” Your voice cracked as you spoke, barely able to words out through gasps for breath as his darkening eyes met yours and only seconds later he was diving back in, all teeth and tongue, a sloppy kiss with nipping and his hand in your hair to pull you head back, so that he could drag that sme sinful mouth over your jaw and down to your neck, until you were squirming in your seat and panting out his name just from the way it felt when his tongue lapped at your skin. “Not here, not here.”

He pulled back, cheeks flushed and eyes burning with desire, leaving you all but shaking as you looked at him, before you were letting out a low curse and pulling him back into you, a growl silenced by your mouth as you pressed more needy kisses or his lips that he was more than happy to return.

It wasn’t until you were lightheaded and your lungs were burning for air that you detached from him once again, lips stinging with the endurance and ferocity of your affections, but it was a tingle that spread along your entire body and left you feeling electrified.

“You’re incredible. God, you’re so fucking pretty. I wanted to hold your hand and kiss you today, I wanted your body pressed up beside mine in the booth so that I could have my arm around you all evening, so that I could feel you with me. I wanted all of your attention, I wanted you laughing at my jokes and looking at me and I didn’t want to hide my feelings for you.” He was panting as he spoke out the confession, and you pressed your forehead to his as your eyes fluttered shut and the lump of emotion formed in the back of your throat. “Is that selfish?”

“Yes.” He sighed out at your words, moving to pull back, but you held him where he was, pressing moving to press a kiss to his cheek, stubble brushing at your lips and delivering a delicious friction as he leaned into the touch and let out a needy sound. “But I wanted the same things, so I don’t care if it was.”

“You’re going to drive me insane, kitten.”

“That’s okay, I’ll like you just as much anyway.”

He leaned in, chasing your lips again, but you pulled away from him, the windows in the car having fogged up a little from your activities and you were boiling over with heat, but he let out a grumble as you pulled away, before he was flopping back into his own seat and running a hand through his hair, pulling a laugh from you as the word ‘tease’ slipped from his lips with absolutely no venom, but pure affection.

The engine rumbled as you took up motion once again, and you leaned in towards him, head lolling on the seat as he reached out a hand to sit on you thigh, clasped tightly onto the muscle, and you dragged a finger along each vein in his forearm slowly, tracing it up until it disappeared into his bicep, and you never missed the looks he would cast down at you. The music was soft and slow, a collection of simpler tunes that the pair of you had constructed together during one afternoon via a video chat, after claiming you needed some more relaxed songs to play while the two of you were talking, and it felt like it fit the mood perfectly now.

His fingers were gripping the steering wheel fiercely, the same grip on your thigh, so hard you’d have five little purple marks in the morning, but it drove you wild to know how much he craved you, how tightly he would hold you, how much he cared, and so you didn’t have a will in the world to stop him.

“Mitch?”

“Yeah, kitten?”

“When I come to Syracuse in the fall, will we be like we are now, or are we going to go back to the way we were before?” He slowed down a little, meeting you curious but vulnerable gaze and holding it for a few seconds, before raising up the hand that had been on your thigh hand curling it around you at an awkward angle but enough to be able to hold the side of your head delicately, and pull you close enough that he could press a kiss to your temple without having to take his eyes off of the road.

“Baby, at this point, I don’t think we could go back to that even if we tried. You’re buried way too deep within me now.”

You pressed a kiss to his shoulder, the words warming you from the inside out and shooting down to the very core of your being. “Mitch, pull over.”

“Why? What’s wrong?” He flicked his indicators on despite his protest of your words, the empty roads giving him no hesitation in swerving off of the lanes to park up haphazardly on the side of the dark tracks, and he turned to look at you, wide eyes as he watched you unbuckle yourself from your seat. “What is it?”

“I really don’t think I can make it home before fucking you. I need you now. I need you to show me how much you care.”

“Holy shit, here?” You nodded, reaching out to him as he grabbed your hand at the wrist, smirking at the whimper you let out as he prevented you from touching him, and he shook his head a little.

“I want to ride you, right here. I need it.” You moved again, brushing your fingers over the bulge in his pants, the half-hard cock he’d held all night, since the lustful moment you’d shared before ever going out for the celebratory meal. He seemed to consider the proposition, his eyes glinting with a kind of look that made your body quiver beneath it, his tongue poking out to lick over his lower lip slowly before he was fixing you with one of the cheekiest looks you’d ever seen.

“No.”

Your jaw gaped, and you began to try and form sentences in your head, but he was removing himself from the seat, out of the door and slipping away in the darkness to round to your side, before yanking the door open and twisting your body towards him. Pulling you until you were barely perched on the seat, he parted you thighs, moving himself to be able to stand between them, and he dragged his tongue along the spot on your neck that he was oh-so-familiar with now, the patch that made you cry out his name when he bit and sucked at it.

“You’re so fucking dirty. Gonna’ fuck me out here, on the side of the road where anyone could see us. Filthy. If we’re doing that, we’re doing it right. I‘ve been thinking about fucking you over the hood of my car since the day you came over while I was checking the engine, and you leaned against the side in that little dress that barely contained your tits and was a little bit too short to be considered entirely modest.”

He was working on leaving a particularly large mark on your skin, one you’d have to put effort into covering up, but with the way his hands were moving across your body and the way it felt when the hair lining his face scraped your skin, only to be soothed by gentle kiss and laps of his tongue seconds later, you had nothing within you that wanted to stop him.

The words broke through your haze, cracking it enough to grant you a little clarity, and you pulled his head up to look at him as he stared right back at you, more lust than you’d ever seen on his face before.

“That was last summer, when you came home to visit, before we started this whole thing.”

He nodded, his lips dragging over yours in a desperate kiss, as he took a minute to formulate his feelings into words. “Never said the first time we fucked was the first time I had thought about it, always felt guilty for thinking about another girl when I had Katrina, but we’d started drifting by then, couldn’t help it that my mind was wandering.”

Your frenzied mind was understandable in wake of the revelation, and he paused, studying you carefully for you reaction, and you tightened your legs around his waist, pulling him in closer to you and looping your arms around his neck to hold yourself to him as tightly as you could.

“Please, say something.”

“I remember that day.” He grinned ducking his head a little when your hand came up to brush his hair back out of his face, intimate despite the heat of the moment, and when he looked back at you his cheeks held a pink tint to them. “You were just my best friend’s older brother, but you looked so good, I couldn’t help it. You had no shirt on, and you were covered in grease, and your hair was all messy. You were sweaty, and dirty, and it was exactly like something out of a bad porno, but I didn’t care because you looked so good.”

His hands pushed under your ass, scooping you up and pulling you out into the cold of the night, a welcome breeze washing over you and cooling you right down, from the tender heat that was covering you as the tension built up. He set you down on the edge of the hood, your feet barely reaching the ground as he pressed you into the metal, arms around your waist as you dipped back, his body following yours.“I’m going to take you apart one day, piece by piece, slowly, until you don’t know how to handle it anymore. But that isn’t tonight.”

“It’s not?”

“No, that’s for another time. Tonight, I’m going to bend you over the hood, and then I’m going to fuck you so good you’ll be screaming out, you’ll never forget the way my cock feels inside of you, you’ll never be able to be with anyone else the same way. I’m going to ruin you for everyone else, and you’re still going to be able to feel the way I’ll hold you tonight for days to come.” His lips brush your ear as he spoke, tucking hairs away behind it innocently as though he didn’t just break you down to a mess of arousal and need just from his words.

“Oh, God, Mitch..”

“I got you, baby. Don’t worry.” He eased his hands down your body, popping the button on the front of your jeans and dragging the zipper down slowly. “I bet you’re dripping wet for me, huh? I think you’re soaked, ready for me already, aren’t you?”

You lifted your hips when he moved to inch the fabric down, taking your panties with them as the stiff material bunched around your thighs, and he sunk down to his knees, dragging the bundle further and further down, until he was freeing your feet of you shoes and dragging the clothing that had been covering the lower part of your body with them. Kissing his way back up your body slowly, he placed a harsh bite to the inside of each thigh, rubbing his thumb over the indents once he was satisfied, and you let out a cry of his name as you collapsed back against the car for support.

When he was standing over you once again, he lifted your chin up delicately with one hand, your mouths brushing together in scarce kisses, as the other hand nudged your legs apart, cold fingers swiping across your heat, and you let out the most desperate noise you had ever made for him as he swirled through the juices you had released. “Is this all for me?”

“Fuck, yes, all yours.”

“Tell me who made you wet, tell me that I did. I want to hear you say it. Not Stiles, not any of those guys that leave those comments on your Instagram posts that drive me wild, but me.” He dipped two fingers into you easily, your arousal practically dripping down his hand already as he set a rhythm, pumping slowly in and out of you as he stretched you out, dragging his knuckles against your entrance each time, just to hear the whine you let out as he did.

“You affect me like nobody else ever has, Mitch. You came into my life and flipped it upside down, and I love it. You make me wild, and spontaneous, and you make me feel free. I need you, I need you now, please! You’re all I want, all I need.” He pulled his fingers from you, sucking the digits into his mouth as he watched you carefully.

“Do you mean it?”

“Every word.” You confirmed, and he released the digits, pulling you into a sloppy kiss that conveyed every unspoken word between the two of you. Your hands went to the buckle of his belt, tugging it open with frantic jerks until you could get it free from it’s loops, his own hands popping the button, and you pushed down the material, until they were pulled taut around muscular thighs, his leaking cock springing up in the cold air, a hiss leaving him at the contrast.

Long fingers wrapped around himself, your gaze fixed on the sight of him slowly fucking up into his fist, the occasional swipe of his thumb to rub acros shis head, smearing the arousal he was realsing each time. “Wallet, kitten. Get my wallet.”

His head was tipped back, and you leaned into him, pressing you mouth in a collection of kisses along the exposed column of his throat as you reached for his jeans, pulling the worn leather pouch from the back pocket, and fishing through it for the emergency condom that he was replacing an awful lot nowadays. Tearing it open, you allowed the wrapper to flutter down onto the metal beside you, sitting there discarded with the open wallet, and you rolled the rubber onto him slowly, a lazy smile on his face as he watched you do so.

“Good girl. Now, turn around and bend over for me.”

You did as told without hesitation, bracing yourself over the curve of the car as your breath fogged up on the metal with each hot breath you panted out. Lining himself up behind you, one quick thrust had him sinking hilt deep within your walls, his name a cry on your lips as he filled you up in a perfect fit, your cries of bliss sounding out in harmony around you both.

The cold air around you both seemed to crackle with the energy that was sparking between you, his hands finding you hips as he leaned over, rolling his hips in circles but never beginning to set his rhythm, teasing you as you pushed back into him, trying to get him to move in the way you want, but he only chuckled into your skin as he leaned dove you back. Delicate kisses were placed along your spine, getting wetter and dirtier each time, until his chest was flush to your back, and he was moving his mouth out and along your shoulder, before sealing his lips around a certain spot, and sucking harshly.

You pressed your forehead to the cool metal of the car, hoping it would do something to quell the fire burning within you, an inferno raging throughout your body and crawling along every nerve you had until you were lit up like a bonfire, a burning desire for him, and him only. “Mitch, please!”

He cooed, dragging his tongue slowly over the patch he’d been sucking at and nibbling, before kissing the spot delicately and standing back up to his full height, his hands smoothing back down you sides to your hips, tickling you as they ghosted over your ribs and waist, before he was settling them in a comfortably firm grip.

Pulling out in one swift movement, he moved until only the head of his cock remained within you, your walls pulsing and throbbing, begging to draw him back in, and he let out a sound mixed between a low growl and a contented sigh, and rocked his hips back into yours so firmly that your body jolted formwards,and you scrabbled to find purchase against the car, trying to hold yourself up as your clothed torso slid along the vehicle, hips slamming into it and you eyes rolling back.

“Like that, kitten?” He repeated the motion, once, twice, picking up speed with each one until you were crying out with need every time, your jaw hanging open and nothing but babble left you every time, vague sounds that resembled his name and some forms of begs for more, which he was happy to indulge you in. He was fucking into you hard, and fast, your hips slamming into the side of the vehicle each time, your loud moans of wanton pleasure called out into the open to echo along the deserted road. The thrill of getting caught, the idea that someone else may drive along these lonely roads in the late hour, the off chance someone may catch the two of you was exhilarating. You felt reckless and dangerous, adrenaline surging through your system with every time his hips met yours, the sounds of skin clapping with skin drowned out by your sobs of bliss and his grunts and growls in ecstasy.

You took one another to new heights, the chemistry between you both making every punch of his cock into you feel like nothing anyone had ever felt before, earth shattering pleasure passing over you both each time as you became lost in the movements. Propping yourself up on your hands sweaty palms slid against the sleek surface, but you managed to hold yourself up, pushing back to meet him each time, the flurry of movements between you both making him hit deeper within you each time.

He was right, you’d still be able to feel his phantom touch in every place that he skimmed over you, the feel of being stretched wide around his cock was only the half of it, but the intoxicating feeling of his mouth on your skin, or the seductive glide of his fingers over you in ways that made your shiver, it all served to haunt your dirtiest desires and filthiest dreams in the future.

“I’m close. Oh, fuck, I’m so close.”

“Me too, sweetheart, I know. You can cum, show me what you got. I’ll make it worth it, I promise.” He continued to whisper the sweet nothings in your ear, wrapping an arm around you from you newer and upright angle, a two fingers from his other hand slipping into you mouth in a way that had sex-sodden nostalgia rolling over you in waves. You sucked at them tightly, giving them the same treatment that you would his cock, and he knew it too, from the sound he made into your ear that was almost enough to catapult you right over the edge just from the sounds of it.

His rhythm was growing messy, stuttering hips and erratic pulses in his movements told you he was nearing his peak too, and those spit drenched digits were pulled from your mouth with an audible ‘pop’, before soon finding a home rubbing rapid patterns into your neglected clit. The stimulation of the swollen bead was enough to finish you, a broken sob sounding out as a scream, your whole body shaking violently as one of the most powerful orgasms you'd ever had washed over your body and left you entirely wrecked.

He came only moments after you did, higher pitched noises and cracking voice telling you that this round had ruined him in the sae was it had destroyed you, his sweaty body collapsing down over you, the fabrics of your shirts sticking to you in every patch, and he held you to him tightly, shaking and letting out praises into your ear as he tried to gain any form of clarity once again.

You took the initiative, using shaky arms to stand yourself up, stumbling a little on legs that felt like jelly as he took a step back, pulling out of you. He caught you after your stumble, holding you to his chest in a tight hug, and you held onto him just as tightly, taking a second to gain your strength. “That was one of the best times we’ve ever had.”

He laughed against your ear, nodding and humming, before he was pulling back and tucking himself into his pants. You leaned back against the car, a dopey smile on your face and exhaustion seeping into your body, nothing but adoration and joy surrounding you. “Let's get you home, sweetheart.”

You nodded into him, but made no effort to move as you watched him fix his belt and scoop up his wallet to put it back in the back pocket of his jeans. You sighed, pushing yourself up a little and leaning down to the floor to collect your clothing, pulling your panties back on first, followed by your jeans. The material had grown cold from it’s time abandoned in the grass, sending a shiver along your spine as you searched for your boots, pulling them on one at a time and preparing yourself for the journey home.

He made to round the car, but with a handful of his shirt, you brought him to a stop for just a second, pressing a short kiss to his lips before letting him go, and the brightness of the smile he gave you ins response for the small action was enough to make you think dawn had arrived early, lighting up your world with beautiful colour.

Mitch’s hand was in yours as soon as the car had started up again, and he was pulling it up to his mouth to press kisses along you knuckles, your head rolling to the side a little bit as the two of you pulled back out onto the road and set off on the rest of the drive, happy silence sitting between you both as your eyes drifted shut a little in the joyous atmosphere sitting between you both.

When you finally made it back to your house, you were half in and out of your sleep, and you were roused back to full consciousness by the soft squeezings of your hand, and gentle fingers running up and down your arm, shaking you into awareness delicately. You had stayed for a further fifteen minutes, sharing tender kisses with him as the two of you prolonged the time you had, sneaking around making it hard to get the kind of long moments you wanted with one another, and when you eventually pried yourself away from him, it was with dragging feet and and drooping eyes that you found yourself making you way up the garden to your home

You had the front door unlocked and the keys back into your bag when you felt warm hands closing on your waist. Spinning you around, the face you adored so much was peering at you once again, before you were being dipped backwards by an arm around the waist and held close, a long kiss being pressed to your lips, a squeak sounding from you and dying in the connection between you as his mouth moved with your own in a passionate connection.

When he pulled back, it was barely, your mouth still craving to be locked with his own, but you took a gasping breath, looking up at him as his eyes fluttered open.

“What was that for?”

“I wasn’t ready to let you go yet.” His confession made you heart ache for him, and you pulled him in close, wrapping yourself up in his arms, a hug that made you feel like the earth had stood still on its axis, stopped spinning for a second and pausing time so that you could enjoy this moment a little longer. “I want to take you out, on a real date, if you feel like you want that, too?”

He was giving you an out; out of the agreement, out of your feelings, out of any commitment before it got too far, but you didn't want to take it. Instead, you leaned into him a little further, pecking his cheek and rocking back onto your feet as he followed you, stepping closer to you still to keep you within his arms. “I’m free on Saturday night.”

“Saturday works perfect for me. It’ll be the best date you’ve ever been on.” You had no doubt that he’d keep his word, and you were already filling up with excitement at the prospect of it. He let out a sigh, before releasing you and stepping away, offering you a flick of his lips in a smile. “I hate having to let you go, when we scarcely even had any time at all. I don’t like leaving.”

“Then stay.”

The words had left your mouth before you could even stop them, but you didn't regret them or take them back, his eyes widening in shock, and you shrugged at him as his brows asked the silent question.

“I just want to fall asleep with you by my side.”

“What about your parents?” He mumbled, but was already searching for the keys to his car, locking the vehicle from where it was parked on the side of the road, and you laced your fingers back with his, pulling him into the dark and quiet house, silently.

“I don’t care, I just want to be with you tonight.”

“Then I’ll stay.”

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