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#the things i do for her 🙄
murdrdocs · 8 months
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taking a bath w stiles … [inspired by this] references to sex but nothing but fluff !!
it’s nothing short of innocent and domestic: a bath ran with the bubbles and oil you’d been saving for a special occasion. the night wasn’t necessarily a special occasion, but the way stiles had fucked you was definitely special. almost all of your long standing fantasies fulfilled, bringing you to your peak over and over again, to the point where your body had absolutely no interest in taking you to the bathroom.
you’d quickly gained interest, though, whenever you smelled the fresh scent, one of your favorite aromas wafting through the open bathroom door and straight to your nose.
stiles had coaxed you into the bathtub, a promise of letting you be the big spoon working to convince you to take the shirt you had just put on off, and climb in before him.
you end up with stiles sat between your legs, both of you submerged in bubbly-oily water as stiles takes one of your hands in his and kisses along your knuckles. he tells you about his day, toying with your fingers, absent of any rings for once. you listen thoughtfully, the warmth from the water and your favorite boy almost coaxing you into a slumber.
that is, until stiles prompts you with a question.
“are you even listening to me?” the question was simple, but you jumped in your spot against the porcelain, eyes snapping open as you stared into stiles’ amber ones that displayed nothing but amusement.
“what? oh, yeah. definitely …” your statement is loose, clearly a lie, and stiles chuckles softly.
he presses his lips to yours, a soft chaste kiss that makes you smile, dazed and hazy.
“‘s okay,” he tells you, giving you two more chaste kisses before he settles in for a longer one.
your lips move in tandem, a perfectly rehearsed dance from constant practices. just like always, your hand finds his hair, soapy fingers tangling in the waves at the back of his head. stiles sighs, the tip of his pretty nose pressing into your cheek as he slowly raises one of his hands to cup your cheek.
when he pulls away, he kisses your other cheek, unable to keep his lips off of you for long enough to speak. somehow, he manages it.
“d’you think we could fuck in here?”
you laugh, unable to help it, your head thudding back against the tub. “you’re depraved,” you tell him, meaning it while also being too lovesick to notice what you’re saying.
he brings your head back level with his, the grip he has on your cheek maneuvering you as he wishes.
he leans in, lips move against yours when he speaks. “still not answering my question.”
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