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redroses07 · 5 months ago

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Just Friends // Stiles Stilinski

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader

WC:1.7k

Summary: Stiles is struggling after being controlled by the Nogitsune, and he turns to you for help. But little does he know, it will turn your friendship into so much more. Takes place after season 3. (Allison isn't dead!!!)

Warnings: Swearing, angsty as fuck, sad Stiles, kissing, implied smut if you squint?, PTSD.

A/N: HI GUYS!!! I really like this fic and ofc I hope y'all will too! This is my first time writing about Stiles and I think I did pretty well! As always, enjoy!! And comments and reblogs are appreciated. P.S. lmk if y'all want me to do a part 2 where they tell their friends (Scott's reaction hee hee) - Claire ♡

After Stiles was released from the control of the Nogitsune, things seemed to go back to normal. Well, at least that’s what one would think from the outside.

The series of events had taken a severe toll on Stiles’s mental health, and even though he did a good job of hiding it, you were the one person who seemed to know what he needed.

It all started about a week after everything happened, it was the middle of the night and you were jolted awake by the sound of your phone buzzing by your head.

You were about to hit decline but then you saw it was Stiles and feelings of worry began to stir within you.

You quickly answered, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes as you forced yourself awake.

"Stiles, is everything okay?"

"Yeah...well not really. I hate to ask, but do you think you could drive over to my house. I just really don't want to be alone right now." Stiles's voice was groggy, and laced with exhaustion. The fact alone that he was asking you this made you immediately agree.

You hopped out of bed, not bothering to change out of your pajamas, slipped on your slippers, and you were on your way.

Your house wasn't far from Stiles's, about a five minute drive with no traffic.

You lived directly in the middle of him and Scott, being only a short distance from each. The close proximity was the main reason the three of you had stayed so close throughout your school years.

"Friends", that's all you and Stiles had ever been. Although, neither of you could deny the chemistry between the two of you, risking your friendship never seemed worth it.

It was on this night that all that would begin to change.

When you arrived at Stiles's house, he had left the door unlocked for you so you wouldn't have to fumble around with the spare key in the dark.

You found Stiles laying on his bed, staring blankly at the ceiling. He looked lost in thought, his eyes rimmed with dark circles. It hurt seeing him look so drastically different from the Stiles you knew, and you wanted to do whatever you could to help.

You laid down next to him, your body facing his.

"Hey..." Stiles began, still staring at the ceiling.

"Stiles, what's going on? You know you can trust me with anything right?"

"Yeah...It's just a lot to put into words." Stiles's voice cracked, which told you that he was fighting tears.

You sat up and stiles copied the movement. You were now both facing each other, sitting legs crossed on his bed. You pushed aside the unspoken vow between the two of you and placed his hands in yours. Stiles's breath hitched, and you could tell he was avoiding eye contact with you.

"Take all the time you need, I'll listen to every word." you said softly.

"I know everyone thinks I'm doing okay, but I can't even function. I can't sleep without having nightmares. I can't eat or do anything without remembering all the awful stuff he made me do. I didn't know who else to tell except you. Scott has his own set of issues, and you're the only person I trust like this."

Stiles began to ramble, and your heart broke as he did. How had you not noticed earlier? Yes, it had only been a week, but you knew Stiles better than anyone. You felt like an awful best friend.

"I'm so tired, I just want to feel normal again." He could no longer hold back the tears, the dam broke and Stiles became a sobbing mess.

You pulled him into your arms with no hesitation, which only made Stiles want to cry.

"No, no I'm going to get your clothes all wet." Stiles protested trying to pull away, but you wouldn't let him.

"A few tears never hurt anyone." You said.

At that Stiles let himself fall into you, his body going limp with exhaustion. You tried not to cry along with him, wiping your burning eyes to prevent the tears.

"It'll be okay." You whispered as Stiles's sobs turned into sniffles. He finally looked up, his cheeks wet from the tears that had escaped his puffy eyes.

You did the only thing you could think of and gave him two kisses, one peck on each cheek. Stiles lips turned up in a small smile, his cheeks still turning red despite his current state.

"I think the first thing we need to do is get you to bed." You smiled, pushing Stiles's messy hair back.

He looks at you and nods without moving from your arms. You lean back on his bed, pulling him with you. You positioned yourself to where Stiles was resting on top of your body, his head pressed to your chest. You kept your arms wrapped around him, squeezing his body in an attempt to comfort him.

As you were settling down you heard Stiles whisper your name softly.

"Yeah?"

"Promise you'll wake me up if I'm having a nightmare?"

"I promise." You replied as you reached down and laced your fingers with his.

Stiles gave you a half-hearted smile in response, his puffy eyes glazed over from fatigue.

"Thank you." Stiles murmured, fighting sleep.

"Shhh." Was your only response as you traced your fingers along his back.

"I love you." It was an incoherent whisper, so much that you couldn't be sure of his words. But something told you you had heard correctly.

By the time you went to reciprocate the statement, the room was filled with Stiles's muffled snores.

You sighed and proceeded to fall asleep yourself.

Stiles slept through the night for the first time in weeks.

After that the trajectory of your relationship began to shift.

From holding Stiles's hand to remind him that everything was okay when you were with your friends, to staying up all night listening to him talk.

You rarely got to sleep at home anymore, but you didn't mind. You weren't far if you needed something, and it helped Stiles get a good night's sleep. Yet he would still apologize every time. "I'm sorry to bother you again.", "I promise this is the last time.", when in reality you were definitely okay with an excuse to spend more time with him.

You had become his anchor to reality, and Stiles could feel things beginning to look up with every day that passed.

Your friends picked up on it too.

"So, are you and Stiles together, or..." Lydia and Allison asked when they managed to corner you at your locker one day. It was a question you didn't know how to answer. Eventually landing on, 'it's complicated.'

"What's going on with you and Stiles, I'm starting to feel like a third wheel when we're together." It was a joke, but there was certainly some truth behind it.

You laughed it off and changed the subject, but didn't forget the comment that night when you and Stiles laid in each other's arms drifting off to sleep.

Surprisingly, it wasn't you who finally brought it up, but Stiles.

It was a Friday night, and the two of you were at your house instead of his.

"Shit, I forgot clothes to change into." Stiles said as he fumbled through his backpack.

"It's all good, I have a spare pair of clothes in my drawer for you." You replied, pointing to the dresser.

Stiles smiled and laughed, holding eye contact with you for perhaps a moment too long.

"You take care of so much for me, sometimes I feel like you're my wife." It was a casual statement, but it put you at a loss for words.

You laughed awkwardly, failing to come up with a reply.

Stiles could very clearly read your emotions, he pushed the drawer shut and walked back over to sit next to you.

You tried to calm yourself, but your heart wouldn't stop beating at what felt like an unhealthy pace.

"You're my best friend..." Stiles began, taking your clammy hands in his.

"You've done so much for me in the past few weeks, just like a best friend should; but I can't help thinking that this feels like something more."

You felt as if the world stopped. You knew this conversation would come, but definitely not now. Your brain seemed to stop producing thoughts.

"Please tell me I'm not imagining all of this. I know this is a lot at once, but Y/N I love you." Stiles's voice shook from the overwhelming nerves.

"I love you too." You spoke for the first time in minutes, it felt amazing after you had heard it fall from his lips that first night you spent together.

Stiles's eyes gazed into yours, and suddenly the feeling of just your hands touching wasn't enough.

You reached over and grabbed Stiles face, finally closing the gap between the two of you.

You pulled Stiles down as you did, his body landing on top of you sinking into the kiss.

You tugged on his hair lightly, pulling him as close to you as humanly possible. Stiles fell deeper into the kiss, locking your hands together and pressing your body further into the soft mattress.

After a few minutes of pure bliss you broke apart. The air that filled your lungs was both a blessing and a curse. You needed to breathe, but the absence of his touch only made you want him more.

Stiles hovered over you, the sound of his heavy breathing was the only thing you could hear over your own beating heart.

"So I take it you're not just my best friend anymore?" Stiles giggled, pressing his forehead gently against yours.

"Nope."

You gave a sly smile before pulling Stiles down by his shirt and connecting your lips once more.

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stilinskikisses · 15 days ago

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HES SO FUCKING FINE

Dilf!Dylan vibes fr im hear for it.

#dylan obrien x reader smut #dylan o'brien #dylan o’brien x reader #dylan obrien x reader

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clean-bands-dirty-stories · 10 months ago

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Tread Carefully ~ S.S.

Request: “Stiles x male reader, reader getting hurt trying to protect stiles from a werewolf” by anon

Word Count: 1400+

MASTERLIST

Stiles had been harboring a crush on Lydia Martin for as long as he could remember. Even longer than Scott had known about it; and that was ages. So when he actually became friends with her, he'd thought he'd had a chance.

And then she'd dated Allison.

If he was honest, Stiles really hadn't ever considered that before. I mean yeah, he knew about queer people. But every time he brought it up, people had brushed it off and dismissed it. Stiles especially just wasn't - according to everyone. So he had never thought about it, until his old crush became one of his best friends and then she was taking about it all the time. Telling him about how happy she was, and when he asked, about how she'd realized she was into women. And suddenly he realized something he'd never considered before: he'd one hundred percent had a crush on Scott when they were kids.

He didn't tell anyone for a long time. Well, anyone but Lydia. She was a fantastic confidante and an even better secret keeper. And she was good at keeping Stiles' sexuality a secret... until he developed a crush on her brother.

Y/n Martin was very different than his sister. They were a unit, they always had been, but where Lydia leaned into expectation to make herself popular and as perfect as possible, Y/n had leaned away from it. He didn't have a lot of friends, outside of the kids in the programming club, and some people he'd met over the internet. He was the type that knew high school was stupid, and thought that made him a little bit cooler than everyone else.

Stiles thought he was awesome. Y/n was putting as little effort into school as possible, focused less on college and more on learning to program and prepping himself to just do that forever. He was smart, which meant he knew that school didn't actually teach you anything you needed to know - as long as you knew what you were heading into. He often talked Lydia's ear off about how school was just preparing you to be part of the machine of society, and rolled his eyes when Lydia tried to get him into a "better outfit" or take him shopping.

But that was actually why Stiles liked him. They had math together, and Y/n made jokes under his breath and talked about how stupid it all was, and then leaned over and gave him pointers and help with the work in a way he could actually understand. He never ran out of patience and didn't find Stiles' burst of energy or hard time focusing or burn out annoying. He encouraged Stiles and hyped him up and when he did a good job and Y/n was leaning over his shoulder grinning at him, whispering compliments to him and joking about having to reward him one of these days, Stiles couldn't help but think that all he wanted in that moment was to kiss him.

Lydia picked up on it too fast. She was at first a little hesitant, making Stiles promise this wasn't about her, because her brother deserved better than being a replacement, but Stiles promised that wasn't it. And he proved it too, even if the pining looked the same. He talked to Y/n and became friends with him and fought against werewolves and other big-bads, and they bonded over being the only two just-humans on the team, but Stiles never reached out to him to tell him how he felt. Stiles didn't want anything from Y/n that he didn't want to offer; which was sweet except Lydia wanted to see her best friend and her brother happy.

So what was she to do except play match maker?

Her butting in was helping, too. Y/n was telling her all the time now about how he liked Stiles, how well they got along, all the stuff they were doing together. About his eyes and his smile and his laugh and how brave he was. About how they made so many plans together and learned to trust each other. About how nice his voice was, and how they studied together and often fell asleep late into the night and woke up next to each other.

And yet... it took Y/n almost dying for either of them to do anything about it.

It was a shit storm like all the others they had to live through. A battle, injuries all around, and Stiles and Y/n trying to find each other because this time they'd gotten separated. It was never good when those two got separated, they were both idiots.

Something that showed more than ever when Y/n rushed into the room, saw Stiles being cornered by a werewolf, and screamed at the top of his lungs. It was a faceless beast at this point, mind controlled by a spell that a witch had cast. She was making their lives hell, and this was only the most recent of poor bastards that had been mind controlled and sent their way. The only way to break the spell was to find the object that mattered to them most and destroy it. This worked because the witch had to cast the spell on such an object, and destroying it broke the spell. But she was aware of this, so she often sent her subjects after whoever found or had the object at the moment.

And right now, that person was Y/n.

So the werewolf turned, getting on all fours and shooting after the teenager, who's eyes went wide as he turned sharply and began barreling down the hallway as quickly as he could. It was a ploy to save Stiles' life, and it was a good one, but it couldn't last forever. The werewolf swiped at him, sending him flying one way and the thing he was carrying flying the other way. Derek arrived that moment, having been tied up before, and managed to fight the creature off while Stiles scrambled onto the scene and burned the object.

It was over.

But the damage had been done.

The pack brought them to Deaton, who immediately launched into stitching the poor boy up and lathering something on him to fight infection and help him heal faster. Then they were all left to simply wait and hope Y/n would wake up. He still had a heartbeat, but shock had hit his system and he still might not make it. A lot of blood lost, a really bad concussion...

Stiles of course never left Y/n's side. Y/n woke up to the boy asleep on his little make shift hospital bed, head on Y/n's leg, holding his hand. Y/n smiled, exhausted and sore and feeling like shit, but unable to deny that Stiles still looked adorable when he was asleep. Y/n ran his hand through Stiles' hair and the boy jolted up. "Oh." He blinked sleep out of his eyes, rubbing his face and shaking his head to clear it. "Hey."

Y/n laughed. "Hey, Sleeping Beauty," Y/n joked. His voice croaked from disuse and he flinched. "Jesus I sound like I died."

Stiles' smile withered. "You almost did."

There was silence at that. They couldn't meet each others' eyes, couldn't pass that stiffness and awkwardness. Neither of the boys were good with silence and always tried to scramble to crack jokes or entertain or cheer up, but Stiles' bluntness had shattered that. And it was kind of nice. Vulnerable.

"Stiles," Y/n began. "I... liked you." He sighed, shoulders dropping. "Like, really really like you. And I know it might ruin everything, and I don't want you to say you like me back because I almost died. I don't even need you to say anything right now, just, know I like you. And everyone knows you've always liked my sister but-"

At that, Stiles broke. He caught Y/n's face between his hand and pulled him into a kiss. They both sighed, smiling into it, and all the unspoken things seemed to be understood without any of the words needing to be said. They often communicated like this, with just an understanding, and no need for specifics or long rants. Leaning their foreheads together, Stiles still did say one thing. "I like you too." They both laughed, and all the tension melted away from both of them.

"Maybe next time you two need to talk about your feelings, one of you doesn't need to die for it?" Lydia sassed from the doorway. The boys parted, blushing, as she tackled her brother in a hug. But all of them laughed, and for now all of them were okay, and that... that could be enough. After all, they still had a witch to kill.

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asterias-record-shop · 1 year ago

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ok but like maybe stiles stilinski with a spoiled rich reader maybe who has vibes like lydia?¿? maybe w number 21 ?¿? possibly…

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omg, this is literally the longest fic I've ever written for this blog, I really hope you guys enjoy it!

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𓆩♡𓆪 CHARACTER - Stiles Stilinski x Fem! Rich! Vampire! Reader

𓆩♡𓆪 TYPE - fluff, smut, maybe slight angst

𓆩♡𓆪 WORD COUNT - 6.0K

𓆩♡𓆪 SUMMARY - No one expected you and Stiles to start dating. Come on, a rich vampire posing as a high school student who could’ve been a real life Cullen? Fuck no. But, it happened, and Stiles fucking loves you - and your fangs - probably more than he should, and he wants to try something.

𓆩♡𓆪 STORY WARNINGS - foul language and smut || I was forced to watch twilight and this is what happened I love it || kinda sub stiles || mentions of mates || scent glands || marking || mentions of Wattpad & fanfic || i got WAY too into this shit man- || stiles did research || biting kink || blood kink || multiple rounds || oral || face sitting || cum eating || creampie || unprotected sex ||

“So, tell me again how this happened?” Coach was baffled as you sat in his class, your hand in Stiles’ as the topic interrupted your lesson in your economics class. “Like, the dating part. How the heck did you end up with her, Stilinski?!”

You cleared your throat, raising your hand. “I uhm… we’ve been dating for a while, Coach.”

“Yeah, I know! I just didn’t believe it until I saw Stilinski trying to kiss you when he thought I wasn’t looking! Come on kid, you’re that desperate?!” Bobby groaned, pressing his face into his hands. “Why is it always the nice ones who get with the… the Stiles?”

You laughed. “I don’t know who you’ve talked to, Coach, but I am not nice.”

“Yeah, she’s not!” Scott said, twirling his pencil before you glared at him. “Nice. Sh-She’s not nice.”

“Oh, shut up, McCall! You’re just mad because Stiles likes hanging out more with me than you,” you stuck your tongue out at him, letting out a soft humph as you cross your legs under the desk. “And he’s mad I took his boyfriend too.”

“Y/N, we weren’t-”

“Hush darling, Scott and I are talking,” you say, smiling widely at him as you kiss his nose. “Thank you baby.”

“This isn’t happening,” Coach groaned into his hand before the bell rings, a giggle falling from your lips. “Right? This isn’t happening?”

“Oh it’s happening!” You laughed, standing as Stiles cleared his throat.

“Y/N, baby, I have practice today.” He said, Scott coming behind him and sticking his tongue out at you. “I’m sorry.”

You pouted, pretending to think. “Why don’t you just skip? I’ll buy the school new lacrosse gear.”

“I’m right here!” Coach yelled, but quickly got up. “I would be interested in new lacrosse gear though.”

“Yeah, see? Come on, let’s skip.”

“No! We have the quarter-finals this week, he can’t miss. Y/N, he can’t miss,” Scott turned to you, hoping that he could persuade you with those stupid puppy dog eyes. “Come on.”

“Oh I forgot about that,” coach mumbles, glaring at the wall. “Okay, he’s gotta come, but the school would like new lacrosse gear.”

“Here, how about this,” you say, shaking your head as you fix your skirt. “Stiles goes to practice and I’m on the field.”

Coach scoffed. “On the field? Doing what?”

“I don’t know,” you hummed, leaning on the table as you pulled Stiles closer. He followed obediently as you licked your teeth, humming. “Play lacrosse?”

Scott scoffed. “Play lacrosse?”

You tilted your head, crossing your legs. “What, like it’s hard?”

Coach starts to laugh, nodding. “Okay! Okay, you’ll be on the field! Stiles, lend your girlfriend some clothes, we’re getting new lacrosse gear!”

Coach walked out as you giggle, Stiles staring at your smile and the sharpened canines that he fucking loved to stare at.

Scott starts to walk out, pausing to look back at the two of you. “Stiles, you coming?”

“I-In a minute, Scott,” he smiled back at his friend before looking at you who positioned yourself on the desk with crossed legs. “I’ll be there.”

He hummed as he walked out, Stiles letting his hands settle on your hips as you parted your legs so he could slot himself between them. “Hey, my darling.”

You giggled, pushing back his hair. “Hey, honey,” you whisper back, smiling as you nuzzle your nose against his with a soft sigh. “Do you… do you think I’m too mean to Scott?”

“You’re not mean,” he says, laughing. “You and him have like… an ancestral rivalry. He’ll get over it.”

You giggle, pulling him closer for another firm kiss, groaning as your tongue pushed into his mouth, your hand pulling his head back by tugging on his hair. He groaned loudly as your tongue circled around his, humming as your head pounded. You could hear his heart beating incredibly fast, his arteries pulsating, and by hell’s name, you could smell the horniness drifting off of his body, along with the smell of dog because of Scott.

Even newly turned, you could still control yourself with Stiles as of yet. You both had had sex a few times, more than a few actually, but that was before you were actually aware of his… human-ness. You were born a vampire, now in your final years of highschool as you aged regularly and your family was kept alive by blood bags supplied by the numerous hospitals your family owned.

Your instincts never got in the way because of how well fed you were, but this was different. You could feel everything; his heart, his arteries, his veins, fuck even his cock pulsating. Your heightened senses caught everything, groaning as you attempted to pull him closer, another loud groan falling from his lips as you pulled him closer, a choke filling your ears making you pull away, your fangs grazing his bottom lip making him hiss.

A shiver runs down your back as he lets out a soft groan, laughing slightly as he licks his lip. “You alright, Y/N?”

You hummed, not really paying attention to his words as you stared at his lip dripping with that delicious coppery liquid, leaning forward to lick against his lip and a loud groan left his mouth as you sucked on his lip, desperate for that taste. It was different though, his blood tasted sweet, unlike blood bags, animals, and even humans for fucks sake.

“Y-Y/N,” he whispered, groaning. “I-It kind of hurts.”

You gasped as you pulled away, staring at his slightly swollen bottom lip as he smiled down at you, pushing back your hair. “I-I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”

He shook his head, humming so that you would look at him. “Hey, Y/N, don’t worry about it,” he says, his smile growing as he leaned down and pressed a firm kiss to your lips. “I’ll be a blood bank for you any day.”

You inhale sharply, shaking your head. “Don’t say that. Y-You don’t know how dangerous that is.”

“Why?” He asked, tilting his head. “I know you can control yourself.”

You scoffed, pushing him back. “Did you not see what I just did? If you wouldn’t have said something, I would’ve kept going.”

“But I did say something,” he says, quickly stepping forward and holding your hips again. “Just because I said it hurt-ed, doesn’t mean I didn’t like it.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, shaking your head. “Hurt-ed?”

He hummed, nodding. “Hurted. It’s the past tense.”

You shook your head, laughing. “No it’s not, the past tense is still hurt.”

He rolled his eyes. “Not anymore, it’s hurted now.”

You giggle, shaking your head before sighing. “I’m gonna go write that check, okay? I… I think I’m gonna go home, too.”

His brows ruffled, quickly blocking you from jumping down. “Why?”

“Because it’s not safe for me to be around so many people,” you responded, humming as you quickly went around him. “Come to my house after school? We need to talk.”

He quickly caught your hand, one you could’ve easily avoided, but he shook his head. “Y-You’re not breaking up with me, right?”

You giggled, smiling sadly with a shake of your head. “Just meet me at my house, alright?”

He cleared his throat but nodded, inhaling deeply before slowly pulling you in for a soft kiss. “I love you, Y/N, I love you so much.”

You hummed softly, nodding. “I love you too, my darling.”

He swallowed as you walked out, pulling out your checkbook and writing a number with a lot of zeros on the main line before crossing out the rest, signing and doing the rest of the things before passing by Coach and pressing it to his chest. “Let me know if you need more, alright? I’ll see you tomorrow!”

“What? Where are you going?” He yelled out as you waved back at him.

“Have something to do at home! I’ll see you!” You yelled, looking back with a smile. “Good luck, Coach!”

He mumbled something as you walked out, quickly making your way back home and parking outside your secluded mansion that truly could’ve been out of the movie. It didn’t take you long to get up to your room, quickly getting caught by Kirshe, one of the vampire elders that your parents were friends with. “Y/N, are you alright?”

Of course she knew what you were feeling. “O-Oh, I’m fine,” you responded, humming with a slight smile. “Just some… relationship problems.”

She paused, her golden eyes trailing down your body before flashing a bright red. “He doesn’t know he’s your mate, does he?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Not only that, Kirshe.”

She hummed, taking a deep inhale. “And he’s human too, isn’t he?”

You inhaled deeply, nodding. “Taken in by a pack of dogs.”

Kirshe laughed. “Oh, it’s always the best of us, my love. He’s… why are there problems now?”

“I tasted his blood,” you giggled, shaking your head with a scoff. “It’s just like the stories describe it. Addicting, sweet… perfect.”

“Do you want to turn him?” She asked, making you shrug. “Does he want to be turned?”

“I don’t… I don’t know.”

Back at the school, Stiles was going crazy. “Do you think she’s going to break up with me?”

“She would never,” Scott responded, scoffing. “She’s too in love with you.”

“You’re just mad because you thought she was hot,” Stiles grinned, putting on a shirt that hadn’t been near Scott. He knew how much you hated the smell of wolves. “Right?”

“Oh shut up,” Scott scoffed, shaking his head. “Where did she go anyways?”

“Home.” Stiles said, humming. “Why do you ask?”

“Because I can smell how horny you are.”

Stiles laughed, shaking his head. “Yeah, I uhm… we were making out earlier. She was… sucking on my lip after it started bleeding.”

Scott froze, quickly looking at him. “What?”

“You’re overreacting so much,” Stiles said, shrugging. “We’ve had sex before.”

“But she’s never sucked your blood, right?”

Stiles could feel his cheeks heat up, about to say something before Scott groaned loudly. “Dude, the smell got stronger! Holy shit, does that turn you on?!”

“Fuck yeah it does!” Stiles said, thankful the two of them were the only ones in the locker room. “Dude, when we like, get heated, she runs her fangs along my neck, holy shit, it’s so hot.”

“And you want her to suck your blood?” Scott paused, staring at him. “You want her to turn you?”

Stiles paused, staring down at his bag before inhaling deeply. Is this what Bella Swan was feeling when she was with Edward Cullen?

“I want to be with her for the rest of my life,” Stiles said, grabbing his bag before smiling at Scott. “If it’s this one or one hundred, I don’t care. I want her, forever.”

Scott inhaled deeply before sighing, shaking his head with a slight smile. “You’re really in love with her, aren’t you?”

Stiles smiled, all sarcasm gone. “Yeah, I am.”

“What about your dad?” Scott asked the inevitable question, inhaling deeply. “I-I’m not trying to like… ruin anything, but if you get turned… what are you going to do to him?”

Stiles smiled, shrugging. “He’ll be my dad. Always. What he wants to do is up to him.”

After that, he waved goodbye and quickly drove to your house, way over the speed limit to get there faster. As soon as he pulled up, he smiled when he saw you on your balcony, staring at him like you knew he was coming - which you probably did.

He quickly got out, waving up at you as you giggled. Normally your family was there to greet him, but they were obviously gone as he walked inside and up to your room.

He doesn’t knock, mainly because there was no point, slowly walking behind you as you stood on your balcony. His arms go to wrap around your waist, leaning onto your body as he pressed soft kisses to your neck, your hand going to hold his jaw as you exhaled deeply. “How was practice?”

“Good,” he mumbled, shrugging. “Missed you. I changed into something that I hope doesn’t smell like Scott.”

You giggle, nodding. “And it doesn’t, thank you.”

“So uhm…” he whispered, humming against your neck as you moved your hands to settle over his. “What did you want to talk about?”

“Well, you read up on vampires when you met me, right?” You hummed, smiling as he nodded into your neck. “Did you get to the part about mates?”

He paused, his hands tightening around your waist. Did you find your mate? He had read up about them, but never really retained the information because no one ever spoke of them, but obviously for pure blooded vampires like your family, of course they existed.

“I-I… I did,” he whispers, pulling you closer. “There wasn’t much about how it works for bloodborne vampires.”

“Would you like for me to tell you how it works?” You asked, smiling up at him.

“Wh-Why would you tell me if I’m not your mate?” Stiles whispered, slight annoyance in his voice before you started laughing. “What?”

“Stiles, you’re so lucky you’re hot,” you turned in his arms, wrapping your arms around his neck. “You’re my mate.”

He paused, staring down at you blankly. He was your mate? Why?

When you started laughing, he realized he must’ve said it out loud, your hands cupping his face. “Why not? I think it’s fitting, don’t you?”

“Th-That’s not what I meant,” he didn’t mean to stutter, it always happened around you though. He groaned loudly as your fingers dragged down his neck, sparks following your touch as you smiled up at him. “I meant like… how are we mates?”

You paused, pursing your lips. “Kirshe said mates are decided by the gods where in past lives their love ‘changed the fate of the world’,” you mumbled, inhaling deeply as you stroked his hair. “Do you think we could’ve changed the fate of the world, Stiles? In our past lives?”

He inhaled deeply, nodding as he leaned his forehead down against yours. “I know we could’ve,” he whispered back, pressing his lips softly against yours. “Because I love you more than anything else in the world.”

You smiled widely, letting out a loud laugh as he picked you up and turned the both of you around to go back into your bedroom. He slowly laid you in the bed, crawling over your body and laying down next to you to pull you into his chest. You sighed heavily against his chest, stroking his shirt before pulling it down slightly to see his exposed skin. You could hear his heart beating, his valves and ventricles pumping, his lungs inhaling and exhaling, his diaphragm expanding and deflating - fuck, at this point, you hated that he was human at this point.

“Y/N?”

You hummed, looking up at him as your fingers trail over his exposed collarbone. “Yes, my love?”

“I-I was wondering… if you could uhm… turn me. Like, actually turn me… into a vampire like you,” Stiles said as you started to sit up, staring at your face pinched up as you inhaled and exhaled deeply. “Y/N? What’s wrong?”

“Stiles, why do you want to be a vampire?” You asked, staring at him like he was crazy. “You would watch the people you love die over and over again. You have the choice to grow old and-”

“And what about you?” He whispered, taking your hand in his. Besides his dad and Scott, you were the only person alive right now that he cared for, especially after he was impacted by Void. You stuck with him even after that, how could he let you go now? “You would watch me grow old and wait for me to be born again? Huh?”

“That’s not what I meant, Stiles-”

“I want to be with you,” the brunette filled in, staring at you with those whiskey colored eyes. “For the rest of my life, and I want it to be where you don’t have to watch me die in the end. I want to spend… the rest of my life young with you.”

“But in turning you, I’d watch you die too,” you whispered, inhaling deeply as your eyes watered. You had thought about this before, turning him, but then you thought about what he would go through. You were the first bloodborne vampire ever recorded, because of course the Court took note of every vampire turned, but you were the first one born of two Elders who didn’t think they could get pregnant. You knew what vampires went through when they’re turned, but what would Stiles go through? Turned by a bloodborne who was their mate? “You have to die to become a vampire, Stiles. I would have to kill you.”

“Then kill me.” He sat up, holding your face in his hands as he smiled at you. “I’ve died before, what's another time?”

“Not like this, Stiles,” you whisper, gasping as he wiped the tears from falling down your cheeks, leaning forward to kiss against your skin. “The turning of a mate isn’t something that just happens. It takes days, months, rituals, I have to mark you, we have to be married for fucks sake-!”

You couldn’t finish, gasping as he pressed his lips to yours, pulling you into his lap with a loud groan. “Well then mark me. That’s the start, right?”

You gaped at him, his stupid smile as he stared at you. “You know that means I have to bite you, right?”

“Yeah, it’s like those werewolf stories on Wattpad.”

“You were on Wattpad?”

“It was a dare, moving along. Does it like stay a bite mark or does it like turn into a tattoo?”

“I don’t know, a bloodborne has never marked anyone before,” you say, but your eyes narrow at him. “The hell are you reading where it turns into a tattoo?”

“I don’t know, it turns into their initials,” he shrugged, but paused. “Do I get to mark you too?”

“You want to mark me?” You say, smiling with a slight bounce making him hold back a grunt. “You can mark me right now.”

He smirked, staring at you as you slipped off your shirt to expose your shoulder. “Didn’t you say there’s a process?”

“Not for marking,” you respond, but pause. “But if you mark me, we have to get married soon, because I have to turn you in the span of a few months. Or maybe not because I'm bloodborne, so it could be different.”

“What if I don’t get turned?”

“You turn into a lust crazed monster until I do turn you, but it’s more lethal because since you’re so obsessed with sex, your mind doesn’t process the turn until your body is on fire. Well, it feels like it’s on fire.”

He pursed his lips. “So for the rest of eternity we’re just going to be a rich family hidden in the woods? Like the Cullens?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “You’re just gonna ignore the fact that you’ll turn into a lust crazed monster?”

He grinned. “Well, who am I lusting for? You, right?”

“Well yeah, you have my blood in your veins, so of course you lust after me.”

“I see no problem in that.” He responds, ignoring the fact that his body might not register the turn.

You laughed, shaking your head as you pulled his hands to your back to unclasp your bra. “Well, you want to get this mating thing started, don’t you?” Your fingers move to trail down his chest after he unclasped your bra, your skin cold to the touch until his warm hands flattened against your back. “When you first bite, it’ll taste odd until that zing runs up your back. Then, I’ll tell you when to stop, alright? As soon as you stop, your mind might get kind of hazy and you’ll probably be really horny, alright?”

He laughed. “More horny than I am now? Impossible.”

You couldn’t help but giggle, tugging on the hem of his shirt to pull it off. Immediately, he pulls away and raises his arms for you to take off his shirt, your eyes staring at his mole covered chest. You inhale shakily as you finally meet his eyes, your hands pressed against his warm chest as he pushed his face into your neck, pressing firm kisses to your neck as you pulled him closer before kissing his ear.

“Are you sure you want this, Stiles?” You whisper, holding his face as you pull away. “It doesn’t have to happen now.”

He smiled up at you, shaking his head as he continued to press kisses to your neck, his teeth grazing your skin. “For the rest of eternity, remember?”

You smile, inhaling deeply as his tongue flattened against your neck making you lean your head to the side.

“Where do I bite?”

“Anywhere,” you mumbled, your mind hazy as you inhaled the smell that was so uniquely him, whiskey and mountain air combined with pine that made you walk straight toward him when you moved to town. “Anywhere you want.”

He pauses, pulling away to tilt his head up at you. “So it doesn’t have to be on your neck like in the stories?”

You laughed, shaking your head. “Of course not. Anywhere you bite, like you said, it turns into initials surrounded by a slight imprint of your bite.”

He pauses, letting his eyes trail over your bare torso as he slowly moves so that you were actually seated in his lap. “Can I do it…” he lets his eyes trail over your skin, humming as he pressed a soft kiss to the space of skin a little lower to where the end of your clavicle was. “Here?”

“Why there?”

“Because,” he whispered, his eyes almost darkening as he let his tongue flatten against your skin, getting it wet with his spit as you groaned, tilting your head back. Your hips automatically roll into his, a loud groan falling from his mouth as he pulls away for a minute. “You gotta show it off, don’t you? Gets you to wear those low cut shirts I fuckin’ love.”

You gasped as his teeth finally sunk into your skin, your body basically on fire as he groaned against your skin. Like you said, it tasted weird at first, coppery and tangy until it flooded his mouth, the smell of the perfume you wore that he learned wasn’t actually perfume shifting into taste instead of the layers of smell you always smelled like. It was sweet and fruity, like strawberries and cherries with sweet cream and that white angel cake, tangy from the berries and sweet from the pastries.

Fuck, it tasted so good. His teeth were deep in your skin, the only cooling part of your body where his teeth sank and drew blood, his hot body making yours feel even hotter.

You could feel your mind get hazy, your eyes rolling back as he tried to suck harder, a loud groan falling from his lips as his hands pawed at your ass, your hips rutting into his almost automatically before you tugged on his hair. “St-Sti, not too much, you could get sick.”

He basically whined, only pulling away by the tug of his hair before licking over the bite mark left on your skin. He panted, watching it as though it would change into the black tattoo-ink like color he was truly expecting it to turn in an instant.

You giggled, quickly catching his jaw before pulling him up to look at you. “It’s not going to happen until I mark you first, my love.”

He stared up at you, eyes a dark chocolate color, lips slightly stained and his tongue tinted a darker red. “Oh.”

You giggle, leaning down to press firm kisses to his skin, never stopping your firm thrusts of your clothed hips against his own, tongue trailing around his skin scattered with moles. “Where do you want it, baby?”

“Where everyone can see,” his hands were shaking from excitement, the taste of your blood sending electricity through his body, tongue flattening against your shoulder and holding back the urge to sink his teeth in again. “Wherever you want it to be, as long as it’s on show.”

“So…” you whisper, letting your tongue trail down the side of his jaw, pushing against the moles under his ear. “Like, here? Or… lower?”

“A-A little lower, please,” he whispered, words breathy as he focused on your hips rolling into his, hard and your hot cunt sliding against his hard cock. He could feel your wetness through your shorts and his jeans, hissing as you leaned forward and kept your hips there, releasing your weight just a bit to keep his cock slotted between your folds. “Fuck, please.”

You hummed, your tongue flattening on the pulse filling your ears until going to the side of his neck. “Here?”

“Mhm,” he merely hummed, nodding into your neck as his hands shakily grabbed your hips. “D-Don’t stop your moving hips, please.”

You giggle, your eyesight basically blurring as you stare at his neck, that one mole catching your eye before you inhaled deeply and felt your canines extend, a comical shing filling the room as you sunk your teeth into his skin. You could barely focus on his cock rubbing against your clothed cunt, one of his hands slipping in between you both to tug your shorts and underwear to the side, pushing his fingers into your leaking cunt and his fingers thrusting into your cunt. You were so tight, so so tight and wet, two of his fingers easily pushing into you and rolling his fingers inside of you.

You were so distracted with the taste of his blood, pushing in and out, in and out, but it was nothing compared to how good he tasted. He tasted like caramel, underlying with nutty butterscotch and whiskey, maybe a slight bit of salt that balanced everything out. You groaned loudly, eyes flying open as he pulled his finger out, the sound of him unbuttoning his pants and unzipping them to pull his cock out of his boxers and push his tip into you making you moan loudly against his skin.

Oh it was almost as though you couldn’t stop, your head pounding as you felt his veins pumping and heart beating, a soft gasp making you pull away, cursing. Was it too much? Did you take too much from him?

“Why did you stop?” He whispered, staring up at you with hazy eyes. “I liked it. I-I loved it. It felt like lightning-”

“Stiles.”

“L-Like lightning was traveling down my spine and filling my veins-”

“Stiles.”

He paused, staring up at you as you looked down at your skin, smiling when you saw the initials MS surrounded by the faded gray bite mark. “Mieczysław. Fuck, I love that name, I love your name.”

“I love you,” he whispers back, smiling as you giggled down at him, his face pressing against your skin before kissing his initials. “I love you so much.”

You smile as he slowly pushes you onto your back, his eyes a dark chocolate brown as he pulls out just for a minute, pulling off his pants after kicking off his shoes and tugging down your shorts and pretty panties. Your eyes rolled back as he flattened his tongue against your wet slit, flicking his tongue against your puffed up clit before sitting back on his feet and pumping his cock. You could see his cock covered in cum, inhaling deeply as you looked over at his discarded boxers, a splatter of cum making you giggle.

“I made you cum in your pants, Mieczysław?”

He groaned as he pushed back into you, staring at the creamy ring he started to leave around your entrance that kept sucking him farther and farther into you. He groaned, his mind fully attentive to your cunt basically swallowing his length, whimpers and squirming finally starting when he left the last few inches. His eyes flickered up to your face, a groan falling from his lips as he saw his initials on your skin, your face pinched in pleasure and eyes rolling back as he thrusted into you sharply to watch that creamy ring settle on his base and your hands flying to his forearms.

“Fuck, fuck Stiles!”

He shook his head, holding your hips with a grunt. “No baby, call me by my real name,” he said, cursing softly as he started to thrust his hips, watching your body bounce with each thrust, your tits moving and his eyes trained on the mark he made. You were right, he was so fucking addicted to the feeling of you around his cock, more lightning traveling up his spine as your nails dug into his forearm, blood making your eyes flash red. “You always say it so fucking nice.”

He watched you groan loudly, moving so his chest pressed against yours and moving his arms to support him. He watched your mouth move to his forearms, your tongue flattening against his skin and licking up all of the blood, his mouth moving to your head to press kisses against your hair, groans falling from his mouth with each thrust before you moved to stare up at him, pulling him down to kiss him, that same coppery tang disappearing and fading into the same whiskey flavor you had been addicted to.

“Mieczysław,” you whispered, gasping as his thrusts got faster, whining as his hand pushed down to circle against your clit torturously before his other hand gripped your thigh, digging his nails so deep into your skin he drew blood. “F-Fuck!”

He groaned as he pushed his fingertips against your skin, covering them with that crimson liquid before pushing them into his mouth and slamming into you one last time to cum inside of you, the gushing of his cum making you cum from the almost inflation like feeling. It didn’t take you long to push him over, though, staring at his already healed forearm. You smiled as you began to roll your hips, desperate as his tip kissed your cervix, pushing deeper and deeper at this new angle as you moaned loudly, holding his chest and staring down at the mark with your own initials on his skin.

It fueled your movements, staring down at the cum smearing along his pelvis, whimpering as you bounced on his length. “Please, please, fuck!”

“You need my help, don’t you?” He teased, lifting his hips to roll into you at the same time you pushed down, your eyes rolling back as he pushed even deeper inside of you - something you truly didn’t think could happen. “Right?”

“Yes! Yes, yes!” You pleaded, gasping as he forced his hips up into you, thrusting over and over again at the same speed you were bouncing on his cock with even more force than you could ever imagine. You were so lost in pleasure, his warm hands holding your hips as you tried to stay sitting up, your body finally registering the fresh human blood in your veins. It had been a while since you had anything other than bagged blood or animal blood, and as a result, your high was gone and inevitably coming down until he slammed his hips up into you, your eyes rolling back as the knot in your stomach snapped and a loud moan of his name - his real name - left your mouth.

He groaned underneath you, his cum gushing out of your cunt as you slowly got off, staring at his still hard cock. You giggle, smiling as you pumped his cock and licked the cum sliding down his shaft, groaning as he bucked his hips up into your mouth. You kept it in your mouth, moaning loudly as you bobbed your head, pumping what you couldn’t fit in your mouth and staring at his face.

You didn’t register his human features, not anymore, his blood pumping and his lungs filling with air or exhaling air, only the fact that the cum on his cock tasted so fucking delicious and your fingers cupping and squeezing his balls which made his hips buck and you pull back to feel his cum flood your mouth. You groaned, sucking on his pretty tip and your hand fisting his cock, swallowing the salty liquid before pulling away.

Your mind was full of lust as you slowly crawled up his body, his hands immediately catching your hips as you hovered over his face. His eyes were hazy with lust as you grinned down at him. "You're such a good boy, honey. I think you deserve a treat."

He groaned loudly as you slowly released your weight, holding the sides of his head as his hands hold your thighs, your hips rolling into his mouth as his tongue pushed into your cunt, basically pulling all of the cum from your pussy, your eyes rolling back as one of his hands pushed between your thighs and straight into your cunt.

His flexing fingers guided the rolls of your hips, moans falling from your lips as you attempted to cover your mouth before a finger pressed to your clit and his teeth grazed your pussy. You whined loudly, your stomach twisting as you attempted to chase that high, his fingers pushing into you to press against that place that made your stomach go tight and your eyes roll back, curses falling from your lips. “Fuck, fuck, fuck Mieczysław!”

He hummed against your cunt, the vibrations making you shiver as he slowly lifted you from his face and push you down so you sat on his cock. He slowly pushed into you, a shiver going down your back as he held your face, pulling you up for a firm kiss. “I love you.”

“I love you, Mieczysław,” you whisper back, smiling as his lips quirked up into a smile of his own, sighing heavily. “Do you feel okay?”

“Yeah, I feel great,” he smiled, shrugging. “Really horny.”

You laughed, nodding. “We can keep going,” you whisper, smiling as you lay against his warm chest. “Just… let me lay here in your warmth for a minute.”

“Will you miss it?” He whispers, stroking your cheek as he stares down at you. “M-My warmth.”

You inhale deeply, nodding as your hand rubbed against his chest where his heart was, the beating already slowing down. “Yeah, I will,” you shrug though, giggling. “But we’re the first of our kind, my love. I’m hoping you’ll keep it.”

“Then I do too.”

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Word Count: 4.7k Rating: M Summary: "If you cum right now I’ll never forgive you.” | Also on Ao3! Warnings: no discernible plot, just filth; light bondage, voyeurism, almost mutual masturbation, orgasm delay, fingering, begging, praise + dirty talk, oral (M+F receiving), unprotected sex (+creampie), established relationship, d/s dynamic-ish A/N: we’re getting right into it, so no preview above the cut <3 minors dni etc

“You’re so desperate, aren’t you?” He looks displeased, but there’s a glint of smug arousal in his expression. “Take them off, angel. Le’me see.” His voice is sweet and the words flow from his mouth like honey. Your fingers continue the pace you’ve set, details of your actions concealed by your leggings. You don’t move to remove the article of clothing, but keep rubbing, keep circling your entrance at the thought and sight of him. A soft groan escapes your lips as you press softly into yourself. Dylan’s eyes don’t leave the black fabric around your core, watching it stretch and move with your fingers, pink lips parted but soundless. His hand ghosts over his cock, giving it a gentle squeeze for relief and letting go. Your shoulder presses firmly against the headboard as you feel yourself: so wet, so warm, and so ready for him. When tiny mewls begin to fall from your mouth, Dylan’s eyebrows furrow. “Fucking–take them off.” You know you won’t hear the end of it anyway, given Dylan’s incessant teasing combined with his explicit prohibition of finishing yourself off without his directive. It’s almost like he planned for this to happen. You’re fucked, but following his directions now may be enough to convince him you deserve to cum later. Your hand stalls in your underwear and slides up and out from your waistband. His eyes flick between your cunt, fingers, and face as he impatiently awaits your next move. The expression on his face switches to disbelief, wide eyes and clenched jaw, as you slide your middle finger into your mouth to lick clean. He says your name firmly, then, “I’m not asking you again. Quit fucking around.”

“I’m not… I’m not even touching myself anymore.” You feign ignorance as you slide your leggings and underwear jointly down your thighs. Dylan pulls them off your legs once they reach your knees, grabbing the center in an attempt to efficiently remove both articles at once and inadvertently coating his fingers in the mess you made. He inhales sharply when he realizes, eyes zeroing in on your core as he tosses the clothing on the floor. With big palms on your inner thighs, he spreads you wide open.

“Do it again. Show me.” Your pussy twitches at his words, willing and ready to comply with whatever he wants as long as it gets her filled to the brim. Your hand travels back down, first circling your hole to dampen your fingers. He crouches by the bed and you can feel his breath fanning coolly across your beating warmth. His eyes are steady on your fingers as they lightly brush along the length of your clit, just to the right to hold out and avoid the irresistible sensation of direct contact. You watch him watching you and twitch your hips in his direction. He scoffs at your futile, admittedly half-assed attempt to invite him to join. “I don’t think you deserve my mouth right now, baby.” His hands move from the underside of your thighs to where your femur jointed in your hip socket, veiny fingers holding you down to the bed with a tight grip. His thumbs massage your upper thighs in encouragement. Fine. If he wants a show, you’ll give him one. You switch from using the pad of your finger to the tip, focusing directly on your clit. You’re rougher, faster with your movements, back arching and chopped-up grunts falling from your lips. Dylan stands, hands moving up the curve of your spine as you bring yourself closer to the edge. He pushes your shirt over your breasts, licks his thumb and rolls your nipple with it. Goosebumps ripple across the skin of your stomach and arms. You choke on your breath and his eyes catch yours for a fleeting moment. You hope he can read your expression, begging for a kiss without subjecting yourself to any actual groveling. He does, it seems, and ignores it as he raises his eyebrows and shifts his focus to your pussy again. You need to feel full, but you don’t want to give him everything he wants. No, not when you’re jumping through hoops to get what you want. Instead of sliding your middle and ring fingers into the comfortable confines of your cunt, you press them flat against yourself. You’re glistening; you can hear the wet clickiness of your arousal as you use two fingers to rub hard circles into the entirety of your cunt. He begins to palm himself over his shorts tenuously, seemingly deciding his next steps.

“Fuck.” You grind into your hand, chasing the sensation of your skin deliciously tugging your clit from side to side. You’re close, whines and cries escaping with each shallow breath you take. “Dylan.”

As if it were on cue, his hand grabs your wrist and pulls it from your core. A gasp escapes your lips at the loss of contact and your tight little hole clenches in anticipation. “Don’t touch.” He drops your arm by your side. “And take that off,” he gestures to your shirt and turns to walk towards the closet. You pull the shirt over your head quickly and drop it on the floor by the bed. A belt buckle clinks while he rummages, sending a jolt up your spine at the thought. You’d been a little bratty, but mostly compliant all day. Certainly hadn’t done enough to deserve being spanked with leather instead of his hand. Dylan emerges from the closet with a thick brown belt, folding it into a set of adjustable handcuffs. Oh. You swallow as he approaches, the same untrustworthy glint in his eye as when he requested you touch yourself for him. “C’mon, angel.” He grabs your left wrist delicately and slides it through. He guides you to lean onto the headboard as he slides the right cuff through a gap in the posts and around your wrist. He pulls to tighten it around your wrists. “How’s that?”

You tug against them and they slip up to your thumb joints. “Tighter.” He reaches around you to adjust the straps, head over your shoulder and bare chest in your face. His erection is pressed into your lower stomach, just out of reach for you to attempt to pull the elastic of his shorts down with your teeth. Instead, you lean forward to lick a stripe on his pec and bite down softly on the skin. He pulls the belt taught in response, to the point your fingers tingle a bit.

“Better,” he says, pulling back and holding your chin firmly, but gently in his grasp. You pull your wrists to test the fit and nod. He finally kisses you, but it’s not under fair conditions. His mouth pulls you further and further from the headboard with each swipe of his tongue, eventually forcing you to break the kiss when your movement is restrained. You huff and he smiles wickedly at your frustration.

“Need more,” you mumble. He shifts himself off the bed to push his bottoms off and shove them to the ground, dark brown eyes remaining steady on you. Your heart rate picks up as you look at him under heavy eyelids, in all his red-hot and leaky glory. Your mouth goes dry, tongue peeking out in an attempt to rewet your lips. It’s unfair you’re trapped here, hands and mouth kept just far enough from your favorite plaything. You’d do anything to get it. “Just a taste, please.”

“You’ll get more. I promise.” He lies on his side, supported by his elbow on the far end of your large bed. He’s way out of your reach, too far to make you squirm and beg for him with his fingers, tongue, or anything else.

“Dylan, what are–” your confusion turns to horror as spits into his hand and wraps it tightly around his cock. He starts off slow, just enough speed to hear the soft swipe of his hand moving up and down his dick. Your jaw slacks and eyes go wide as the torturous nature of your punishment hits you. You gulp and you search the room for anything, anything to get you out of this position and throat-deep around him. Of course, there’s nothing useful on your bedside table, nor is anything else within reach. You glance over to the closet door, ajar and leaking a stripe of yellow light onto your bedroom floor. “Dylan,” you whine. The search is in vain, with your eyes finally settling on the only man who can free you, the one putting on this painful show. A thin sheen of sweat coats his torso; the muscles in his stomach flex as strokes himself. Your eyes follow the veins in his arms from his hands up his forearms and biceps, disappearing into his skin at his shoulder. He grips himself tightly, the strain apparent in his hairy forearms. The bubble in your stomach coolly spreads across your lower torso and you’re stuck squeezing your thighs together as you pull against the headboard. Your heart pounds in your chest as you watch him, knowing his thick, fast heartbeat is sending all his blood to his engorged cock. All you want is the feeling of his pulse deep within you; whether he is mercilessly fucking into you or gently tucking himself comfortably in your confines doesn’t matter. The breaths sloppily rush from your lungs as you attempt to stabilize your thoughts, which range from pure hatred to ceaseless depravity. You’re caught staring at the clump of hair on his lower torso, unable to handle both the direct sight and the sound of him fucking into his own fist. He shifts onto his back when he catches your eye, keeping his head turned to watch you watch him. His cheeks are flushed, eyes hooded and breaths deep as he switches techniques and squeezes his head tightly with every flick of his wrist. It’s one you’re familiar with, one you’d used just last week to make him cum in your mouth. “This isn’t fair.” The words rush out with a needy whimper. Your thighs continue to press together as he ignores you, bottom lip between his teeth. Gentle grunts escape his throat with every pump. Your vision blurs with frustrated tears. “Dylan.”

“Keep saying my name like that and I swear I’ll cum for you right now.” You let out a strangled groan at his words, mind and pussy overloaded by the pumps of your heart and his hand. He’s fucking with you, and it’s working. “You wanted to see? The shit you do to me, fuck.” You chew on the inside of your cheek and tug against your restraints. Your body feels like it’s on fire, burning from your wrists to your cunt.

“Said I wanted to taste, Dylan.” Your voice is airy, breaths cut short and pulse pounding in your ears.

“Do you deserve a taste?” Your face twists in desperation. You’re stuck; you can’t gamble your own release by bold-faced lying and asserting your deservedness, but it’s not in your best interest to deny it either. No answer is the right answer and he knows it, eyebrows raised and corners of his lips curled into a flirty smirk. “Look at me,” Dylan grunts from the edge of the bed. He’s no longer paying special attention to his head, but keeping his hand still as he fucks upward into it. “I don’t wanna shut you out, baby. Don’t wanna tie you up and leave you there.” You’re trembling as you watch him, the anticipation of his pending orgasm causing your cortisol levels to spike significantly. “But you need to see what it’s like… for me.” He chokes the final few words out and you can tell he’s nearly over the edge. His left arm is sprawled out, hand finding and clasping to one of your ankles.

“I’ve learned, I swear to fucking God, please–” You’re almost hysterical, pulling the headboard with you as you struggle. “If you cum right now I’ll never forgive you. Please, just–”

He’s quick in his movements, removing his hand from his cock and positioning himself above you. “Take it, then.” You don’t squander the opportunity, in case Dylan decides you didn’t learn, and take him in his entirety into your mouth. A quiet ‘fuck’ slips through his teeth. His hands cradle your head as you take him, all hollowed cheeks and full throat. He’s not forceful, just guiding you at the pace you set. “Just like that. You’re so pretty like this.” You swirl your tongue around his head, swiping along his slit until he’s choking on his breaths and gripping your hair. “No one else whose cock you beg for, yeah?” In response, you take him fully down your throat, ingesting leftover saliva to allow for the swallowing motion of your pharynx to stimulate him. Dylan whimpers when you pull back so his frenulum lands on your tongue. It’s harder without having access to your hands; you can’t pump and tug on him nearly as hard as you want. Nonetheless, you circle the tip of your tongue on the underside of his head and a series of expletives tumble from his mouth as he twitches into yours. You stick your tongue out, continuing to gently rub his sensitive spot and tilt your face up to look at him. His hazy eyes meet yours and his grip tightens on the side of your neck. “Oh my God… You’re fuckin’–”

Hot, salty ropes adorn your tongue and the roof of your mouth, with some accidental overflow on your top lip. Dylan’s breathing is heavy and he pumps himself into your throat a couple of times before letting go. You maintain your gaze as you lick your lips clean, unsure how you’re allowed to proceed.

“Holy fuck, I love you.” He gets to your level, mouth on yours and fingers diligently swiping across your heat. You hum into his mouth, finally getting some semblance of what you want. “Lie down,” he says, pulling back for a moment before pressing even harder against your lips. He assists, comfortably readjusting you so your wrists won’t feel strain in this new position. His tongue travels from your mouth down your neck and across your shoulder as he inserts a finger, then two into your core.

“Ah, Dylan,” you purr. He pumps slowly and carefully, but bites down hard on your breast. Your breath catches and he moves to press his pretty wet tongue against your nipple.

“Is this what you wanted? Is this what you were thinking about? When you couldn’t help but touch yourself?” His voice is level, words falling from his lips between soft bites on your stomach, hip, and thigh. His fingertips scrape against your g-spot and you clench tightly around him.

“Something like this,” you sigh.

“What can make it better, angel?” He’s looming over you, looking at you with a tired warmth in his eyes.

“Your mouth.”

“Could’ve guessed that one,” he chuckles. He’s gentle along the inside of your thigh, just hardly pressing his teeth into the thin skin. “You’ve been kind of a pain today, y’know.”

You look down at him in disbelief. “You started it.” He had moseyed into the kitchen while you arranged a chopped salad for lunch, bored of the Mets highlights video that had autoplayed on the television while he was checking his phone. You were forced to put the chef’s knife down when his arm wrapped around your shoulders, pressing his lips to your ear and making your face hot with a few choice words.

“Mm, don’t I usually?” He’s smiling up at you, continuing the smooth and gentle pace of his fingers.

“Dylan,” you start, wishing you could comb your fingers through his messy chestnut hair. There’s a playfulness in his eyes that signals you to change your strategy; needy whines would no longer get you what you want. “You haven’t made it easy for me, either.” His fingers press into the spongy tissue of your anterior vaginal wall and you squeeze around him. “You know I’ve been good enough. I’m here, still stuck to the headboard–I ate your cum, babe, please.”

His fingers still and a snort comes from his nose. “Yeah. Thanks for that, very hot.” He winks at you. “But, uh…” His hands find themselves back on your hip bones. “If we’re doing this transactional thing, which I don’t think is necessary, by the way… I think you have some catching up to do.” He leans over you, tip of his nose brushing against yours. “How many times was it yesterday?” His hands smooth over your sides and up to your shoulders, then down your arms to your restraints. You huff; he’s not going to make this easy. It’s never easy. “C’mon…” He fiddles with the strap, loosening and tightening the belt on your wrists over and over. His eyes bore into yours, steady and almost charcoal colored in the light. “How many times did I make you cum, angel?” You attempt to avert his gaze, but one hand grabs your jaw and holds it still. “It’s just us here, baby, nothin’ to be embarrassed about,” he coos. “You can tell me. I’ll let you touch me if you can tell me. Transactional, yeah? Like you wanted?”

“I don’t want it, Dylan.” Your voice is strained. He doesn’t say anything, still hovering over you, one hand on your face and the other on your wrist. A small smile paints his lips as he rubs small circles into your inner arm. You sigh. “Three.”

He wordlessly leans over you, beginning to undo the loops of the cuffs. His lips are on your ear, just like they were this afternoon. “I think you’re forgetting when we woke up at 5 in the morning.”

You gulp at his words, at the memory of groggy kisses and the quick and desperate scrape of his hips against yours. “Four.” Your voice is faint, just loud enough for him to hear. With a final clink, the belt slides from your arms and you wrap them around Dylan’s neck. The first thing you do with your newfound autonomy is pull his mouth to yours. He’s in charge, he’s always in charge, so you take this brief moment of power to get what you want. Your hands wander from the overgrown hairline on the nape of his neck to his collarbones to his biceps, finally free to feel him at your own accord. He grunts when you dig your nails into his shoulders and pull away, clamping his bottom lip between your teeth as you do. “Go down.” You push him away gently.

He narrows his eyes at you, then lightly bites your cheek. “Bossy.”

The way he travels down your body is unceremonious, swiftly positioning your leg over his shoulder and pressing his hot, flat tongue directly onto you with no hesitation. You take a sharp breath at his targeted rubs and gentle pokes, so well-practiced in your pleasure that it’s nearly second nature. You tilt your hips down to grind directly on the firm center of his tongue, which pushes against you while your tight hole grasps and clamps around nothing. Now that you have use of your hands, you take advantage of it. Your right hand finds and tangles with the fingers pressing onto your stomach. The other runs through his hair, gripping the mastoid bone behind his ear to hold him hostage between your legs. The tip of his tongue wetly draws shapes onto your clit and if you weren’t so busy monitoring the volume of your squeaks and mewls, you could’ve sworn he was spelling out his name.

“Good?” The vibration of his voice rattling through your core causes your hips to twitch up into him. “Mmm.” He doesn’t allow you time to respond, continuing to hum into you and clearly entertained by how good it makes you feel. His thumb presses onto your opening while he suckles on you, feeling the way it squeezes with the flicks of his tongue. “Guess I don’t need to ask.”

A groan of protest rumbles from your chest and you grip his hair tightly. “Shut up.”

“I think you love it.” His middle finger finds a home within you, getting a firsthand account of the fluttering of your walls. You’re sensitive, riled up and ready to take him at whatever pace he wants. His demeanor only gets more confident as he feels how your body responds to him. “Oh, angel…” The condescension drips from his tongue slower than molasses. “I know you love it. I know you.”

“Then you know what I really want,” you bite.

Dylan’s face and fingers pull back from you entirely, wholly unamused. “Get on your fucking stomach, then.” He spanks the underside of your thigh hard before removing it from his shoulder. You roll over, knees spread and stomach pressed into the mattress for him. His hands hook around your hips, lifting them to reach his, then lightly press into your lower back to regain the sexy curve of your spine. He uses a thumb to press himself against your slit, allowing you to rock against him. He is sufficiently lubricated by you within seconds, but you continue the pace of your hips just to listen to your muffled moans and the sound of your arousal spreading across your folds. “Atta girl.” He takes it upon himself to press in gently as you move against him, tip appearing and disappearing within you with every shift of your hips. He watches the way his bare cock gets coated in your essence, clearish-white and beginning to build up in the crevice between his head and shaft. “That’s good, baby. I know you can be good when you want to.” His spank across your ass is soft this time, unlike the frustrated one from earlier. You hum at the feeling, mumbling his name and taking him deeper and deeper until he decides to regain control.

You’re slow and steady, appreciating the way he stretches and fills you, working your way up to the delicious pressure that builds in your lower torso when he bottoms out. Your cunt uncontrollably grips to him with every pump and choked grunts reverberate from his throat. Dylan begins to lose his patience once he’s fully sheathed inside of you, keeping a strong grip on your ass and beginning to piston at his own, quicker pace. The sound of your skin is accompanied by your muted cries and his labored breathing. With each full insertion, his balls smack up against your clit, offering welcome and consistent external stimulation. Despite his grip on you, the force of each stroke pushes your knees further and further apart, pulling the connection of your bodies closer and closer to the bed. He switches his position when you’re finally parallel to the bed, lying overtop your back and pumping himself between your thighs. It’s not as deep as it was before, but you experience pressure from above and below, now that your pubic mound is pressed flat to the mattress.

“Ngh… fuck.” Dylan is pressing down on the back of your head, further muffling your moans as the ridge on the underside of his cock presses into your g-spot. He thrusts himself fully in you and holds it, feeling the way your pussy trembles and pulls at him. With a sigh he pulls out and releases your head, moving to sit up against the pillows. “Come here.” You straddle his lap while he reaches to grab the belt, carefully sliding down his cock until he’s filling you completely. You can’t help but move against him, circling your hips and distracting him from the belt momentarily. His lips find yours, then he says, “Wasn’t exactly what I was planning.” With the belt in his fist, he wraps both arms around your waist and pumps into you a few times. Your shoulder is in his mouth as you move against him, soft moans falling from your lips with every scrape of his pubic bone against your clit. He eventually forces himself to still his movements inside of you, pulling back to look at your face. His chest rises and falls quickly and you can only imagine the speed of his heart rate. It probably matches yours. Dylan drapes the belt loosely around your neck, putting the end into the buckle, but not tightening it. “How’s that?” He’s holding your face so tenderly, looking so lovingly into your eyes. “That okay?”

You don’t look away from him, but bring your fingers up to the leather on your neck. “Yeah,” you breathe. Your hands find his on the end of the belt, holding them and guiding him to pull it tight.

Before it’s restricting your breathing, he pulls the long end over your shoulder to hang over your back. “Tell me if it’s too much, okay? Just squeeze my arm, baby, and I’ll get it off.” You nod and attempt to restrain yourself from kissing him. His big hands fiddle with the belt, pushing it up so it can choke you safely and once handled, you feel the cool buckle pressing flat against the nape of your neck. You start slow, rocking against him with no added pressure to your neck. You kiss lazily, just enjoying the feeling before throwing the belt into the mix. After a couple of minutes, he wraps the end of the belt around his fist and allows the weight of his arm to pull it taught. You sigh, enjoying the restriction and the feeling of his teeth on your collarbone.

“Need you… need you t’cum on me, okay angel?” His free hand is on your ass, pulling you onto his cock rhythmically. “Can you do that for me? Need t’feel you.”

Your eyes are closed in ecstasy as you nod. “Tighter... harder, please,” is all you say.

“Okay, okay…” Dylan whispers. His grip on the belt tightens and he pulls down so your neck is tilted back slightly, exposed to him. Both hands are on your waist, holding you still as he moves his hips into yours at a quicker and quicker pace. His tongue is on your neck, pressed to your jugular while increasing the power of his thrusts. The veins are popping out of his arm and hand as he grips the belt tightly. Your moans are ragged, with limited air entering and escaping your lungs. You roll into his thrusts, beginning to feel the warmth of your impending orgasm spreading throughout your abdomen.

“A little tighter,” you whisper. He yanks lightly, finally cutting off your airways as you grind against him, back arching and breast in his mouth. Your hand rests on his arm, gently drawing shapes into it, but not squeezing. “Fuck, fuck…” you hardly make any noise when you speak. Dizziness builds in your head from the lack of oxygen similarly to the way pressure builds in your cunt. It’s almost unbearable, seems almost impossible. As the wave breaks, you dig your nails into Dylan’s bicep and press your mouth to his. He immediately puts two fingers between your neck and the belt, pulling it completely loose and allowing you to take a deep breath when you pull away from the kiss. It’s almost overwhelming, but you stabilize yourself on his shoulder, allowing him to do the rest. He removes the belt and tosses it on the floor with a clang.

Dylan keeps pumping into you as you cum, feeling your cunt milk him into his second orgasm of the day. “So fuckin’ good for me… Ah–!” He stalls his hips and presses your body down to ensure he’s as deeply in you as possible. You feel him twitch, then attempt to press further into you before a warmth coats your walls. You clamp around him as he moves inside of you to fill you as much he’s able to. Your chests are pressed together, heavily breathing, and minds attempting to come back to Earth. Your open mouth presses to his, licking his teeth and finding his tongue. Despite the sensitivity of your cunt, you continue to ride him at a slow pace, his cum dribbling from your hole, down his cock and puddling at his balls. “Mm, fuck.” He firmly presses himself into you, twitching inside of you. “I wanna, baby, but I don’t think there’s anything left in me,” he mumbles against your lips.

“Jus’stay.” Your arms wrap around his torso as you slump onto him. Your pussy gives a final good, hard squeeze and he presses a kiss to your cheek.

“Alright, angel.”

wow okay. anyone else sweating? thank you for reading! hope u enjoyed, as always feel free to reblog, like, and lmk what you think :D

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wildflowerdylan · 2 years ago

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BEST FRIENDS

PART ONE - PART TWO - PART THREE

Pairing: Dylan O’Brien x Reader

Warnings: 18+ content, drinking, smoking, cursing.

Concept: Y/N and Dylan have been best friends for years, but Dylan has a girlfriend who is less than friendly and so incredibly annoying. Oh, and Y/N is secretly in love with Dylan.

Julia lived with her longterm girlfriend, Aly. They had this great place in the city that we all would gather monthly for a group party. It was the best way to get everyone to catch up for hours without paying out the ass for booze. Mikey and Olivia came over to my place before the big party to pregame, get ready, and force me to come. Olivia put me in black pants and the tiniest top she could find in my closet while Mikey handed me shot after shot. About two hours later, the three of us arrived at Julia's.

“Hey!” Aly cheered as she gave each of us a hug individually. “You look stunning!” Aly smiled as she held me a little tighter. “Kamille isn’t here yet.” She pulled away and watched as a weight lifted off my shoulders. I’ve never been so relieved to learn that Dylan wasn’t there. I smiled at the girl and then walked past her to the kitchen to get another drink. I’ve got enough time to be drunk enough to handle dealing with this girl.

I open their large fridge and pull out a can of whatever is closest and a couple of jello shots. I throw my head back and immediately suck three shots down before cracking open the can in my hands and closing the fridge. I turn and see a tall figure watching me with a smirk, making me jump just enough to spill some of my drink. “God! Why didn’t you say anything!” The man scoffed lightly, “I thought we weren’t talking right now.” I looked at him emotionless. “We aren’t.” Dylan rolls his eyes for a second, “I thought you’d be happy that Kamille isn’t here.” I turned to face him again after trying my best to leave the kitchen without any more words. “I am happy. I’m ecstatic, even! Because now I don’t have to worry about being fucking bullied for just existing!” Dylan scoffed angrily, “Get off your high horse, Y/N/N. She’s not that bad.” I put my drink down on the counter and walk closer to the man in front of me, “Yes, she is! Her entire existence is to hurt my feelings!” Both of our voices were rising more and more with each word. I could hear Julia turning the music up to give us some sort of privacy. “She’s got a good reason for it, Y/N.” I throw my hands up angrily, “Are you fucking serious?” Dylan mocks my actions. “What could possibly be a good enough reason to be a bitch?” Dylan moves closer to me again, “Because she’s jealous. She’s jealous of how close we are.” I shake my head back and forth, close enough to feel his breath on my face. “That’s a bullshit fucking reason, Dylan. She’s the one dating you, not me.” We were both breathing heavily and angrily, our eyes switching back and forth as we argued like we’ve never argued before. The silence should’ve helped us both calm down, but it didn’t. The only thing that changed any demeanor between the two of us in the present moment was the sudden leap Dylan took.

He pressed his lips against mine feverishly. His hand wrapped around the back of my neck as both my arms wrapped around his. His other hand found my waist followed by the first hand as he picked me up and sat me on the counter. His lips paced insatiably down my neck and chest. “Dylan-” I moaned as he hit every spot I wanted him to. “Wait- Dylan-” He continued moving around my body. His lips finally made their way back to my own and so did the thought I had before, “Wait.” He pulled away breathlessly. “What?” I looked at him for a second as I tried to catch my breath as well. “What the hell are we doing?” Dylan looked around for a moment, noting where each of his hands were, “Making out?” I shook my head, “No, no, Dylan. I mean, what the fuck is this? What about Kamille?” Dylan shrugged his shoulders, “I thought you hated Kamille.” He sighed as he began kissing my neck again. I pushed him back softly, “Dylan.” The man pulled away from me again with a tense look on his face. “Look, Y/N/N, there’s something I sort of left out about Kamille and I’s relationship.” I nod my head to urge him to continue. “We have an open relationship.” I furrow my eyebrows at the boy in between my legs - the one that I’ve been wanting in between my legs. He shrugs, “Basically, we can fuck whoever we want as long as we come home to each other at the end of the day.” Dylan smirks softly before eyeing my lips again and diving back in. At first, I let him graciously - not fully processing what he just said to me. Moments later, I moan his name again. “Dylan.” He smirks into my shoulder, “God, I love hearing you moan that.” I shook my head, “No, Dyl-” I sigh, pushing the boy back, “No. No, no, no.” Dylan looks back at me in confusion, “What?” I shake my head and hop down off the counter top. “I-I’m not just someone you can fuck. I’m your friend- your best friend…” I pause and shake my head before mumbling quietly, “Or at least I thought I was…”

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ahgrace6 · 5 months ago

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Melody finds out | Stiles Stilinski

Context: if melody and stiles had sex before going over to Lydia’s house. or if teen wolf was rated R (a continuation of the witch who cried wolf episode 5 | the tell)

Warning: smut, p in v, oral (male receiving), virgin!stiles, buzzcut!stiles, virgin!melody

Melissa had let melody stay home the following day after the incident in the video store. "alright sweetie, im off to work." melissa calls from the front door as it clicks shut.

sometime later a shout of "melody!" was heard from downstairs. Rolling her eyes the girl gets up from her bed and walks down to open the door to reveal stiles standing there. "are you okay? what did you see last night?" stiles asks the girl. Rolling her eyes Melody replies "i'm fine stiles, i didn't see anything." and begins climbing the stairs again.

Stiles who is unhappy with this answer after seeing her shaking form last night closes the front door and begins following the girl up the stairs. she was dressed in just his shirt and a pair of blue panties that peeked out from under the shirt making his breath hitch as he looks away not wanting to perv on the girl.

entering her bedroom melody sat down looking at the boy with an irritated look on her face, he and scott had been hiding something from her since the first day of school and now he wanted information from her?

"please." stiles asks sitting next to her on the bed. Melody smiles and replies "i'll tell you what i saw if you tell me what you and scott have been hiding from me." the blonde attempts to bargain with the boy.

"uh." stiles hesitates not knowing how scott would feel if he revealed that the shaggy haired boy was a werewolf. Sensing the boy’s hesitation and wanting the information the blonde smiled stating "i can get it from you another way."

stiles' brows furrow. "you can?" "uh huh." she answers getting within millimeters from his face before climbing on top of his lap straddling him. stiles breath hitches as he looks at the girl on top of him "oh my god." he whispers 'is this a dream?' he thinks.

"tell me what's going on stiles." melody demands. stiles stays silent and frozen his hands glued to his sides awkwardly causing the blonde to grab the buzzcut boy's hands and placing them on her ass. stiles lets out a moan like sound at the feeling hesitating before squeezing. "come on stiles." the blonde persuades wrapping her arms around the boys neck their faces centimeters apart.

"you tell me what's going on, i tell you what i saw and then we can have some fun." she smiles slowly bringing her hand down his chest and stomach smiling seductively at him. "don't you wanna have fun with me stiles?" she asks lightly as her hands brush his belt buckle.

the boys head nods up and down aggressively as he pulls her closer to him on his lap his hard cock pressing against her barely clothed heat a whimper leaving the girls throat. melody pushes his body onto her bed leaning over him now. "im sitting on top of you in just my underwear with your shirt on stiles, i could easily just take off the shirt.. do you want that?" the blonde asks seductively "yes, god, please." stiles breathes out the girls hands go towards the bottom of her shirt slowly lifting it "please, stiles. just tell me what's going on, im not gonna tell anyone." she asks once again.

"Scott's a werewolf." stiles mumbles out in his fog of desire when her breasts are revealed. melody's eyes widen as she sits up still straddling the boy her shirt lowering "a werewolf?" she asks. stiles nods aggressively "yes, and an alpha is trying to bring him into his pack and make him kill people." the boy mumbled out his hand cupping her face bringing her lips towards his. her breath mixes with his as stiles connects their lips.

Melody’s tongue enters stiles mouth brushing against the boys own tongue. Breaking apart from the boy Melody rips off her shirt and discards it on the floor. Stiles eyes widen as the blondes breasts are exposed again his hands going up to fondle them. Reconnecting their lips stiles pulls the girl closer to his body.

Stiles lips slowly go down towards melody’s neck sucking on the skin to show everyone that they were wrong, he finally got the girl of his dreams, she wanted him and he wasn't gonna let her go. His lips going back up to her mouth stiles whispers “I’ve always wanted you, baby.” Whimpering into the boys mouth Melody replies “me too stiles” in a whisper.

“Stiles.” She whispers again, “you’re wearing too many clothes.” Stiles immediately removes his shirt and she begins to kiss down his naked torso down to his happy trail. “You want me to suck your cock baby?” She whispers making stiles rapidly nod up and down.

Removing stiles belt, jeans and boxers Melody stares at stiles cock before wrapping her hand around the base “it’s so big, baby.” She whispers as his eyes roll into the back of his head at the pleasure.

she begins licking the tip of stiles cock before going down to the base licking a long strip from the bottom to the top just like lydia had spoke about when talking about blowjobs, stiles hands thread through the girls hair as she begins sucking on the boys dick.

moans can be heard coming from the boys mouth until he rips her off right before he cums. melody whimpers in annoyance as she wants to taste his cum but he pulls her back to his lap whispering "i wanna cum inside you, baby."

smiling melody removes her underwear making them both completely naked. arousal coats the blue panties causing stiles to moan as he brings his fingers to her heat feeling a pool of wetness.

"what about a condom?" stiles asks as melody lines herself up with his cock. "i think Scott keeps some in the bathroom." the blonde replies getting off the boy and heading to her and Scott's shared bathroom in search for a condom retrieving one and climbing back on top of the boy their mouths intertwined again.

melody fiddles with the packet opening it and rolling the condom onto stiles before lining herself up with him and sinking down. a large moan erupts from the boys mouth as melody whimpers into his neck from the stretch.

"are you okay?" stiles asks concerned. "yeah baby, im okay." she smiles as she connects their lips again whimpering into the kiss when she lifts herself back up and down again.

after a few minutes the two are moaning messes stiles hips come up to thrust into her as she rides him. "so good stiles." she moans. "perfect. so perfect." he moans back in response.

she clenches around him and stiles assumes that means she's close. "stiles." she whimpers. a loud moan erupts from stiles mouth as a warm sensation fills the blond as stiles orgasms. melody following shortly after.

lifting herself off of stiles cock melody whimpers from the empty feeling. stiles removes the condom heading to the bathroom to dispose of it coming back with a warm wash cloth to clean the girl up. afterwards stiles pulls the girl back towards him holding her close to his body as the blondes phone goes off bringing the two back to reality.

Scott's a werewolf and there's an alpha werewolf running around killing people.

melody opens her phone seeing a message from Lydia. a video of the monster she'd seen last night.

"this is what i saw." melody tells the boy turning the phone towards him. "this is the alpha? isn't it?" she asks. stiles hesitantly nods "i think so." "Lydia." melody mumbles getting out of stiles embrace and walking towards her dresser.

the two redress and head to Lydia's. stiles immensely happy but disappointed that their cuddling had been cut short.

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mysticallystilinski · 1 year ago

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FEELING [ stiles x fem! reader ]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“round 2?”

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ateotd-izzy · 10 months ago

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it’s nice to have a friend - stiles stilinski x fem!reader

“you been stressed out lately, yeah, me too”

summary: you didn’t have many friends in middle school, not until you met a boy one afternoon. it was nice to have a friend. especially one that lasted as long as stiles did.

“something gave you the nerve to touch my hand”

notes: friends to lovers (obv), it’s just very sweet and fluffy, i just love him sm :3

“it’s nice to have a friend”

☾

the first time you met stiles stilinski was on a cold winter afternoon back in the seventh grade.

snow in beacon hills wasn’t common at all, so you weren’t exactly prepared for the freezing weather.

and to top it all off, while you were in school, you had lost your gloves at some point during the day.

so now you were walking home with the fear that you were going to lose your hands to frostbite.

as you walked, you noticed the boy walking on the sidewalk next to you looking at you while you rubbed your hands together.

“you could borrow one of mine if you’d like.” he suddenly spoke and you turned to look at him.

“what?” 13-year-olds didn’t exactly always have the best manners.

he pulled one of his gloves off of his hand and held it out to you. “you don’t wanna get hypothermia. i did a science report on it, like, two years ago. it’s not cool.”

“who are you?” you asked as you took the glove and slipped it onto your hand.

“oh, right, i’m stiles.” he held out his bare hand to you.

“y/n.” you smiled, shaking his hand with your own non-gloved hand. “sheriff stilinski’s your dad, right?”

“yup.” stiles nodded with a smile. “are you doing anything this afternoon?”

“no… why?”

“wanna hang out?”

this strange and very sweet boy who you had just met was asking to hang out with you.

“what would we do?” you asked curiously as the two of you walked.

“i have a bunch of video games.”

you smiled. “yeah, sounds like fun.”

so stiles walked you to his house where the two of you hung out playing video games in his living room until his dad got home.

by then you had lost track of time and had to go home.

“see you tomorrow, y/n.” stiles smiled from the door as you walked down onto the sidewalk.

“see ya, stiles.”

the next day wasn’t as cold. the snow had all melted and it was warm enough to not have to wear too many layers.

at school, stiles sat at the desk next to yours first period and discreetly passed you a note when the teacher wasn’t looking.

you carefully unfolded it to see his messy handwriting across the lines on the paper.

wanna hang out with me and scott today?

it’s nice to have a friend

five years later you sat beside stiles on the hood of his jeep.

he had parked on the cliff side so the two of you could watch the sunset.

the sky before you was a soft, light pink as the sun had begun sinking behind the horizon.

this night was one where the two of you were free of the troubles of werewolves, banshees, dread doctors and theo raeken, who had recently been sent to hell.

you’d had a crush on the boy sitting beside you, your best friend, for the last two years at least. around the time where all the werewolf troubles began back in your sophomore year.

and this night in particular, you didn’t have a curfew. your parents thought you were staying at stiles’ house for the night, which wasn’t exactly a lie.

most nights you would sneak out when it came to supernatural stuff, but this time it was just you and stiles hanging out.

“wanna play 20 questions?” you asked as the sky began to grow darker, but the pink and orange stayed.

“why? we practically know everything about each other.” stiles chuckled and you shrugged.

“we haven’t been able to just hang out like this lately.” you pointed out. “there’s always been something else.”

so stiles agreed to the game and the two of you played. most of the questions were silly, stuff about movies and games that you already knew the answers to.

but some of the questions were more real. about school and college, or scott’s lycanthropy.

then stiles told you, unprovoked, about how stressed out he had been lately. with theo, donovan, the dread doctors, scott, and the overwhelming fear that everyone was going to leave him behind.

“yeah, i get it. i absolutely get it.” you bumped his shoulder with your own. “but you don’t need to worry. you’ll always have me.”

stiles smiled as he looked at you beside him, while you looked back at the sunset.

he looked down at your hand, which was sitting on the hood of his jeep in between the two of you.

and slowly, despite his nerves jittering, he moved his hand from his leg and sat it beside yours, your fingers brushing against his.

stiles didn’t know that small touch sent what felt like a jolt of electricity through your body and butterflies into your stomach.

then, while looking forward, stiles moved his hand even closer and sat his on top of yours.

your lips fought back the smile that was growing on your face, and stiles saw it from his peripheral vision as he laced your fingers together.

he held your hand tightly in his and you put your head on his shoulder as the sun disappeared from sight.

“i like you, stiles.” you spoke softly and stiles didn’t answer. for a moment you thought you had messed something up, so you lifted your head off his shoulder.

then stiles said the same thing. “i like you, too.”

and then he kissed you.

it’s nice to have a friend

“stiles, put me down!” you exclaimed, your arms wrapped around his neck tightly in fear that he would drop you.

he laughed but slowly helped you stand on the porch.

your hands trailed up his body until they were sitting on his shoulders before you kissed him.

his hands moved to hold your hips and yours drifted up to the sides of his face.

you pulled back and smiled.

“come on, mrs. stilinski, into the house we go.” stiles pulled the keys from his pocket and unlocked the front door.

you and stiles had gotten married just a month ago, not long after you had finished college and he started in the fbi.

as the two of you walked into your house, you took stiles’ hand in yours and intertwined your fingers.

you had moved out of beacon hills and now lived somewhere where it snowed a lot more frequently. that made you happy, because snow always reminded you of the day you first met stiles.

you watched the snow fall outside through the kitchen window while you started to make dinner.

“babe,” you called for stiles from the kitchen and he was before you in a flash.

“yeah?”

“you wanna watch a movie while we eat?” you asked and his face lit up the same way it would back when you were teenagers.

“star wars?” he asked, quirking his eyebrows and pressing his lips together, his own little pleading face.

“sure.” you chuckled and turned to grab something from the fridge.

stiles’ arms wrapped their way around your middle from behind and his chin sat on your shoulder. kissing your cheek, stiles smiled as he hugged you tightly.

“you want help with dinner?” he mumbled against your neck.

“yeah.” you lifted one of your hands back to brush through his hair. “you want to help?”

“of course.” he pressed a few slow kisses to your neck before slowly letting go of you and moving to the counter. “what are we making?”

it’s nice to have a friend

tags: @brvceyamada

#stiles stilinski x reader #stiles stilinski #dylan o’brien x reader #teen wolf #dylan o’brien #taylor swift #stiles stilinski oneshot #teen wolf fanfiction #lover #it’s nice to have a friend

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stiles-o-dylan24 · 1 year ago

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|| Thomas x Reader || TST&TDC mini-rewrite || ∞ Fluff Ω Angst ✤Smut

Part 1 - Remember ∞ Ω

Part 2 - Remember More of You ∞ Ω

Part 3 -Remember Me ∞ Ω

Part 4 -Remember, I’m Yours ∞ Ω ✤

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stilinskikisses · 1 month ago

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𝑨𝑮𝑨𝑰𝑵 - Noah Cyrus, XXXTENTACION

╭┉┉┅┄┄•◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ

𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑬𝑺 𝑺𝑻𝑰𝑳𝑰𝑵𝑺𝑲𝑰 𝑿 𝑹𝑬𝑨𝑫𝑬𝑹

•◦ೋ•◦❥•◦ೋ•┈┄┄┅┉╯

Summary | Drunken encounters with your favorite ex boyfriend <3

Content Warnings | Underage drinking, Slight smut ish?, mentions of sex, attempted assault? Swearing.

[ Idk how I feel about this it was kind of rushed and not planned that well but I might do a part two? ]

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ʸᵒᵘ ʲᵘˢᵗ ᵐᵃᵈᵉ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˢᵗ ᵐⁱˢᵗᵃᵏᵉ, ᵃⁿᵈ ʸᵒᵘˡˡ ʳᵉᵍʳᵉᵗ ⁱᵗ, ᵈᵃʳˡⁱⁿᵍ.

I don’t know how you’re always getting yourself in this position, but somehow, someway you’re always here.

ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒⁿᶜᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍⁱᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗᵃᵏᵉ

Currently leaning against a pillar with not a single thought in your head, so completely shitfaced you can’t even comprehend what’s going on with all the blasting music, your pounding headache, and the flashing party lights.

ʸᵒᵘˡˡ ᵒⁿˡʸ ᵉⁿᵈ ᵘᵖ ʷᵃⁿᵗⁱⁿᵍ (ᵒʰʰ, ᵒᵒʰ, ᵒᵒʰ) ʷᵃˢ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰⁱⁿᵍ ʰᵃʳᵈ ᵉⁿᵒᵘᵍʰ ?

Pulling your phone out of your back pocket dialing the one number you shouldn’t be, your ex boyfriends. Stiles. He had just broken up with you last week, for some dumbass reason. Something along the lines of… “i’m sorry y/n I really am.” “I’m not trying to hurt you love, trust me i’m doing this for you.”

(ᵒᵒʰ, ᵒʰʰ, ᵒᵒʰ) ᶜᵃᵘˢᵉ ᵒⁿᵉ ᵈᵃʸ ʸᵒᵘˡˡ ʷᵃᵏᵉ ᵘᵖ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵗʰᵉⁿ ʸᵒᵘˡˡ ˢᵃʸ.

Thoughts of crying and begging him to stay lingering in your drunken mind, as you hear your phone ring and his voice. Oh how much you loved his voice, a voice that would comfort you when you were sad and one that’s would say wondrous things to you and your body when you fucked.

"ˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ. ˡ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ" ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ, ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ. ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

“y/n?” You smile at his voice. His very dreamy voice, “helloooo? y/n? What’s Wrong, are you okay? Are you in trouble?!” He asks all too concerned. “I’m fineeee stilesss” You say slurring your words and dragging out the s. “Are you drunk? Since when do you drink?” He asks you reaming calm. “I dunno, It just, just.” You say not remembering what you were rambling on about. “Stiles?” “Yeah baby?” The nickname making your heart melt completely. “I miss you, like a lot more than I should.” You say trying not to tear up.

(ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ) ˡ-ˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ, ᵇᵃᵇʸ ˡˡˡ ʰᵒˡᵈ ᵐʸ ᵇʳᵉᵃᵗʰ.

“I miss you to y/n.” He reply’s then stays quiet listening to you sniffle, “But you really hurt me stiles, like really bad. For that your such an asshole, and I hateeee you so much.” Your words completely slurred once again. “I know love.” He replies, “how about you let me come pick you up and bring you home.” He says considering your wasted state.

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ, ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛ ᵉᵐᵉ. ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ (ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ)

ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ, ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ, ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇʸ

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵘⁿᵗⁱˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

“Maybe.” “Stay on the phone with me until I get there, I should be there shortly alright?” “Your such a dick stiles.” He listens. “Y-You, Y-your.” You say while breaking out crying. “I know, y/n. I know I fucked up and i’m sorry but I’ll be there soon baby hold on.” “o-okk can we talk when you get here?” You say as you slide down the pillar hold your knees as your eyes slowly shut. “Of course we can.”

(ᵒʰʰ ᵒʰʰ) ˢʰᵉˢ ˢᶜʳᵉᵃᵐⁱⁿᵍ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ʰᵉᵃᵈ (ᵒʰʰ ᵒʰʰ) ˡ ˡᵉᶠᵗ ʰᵉʳ ʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˡ ˢˡᵉᵖᵗ. ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ˡ ᶜᵃⁿᵗ ᵉˢᶜᵃᵖᵉ ⁱᵐ ʳᵘⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᶠʳᵒᵐ ᵐʸˢᵉˡᶠ.

ˢᵒᵐᵉʷʰᵉʳᵉ ⁱⁿ ᵇᵉᵗʷᵉᵉⁿ ⁱⁿ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵇʳᵒᵏᵉⁿ ⁱᵐ ⁱⁿ ʰᵉˡˡ ˢᵃʸⁱⁿᵍ, "ˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ ˡ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶠʳⁱᵉⁿᵈ."

Once he arrives he gets out of his car checking your location before heading out back to the patio seeing you corned by two guys, clearly trying to get one thing out of you and one thing only.

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ( ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ)

“Hey! y/n!” Stiles tells the two guys looking back at him, he jogs over to you, to find out with mascara running down your eyes as-well as tears. “Hey go find your own girl to fuck we got this one man.” One of the guys says to Stiles. Stiles immediately punches the guy square in the nose making him groan in pain as blood poured out. The other guy backed off and walked away.

ˡ-ˡ ʷᵃⁿⁿᵃ ᵇᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˡᵒᵛᵉʳ ʸᵒᵘʳᵉ ˡᵉᵃᵛⁱⁿᵍ ʷʰᵉⁿ ᵗʰᵉ ᶜˡᵒᶜᵏ ʰⁱᵗˢ ᵗᵉⁿ. ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ.

ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ ᵇᵃᵇᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ,

Stiles grabs you carrying you out over his shoulder as you hit his back cursing him out. “You’re such an asshole! I hate you stiles. I hate you so much Stiles’s stilinski! I hate your dumbass laugh and your stupid personality!” he sits you down in the passenger seat buckles you in then headed into the drivers seat. Driving the Car past your house to his. Knowing your parents would loose their mind if they found you in this state.

ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒⁿᵗ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵍᵒᵗ ᵗⁱˡˡ ⁱᵗˢ ᵍᵒⁿᵉ ᵐʸ ᵈᵉᵃʳ,

Once you get to his house he parks the car then stares as you as you cry. “B-but most of all I hate how you broke my heart, and how i’m still so in love with you.” You sobbed, He looks at you with sorrow and guilt, then he leans forward pressing his lips against yours his lips soft, filled with love and memories.

ˢᵒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ

“I know baby, trust me I know.” “I love you so much more than you even know y/n.” He stated as he got out of the car carrying you up to his bed getting you changed into comfy clothes then cuddling in next to you.

“I love you Stiles.”

“I love you way more y/n.”

ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ˡᵒᵛᵉ ᵐᵉ ᵃᵍᵃⁱⁿ

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sugarcoatedstarkey · 2 years ago

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An Office Affair

Pairing - Dylan O’brien x fem!reader

Summary - Dylan started with the company 3 years ago and you both just click.

Warning- semi public sexual intercourse, fingering, choking, hair pulling, language. [18+]

You're unsure how you ended up in this predicament. You think back to how the last 3 years had played out, you and Dylan had been flirty from the get go.

He was a new hire and you organised his desk before he started, that was one of your many tasks. You always left the new starters a little good luck note and a small chocolate bar, just something to welcome and edge them on.

Dylan had been one of the few who really appreciated the small gesture, he asked around and found out that it was you who left the note. So he responded by leaving you a note a few weeks later, suddenly it had become a game of leaving each other notes until finally you both bumped into each other on level 3.

You didn’t work on the same floor as you were always out and about with the big boss, bringing him coffees and writing minutes in meetings. So when you were actually in the office you sat on level 7, you had gone down to level 3 to fix up another new starters desk that happened to be next to Dylan’s.

You both just clicked and the flirting begun, it started on the notes and then it moved to small touches when you were in the same room, Dylan dropping you coffee on level 7 and you ‘needing’ to stock up your stationary box each week just to see him.

And now here you are, 3 years later. Skirt bunched up around your hips, panties pulled to the side and heels digging into the very expensive printer.

Dylan’s fingers deep inside your soaked cunt, your head dropped back as he licks and sucks at the skin of your neck. “Jesus Dylan” you moaned, his thumb played with your oversensitive clit.

You clenched around him, sucking his fingers in deeper. He was toying with your sweet spot, pushing you closer to your release. “Oh… faster please” you begged, your fingernails leaving half crescent moons on his shoulder blades.

His scruffy beard scratching at your collar bone, his hot breath fanning over your skin. “Fuck… I love the sounds you make” Dylan professed, his fingers picking up speed within your pussy.

Your juices running down his fingers, the sound of your wet cunt filled the stationary room. The small light left on illuminated your bodies, shadows bouncing off the four walls. “I’m so close!” You cried, grinding your hips into his hand.

He had three fingers buried deep inside, knuckles disappearing within you. Tears trickled down your cheeks as your high finally reached you, your walls pulsating around his digits.

Your soft cries muffled by his shoulder as you gripped onto him for dear life, your legs shaking against the printer. He didn’t let up his movements until you began to push him fingers away, your pussy physically crying at his touch.

He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked, your eyes practically rolled to the back of your head in delight. “Fuck… your so hot” you state, pulling him to you by the back of his head.

His lips pressed to yours harshly, your fingers fiddling with his Armani belt. You finally got him free, staring down at his cock that stood proud. The head redden and leaking pre cum, screaming to be touched.

Your hand reaches out to grip him, giving him a soft tug. He emits a choked groan, palms making contact with the printer to keep himself steady. “Sweet girl… I’m going to need to fuck you now or I’ll come in your hand” he admits.

You nod your head profusely and bring him to your folds, dragging him up and down, collecting the juices with his tip. He nudged himself against your swollen clit, a shiver running through your spine.

“Come on pretty girl”

He grips your hips and pushes inside of you without warning, a husky groan leaves his lips. You feel physically full, your walls fluttering around his girthy cock. “I’m going to move us” he states, pulling out of you momentarily.

He pulls you from the printer and spins you around, pushing your upper back down. Angling your face against the printer and bringing your ass up higher, pushing himself back into you.

“Oh sweet Jesus” you exclaim, his hips meet the swell of your ass cheeks with each thrust. You can feel his heavy balls against your clit, your fingers curling around the printer for support.

“You feel so good… I’ve wanted to fuck you in this room the moment I laid eyes on you” he admits, you let out a grunt of agreement. Pushing your hips back to meet him roughly.

“Dylan… harder!” You order, you need him to give it his all. Your pussy needed to be abused by him, it weeped for him. Arousal soaking his thick cock, his movements quickened. Hands gripping onto your hips for support once more. “Faster!”.

Your breathless moans are muffled by your biceps, burying your head against your skin. His fingers interlock with the loose ponytail and yank your upright, your back meeting his chest. “Don’t hide those sweet sounds”.

You cry out in pleasure, his hand sliding from your hair to your throat. He gives it a slight squeeze, the breath getting caught for a moment. “Fuck” you breath when he lets go, that breathless daze you get when your running out of breath washes over you. “Do it again”.

He gives you another squeeze and you claw at his arm, pressing your hips into him again. He pulls out of you again and drags you towards the desk, dropping you onto the wooden table and lining himself up with you again. “We’ve got 5 minutes before the cleaners clock on” Dylan states, eyes darting to the clock beside them.

You nod your head, his movements quicken. The desk hitting the wall in the process, the noise echoing within the stationary room. You grip onto his shoulders, biting down on your lower lip as he fucks you with such force you feel like you might both go through the wall.

“Oh god.. Dylan! Fuck!” You cry, you clit rubs against the skin of his lower stomach. The familiar tingle begins to spread through your body, your pussy pulsating around his cock.

“Dyl… I’m going to cum” you warn, squeezing your eyes shut and biting down onto his shoulder. He grabs your waist and angles himself deeper, your cries are muffled by his shirt.

You can no longer hold on, letting the wave of pleasure hit you at full force. Physically shaking around him, toes curling and walls fluttering. You're soaking his cock, pure arousal dripping from every inch of you.

He’s right behind you, cock buried deep and spurting cum into you. You can feel him shudder and jerk against you, his moans and groans of pleasure filling the room. You press your lips to his as he cums, hands holding his face against yours.

“It took us 3 years to do that” you breath, he begins to pull out of you slowly. He chuckles and takes a seat next to you. “Let’s not leave it another 3 years to repeat it” he jokes, giving you another peck on the lips.

The lights on level 3 turn back on, indicating the cleaners have clocked on. The two of you rush to clean yourself up and get changed, sneaking out of the building going unnoticed.

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