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nobitchs-world ยท 5 months ago
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If I ever get these men in my claws I will transform into the ultimate freak
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strangerstilinski ยท 1 year ago
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๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ž๐ฌ ๐ฌ๐ญ๐ข๐ฅ๐ข๐ง๐ฌ๐ค๐ข ๐ฑ ๐Ÿ๐ž๐ฆ!๐ซ๐ž๐š๐๐ž๐ซ
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๐๐จ๐งโ€™๐ญ ๐ญ๐ž๐ฅ๐ฅ ๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ญ๐ญ๐ฒ ๐ฉ๐ญ. 1 โ€” ๐ซ๐จ๐ฌ๐œ๐จ๐ž
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You'd both sworn. You'd sworn that you wouldn't subject yourselves to sex in the Jeep ever again. Not after the last time ended with so many unnecessary injuries between the two of you. Following one rolled ankle, a noticeable egg on the back of your head, and a bruise to Stiles' elbow that had been so worryingly dark that the purple had been mottled with spots nearly black in color, it was decided that handjobs were fine, blowjobs were great, fingering was.. sufficient. But full-out sex โ€” You had sworn, never again. And, yet..
You can't find it in yourself to care when the dizzying warmth of Stiles' breath falls against your spit slick, kiss swollen lips. Your mouths have separated only as a result of the way he's trying to maneuver you into a better position, a closer position, large hands encasing your waist as he drags you over to straddle his lap. The moment you've settled against his thighs, his hands are already pushing their way up underneath your skirt, fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties as his mouth finds its way to your cheek, your jaw, your neck.
And fuck if your own hands aren't already scrambling to undo the button on his jeans, tearing them open and pushing up on your knees just enough that you two of you can work his pants and boxers down his thighs just a few inches.
His cock springs free, already almost fully hard with the anticipation of what's to come, and your mouth nearly waters at the sight. You will never tire of the sight of Stiles' cock, you're sure of it. When your hand wraps around him, your fingers don't meet, and when you give the fat length of him a gentle tug, he groans deliciously into the skin of your throat, hips jerking up as he chases the feeling.
โ€œHey, slow down, why don'tcha?โ€ Stiles teases softly, โ€œWhy're you in such a hurry, huh? Got somewhere else to be or-โ€ He cuts off with another quiet groan as you twist your wrist the way he likes, โ€œOr something?โ€
โ€œShush, you.โ€ You reply with a smacking kiss to his mouth.
His fingers are moving in a teasing touch beneath your skirt, skimming the sensitive skin of your belly before finding home on your thighs. He gives the softness a pinch just hard enough to have you gasping before he's slipping beneath the fabric to drag long fingers between your folds.
โ€œShit, babe,โ€ Stiles groans, his lips finding your cheek again before he drops a light kiss to your chin, โ€œYou're this wet already?โ€ He asks, as if you haven't been working each other up for the last twenty minutes with heated touches and even hotter kisses.
He punctuates his question by slipping two fingers inside you in a ridiculously easy glide, the stretch making your eyebrows pull together as your jaw falls slack. He's giving you shallow thrusts, trying to open you up a little and get you ready for what will come next, and your free hand falls to his arm, tethering yourself with fingers circling his wrist in a firm grip. The way the muscles in his arm work with each drag out and then back in has your fingernails digging little crescent moons beneath the dark hairs on his forearm.
Your head is thrown back in pleasure, and it feels like it might weigh a million pounds when you drag it forward again to drop your forehead to his, your hips rocking down onto his fingers and your hand still working him to full hardness, closing over the head of his cock and collecting his precome just to slip back down his length again and again.
It had been days of longing glances across crowded rooms, and lingering touches that were a little unnecessary but desperately craved, and pushing maybe a little too far into each other's space when one of you needed to grab something just to feel the sparks along your skin. Each tiny moment shared had built upon one another slowly, day after day, and now that you're together, skin on skin and teeth and tongues on lips โ€” that fire between you finally burns bright again.
You're both panting a little breathlessly already, worked up beyond belief after not finding moment alone like this in what feels like ages. Hot breaths mingle between your parted lips, the sound of it broken up by the quiet little noises clawing their way up your throats.
You've missed him desperately amidst the chaos that the week has brought. You find yourself wanting him to wreck you beyond repair, to turn your brain inside out until he is all that remains โ€” no stresses about infuriating assholes in the form of college professors, or pack disputes, or the supernatural threat of the week โ€” and the way Stiles continues to work his fingers inside you, pushing in deep until he's caressing that spot that makes your vision white out a bit at the edges, you think he's well on his way toward that wreckage.
โ€œCondom?โ€ You question desperately, tugging at his wrist in signal for him to extract himself from you.
He's muttering to himself while he fumbles to get access to where his back pocket is scrunched up beneath his thighs and you push up onto your knees all the while, maneuvering your underwear down one leg and then the other until you're free of them. When he produces the little foil packet, you take it from him without prompt, tearing it open and rolling it down over him in a quick, practiced motion that has him biting his lips together to hold back a curse.
Stiles slides his hips down the seat a bit further and grips the backs of your thighs to support you as you guide his tip to your entrance. The moment you start to sink down, his fingers dig into the doughy flesh of your thighs, fingertips curling below the curve of your ass to help spread you wider as he fills you up nice and slow.
โ€œYou got it, baby,โ€ Stiles praises quietly, lips catching against your cheekbone to leave a small peck to your flushed skin, โ€œThere y'go.โ€
You're shuddering through your breaths as you accommodate to the stretch, knowing that every inch just a precursor to where he's thickest at the base. It's slow going, painful and delicious all at once, but when your hips finally meet his, clit nestling right up against the thatch of hair that trails from his belly button down to where you're connected, you let out a breathy sigh of relief.
Now that you're seated, his hands leave your backside to skate higher, rough fingertips dragging up to the back of your skirt to massage at your spine. You feel him fiddle with the zip at the back, his eyes meeting yours in silent question before you're nodding and he's giving it a tug and freeing you from the thick fabric.
You can't help but look down, and that first glimpse of where you've sucked him in, where he's filling you to the brim, has you eagerly rocking your hips a little to test the stretch. There's still a bit of an ache, a sharp little sting where you're stretched the widest, but it's lessening already and you can feel that pleasurable fullness behind your navel settling in.
โ€œAlmost,โ€ You update him quietly, combing your fingers through the strands of his hair and grinning softly when he cranes into your touch, โ€œJus' need another minute.โ€
โ€œTake as much time as you need,โ€ He returns earnestly, โ€œYou know I'm just enjoying gettin' you like this. Missed you. This week was the worst.โ€
And it truly has been. Nearly every minute of every day, start to finish, has been an onslaught of lectures and assignments due and pack bullshit that you're both inevitably dragged into every goddamn time โ€” the presence of the token pack humans always necessary if only to give another perspective to a mundane issue that, really, probably could've been solved by your brother and his co-alpha alone. Scott and Derek really shouldn't need to drag the two of you into every little problem โ€” which in turn would leave the two of you with ample time to sneak off somewhere to do this, perhaps in a bed, without the risk of bonked heads or twisted ankles or the bruises that came with ravishing each other in such close confines. And yet, and yet.
You nod in agreement, fingers tangling in the hair at his nape to give it a soft tug, โ€œBeen so busy with classes. N' there've been way, way too many pack meetings,โ€ You complain in a quiet huff, โ€œNot enough time for this..โ€ He grumbles his own agreement as your thumb finds the large beauty mark beneath his ear, โ€œI missed you too.โ€ You return softly.
Stiles is patient as ever, his fingers taking the time to explore every bit of exposed skin on your body with a gentle touch. His arms circle your waist only to release you a second later to run his warm palms up your spine and give your shoulders a squeeze. His movements slow for a moment when he finds the band of your bra, pinching and unclasping it in a practiced motion, and then his big hands are making their way back to the front of your ribs, thumbs dragging against the soft underside of your breasts as he dips his head to press kisses to the newly exposed skin.
You lean back a bit to give him more space to work, savoring in the feeling of his mouth peppering soft kisses over your breasts as your own hands fall from his neck to rest on his pecs. Your fingers trail over dark freckles that dot his skin, nails scraping ever so gently into the patch of hair at the center of his chest.
Even with the windows cracked to let in a bit of the crisp autumnal air, the temperature in the Jeep creeps higher, the windows already fogged over with a thin sheen of condensation that smears lightly when you brace your right hand against the window. Five little streaks through the microscopic drops of water covering the cool glass, one to mark where each of your fingers scrape across the surface as you finally rise up onto your knees.
A pitiful little grunt falls from your lips as you drop back down, the sound pushed out with the sheer depth that his cock manages to reach in this position, so full that you can nearly taste him at the back of your throat.
You settle into a slow rhythm and Stiles grabs a hold of your hips as you do, but he's not guiding you, no. He's not aiming for control, not pushing you to go harder or faster, but rather simply holding on and following your movements, his thumbs tracing little concentric circles against the sides of you belly as you go at your own pace.
โ€œFuck,โ€ You groan when your knees slip a little against the leather seat. It pushes him impossibly deeper than before, driving his tip against your cervix in a way that erupts goosebumps along your skin even in the warm car. โ€œYouโ€™re so deep. 'S so big, baby. You're so big-โ€
You're not even sure what's coming out of your mouth, already a little drunk on the feeling of being filled so completely, on the slick drag every time you rise up and then the sharp jolt to every one of your nerve endings with each thrust back down. Despite the ramblings falling from your lips, or perhaps because of them, Stiles begins to make little noises of his own โ€” guttural moans against the curve of your throat, quiet grunts each time he hits deep.
He tips his head back and the warm brown in his eyes is almost completely taken over by black with how his pupils have blown wide. You catch sight of a small bead of sweat as it works its way out of his hair and begins a slow trail down his temple but you're kissing it away before it can reach his cheekbone. The salt of it lingers on your lips when your tongue runs over them just a moment later.
Dark eyes watch you move with rapt attention, his lips parted to let out low groans of encouragement. It takes a few minutes for him to find his voice, but when he does, his words send heat flooding through you.
โ€œSo good,โ€ He tells you, hand tucking a lock of sweat-dampened hair behind your ear before his wide palm settles against the side of your neck, his voice thick with arousal, โ€œAlways so good. You're- Shit, y're so tight. So warm. So perfect.โ€
The thumb resting at the bottom of your cheek creeps up higher, rubbing the plush of your bottom lip until your jaw falls slack in acceptance and then he's cupping your chin and pushing the pad of his finger down against the softness of your tongue. You bite down softly with a moan and your bottom teeth dig into the meat of his palm with just how deep he's got his thumb before you're pulling off just a little and closing your lips around it, sucking and swirling your tongue and reeling at the way his eyes flutter shut with a groan, like he can't quite handle the sight in combination with the way you're riding him slow and deep.
When he removes his thumb, you suck harder to combat the spit that threatens to cling to the digit, but it doesn't make much of a difference because he's already sliding his hand around the back of your neck and bringing your mouth down against his.
You brace one hand on his stomach to aid your moments as your tongues meet in a hungry kiss. A whimper finds its way up your throat when he rubs his free hand achingly slow up and down the front of your thigh, around to grope your ass and then back, smoothing and squeezing along your skin like he wants to be touching you more โ€” Harder, tighter, everywhere all at once.
He's so, so deep like this and you can tell it's affecting him too. His kisses are hungry as he licks into your mouth, a little messy while his nose presses into your cheek and his fingers graze your waist on their journey toward your chest. He's thumbing over the peaks of your nipples, swallowing up your moans with his own, breathing a little like he's the one getting the air punched out of his lungs every time you seat yourself, burying him deep enough that the head of his cock is driving into that spot that makes you see stars.
Your brain goes a little hazy with your budding orgasm, tiny noises becoming more frequent, falling against his mouth a bit like a plea. You don't need to explain, Stiles is already dragging his hand up to push between your thighs, thumb circling your clit the way he knows you like. Your eyebrows furrow as you slip from the kiss, far too focussed on chasing your high now. You bounce a little faster, shallower, fingers scraping at the pale skin of his chest, eyes pinched shut as your thighs tremble with exertion and your knees ache.
Heat licks across your body, a bead of sweat trickling down your spine as your movements start to become a little more difficult. You're so close โ€” so close-
โ€œC'mon, you're doing so good, baby.โ€ Stiles says with far too much tenderness, far too much amazement.
โ€œFuck,โ€ You whimper, shaky breaths tearing from your chest as you teeter closer and closer, โ€œFuckfuckfuck-โ€
โ€œYou got it. You can do it. C'mon-โ€
His gentle praises send you careening over the edge and your whole body shakes as you try to work through it. You're struggling, but then Stiles' hands are under your ass again, guiding you this time, gripping the backs of your thighs tight as he supports some of your weight and helps you ride out your high. Every nudge of his cock against the deepest parts of you has you moaning louder, brain going a little fuzzy as your orgasm peaks but never quite dies off.
Your arms curl around his shoulders, digging your face into his neck as you gasp against his skin, thighs shaking as he keeps guiding you back and forth, not pulling out nearly as far now before he's dragging you against him and filling you back up. Your breasts are pushed tight against his chest. The smell of his aftershave is in your nose and your forehead is pressed into his sweat slicked neck. You're panting, nearly drooling on his shoulder as you try to lock your knees to hold yourself in place, thighs feeling exhausted and like jelly all at once.
โ€œSti. Fuck, baby, I can't-โ€ A moan cuts you off as it rolls off your tongue, โ€œMy legs can't-โ€
โ€œAw, your legs too tired, baby girl?โ€ He asks, and it comes out a little condescending. You can practically see the satisfied little smirk on his face, even from where your own is buried in his neck as you nod. He lifts you up a little higher, hands still grasping at the crease where your thighs meet your ass as he adjusts his hips beneath you, โ€œNeed me to do the work now?โ€
The teasing in his voice has your body going traitorously pliant, your voice weak when it finally comes, โ€œPlease.โ€
โ€œI got you,โ€ Stiles promises, taking a little pity. He drags one hand toward the center of your spine while the other falls to the outside of your knee to hold you steady, โ€œI got you..โ€
The first thrust up into you has you crying out. Not hitting nearly as deep as before, but he's driving in so much harder, so much faster. It pulls whiny little gasps from your lips with each thrust and your jaw's gone slack where it's buried in his neck as his skin slaps against yours with every snap of his hips. The sound of it is loud, and the combination of noises both lewd and salacious only proves to turn you on that much more.
โ€œShit.โ€ Stiles grunts, voice a little hoarse and yet somehow high as it catches in his throat, โ€œYou make the prettiest noises, baby. Fuck. Just listen t' you.โ€
You don't entirely mean for it, but your next moan is just a little louder in response, unabashed and desperate even as you attempt to muffle the sound of it in the curve of his shoulder. The pitch his voice has taken is one that you only get to hear when he's getting unbearably close to his own peak. The sound of it is so, so sweet to your ears, mingling with the obscenely wet glide of his cock sliding in and out of you.
โ€œ'M gonna come,โ€ He warns, his hips jerking just a bit rougher, a bit less coordinated as he fucks up into you, โ€œShit. Shit, sweetheart, 'm.. gonna.. come-โ€
His arms curl and lock around your waist as he does, dragging you down against him and burying himself so deep that it has you crying out again, fingers digging into his shoulders where your arms have curled under his to hold tight. He comes with a moan and a grunt that both get muffled with the way his face is now hidden in your hair, his cock kicking up inside you as he releases into the condom.
The increased stimulation against your sensitive walls has you going a little teary in the best way, overwhelmed but loving every moment of it, and you roll your hips over him despite the soreness in your thighs just to hear the way he groans in response.
You pull back just enough to lock your fingers in the hair at his nape and tug him into a sweet kiss, it's warm and a little sweaty as your lips slide together but it's also so full of unspoken thanks and emotion and undeclared love.
When you lean back again to collectively catch your breath, his thumb finds your wet eyelashes and swipes at them gently.
โ€œOh- hey, you good?โ€ He checks with concern, his free hand already at your waist and drawing soft patterns along your skin, โ€œYou okay?โ€
You turn your head into the hand on your cheek and press a kiss to the center of his palm, scraping at his scalp beneath sweat-dampened locks, โ€œI'm good,โ€ You promise, โ€œGonna be sore as fuck tomorrow though, God.โ€
A smirk finds its way onto his face, โ€œFucked you so good you're gonna have trouble walkin', huh?โ€
โ€œShut up,โ€ You huff, a laugh slipping out in contradiction to your weak display of annoyance, โ€œBut with the way my thighs feel right now? Yeah.โ€
You wince as you push up onto your knees, both from the ache left behind as he slips out and from the soreness in your legs. When you rise up a little higher, your head hits the roof with a painful thump and you can't bite back a curse.
Stiles is quick to bring a hand up to the back of your head with a sympathetic wince, cradling the tender spot on your skull softly, โ€œOh, shit, y'alright?โ€
โ€œOw,โ€ You respond with a pout, your own hand reaching back to cover his over your hair, โ€œStupid Jeep n' stupid metal roof..โ€
โ€œHey,โ€ Stiles frowns, โ€œDon't blame the Jeep, alright? It's not Roscoe's fault you bumped your head.โ€
โ€œIs too.โ€
It comes out in a huff and Stiles chuckles in amusement at your disgruntled expression as he slips his hands under your thighs to help you dismount from his lap completely. You fall into the seat beside him and drop your calves over his knees, bumping your forehead against his shoulder in a silent gesture of gratitude.
After a few long minutes wrapped up in each other as you collect yourselves, you both gather your haphazardly discarded clothing and redress. Stiles digs out a new air freshener from the glove compartment and adds it to the hoard of them already hanging from the rearview mirror. Another little tree to the collection, this one a pretty shade of purple and smelling of berries, dropping to sit right atop number of similarly shaped scented hangers in a wide array of colors.
And later, when you're forced to part ways, you push up onto your toes as you lean back in through the driver's side window of the Jeep for one final kiss. The breeze is cool against your thighs as it catches beneath your skirt, goosebumps causing you to tighten your fingers around the window frame as you prepare to lean back. Stiles has a hand coming up to the back of your neck to hold you in place at the first sign that you're about to pull away, stretching the kiss out for as long as he can get away with. It's a sickly sweet press of lips. One that will hopefully be enough to hold you over until you get the chance to have him like this again.
A glance over your shoulder as you walk away has your gaze meeting Stiles one last time, elation and melancholy both pulling at the edges of your lips until you're left with a saccarine smile to pair with your tiny wave goodbye. Your fingers come up to brush your lips as you begin to turn away, and when you extend your hand in his direction Stiles nearly throws himself out the open window to catch the invisible kiss that you've sent his way. His unnecessary enthusiasm has you stifling a giggle as you finally turn your back to him and make your way down the street.
You're forced to jog around the block from where Stiles has dropped you a safe distance from your house, hopping into the shower the moment you get home to wash away any and all evidence of the afternoon from your skin.
It's with skin scrubbed clean and a heavy heart that you head to the washing machine and dump your clothes inside to extinguish the lingering smell of Stiles that you know clings to the fabric, of you and Stiles, together.
And when Scott pauses the load mid-wash with the intention of throwing a shirt in, your brother is sure to complain about the way you've pointedly used the scented detergent โ€” the overpowering artificial smell of lavender much too strong an irritant to his overly-sensitive, supernatural, wolfy nose โ€” But, you remind yourself, if you want to keep up this thing with Stiles, which you desperately do, then that's just how this has to go, because, well.
๐’ ๐œ ๐จ ๐ญ ๐ญ ๐ฒ ๐ƒ ๐จ ๐ž ๐ฌ ๐ง ' ๐ญ ๐Š ๐ง ๐จ ๐ฐ .
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sundrop-writes ยท 3 months ago
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BRAINWASHED
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Virgin!Stiles Stilinski x Fem!Reader
Everythingโ€™s clean - except for my thoughts.ย (Thinking about me getting you off.)
Canโ€™t stop thinking you got me B R A I N W A S H E D .
Summary:
Stiles likes you. He really, really, really likes you. It's bordering on obsession, but he likes to believe that he has it under control.
So when you accidentally leave a pair of your panties in his presence, ripe for the taking, and they're in his backpack faster than he can blink - he realizes that he might not have it as under control as he would like to think. But he can't find it to be too much of a problem when he has those panties wrapped around his cock.
Virgin!Stiles Stilinski x Best Friend!Fem!Reader. Pining!Stiles/One Sided Fantasies. Panty Stealing. Smut/PWP.
Word Count: 8,000
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Full list of warnings and author's notes below the cut.
Warnings: the reader uses she/her pronouns and is described as having a vagina; Stiles and the reader have been best friends since childhood and they are in high school now (they are both the same age) (for argument's sake, they are both 18, but the horny parts were motivated by the hotness of a 20-something actor so idc what age you interpret the characters as); the reader's looks are mostly undescribed and left neutral in terms of race, hair texture/colour, height, etc. however the reader is implied to be fat/plus sized; mentions of the reader wearing dresses and tights (things that the other characters on the show would typically wear); mentions of the reader having a cat - I did not give the cat a name so you can imagine it's the same as your cat's name/what you would want your cat to be called if you had one; use of Y/N and L/N (as in Last Name); brief mention that the reader would like wearing bikinis; the reader calls Stiles 'good boy' in non-sexual contexts and it turns him on; mentions of Stiles looking up the reader's skirt when she doesn't know it; some slight dubious consent because Stiles steals the reader's underwear without her consent and uses them in a sexual act (his masturbation); masturbation (Stiles touching himself); this is a one-sided/pining fic - all the sexual acts take place inside Stiles's mind as sexual fantasies while he masturbates; the reader character is described in these sexual acts as they play out in his mind, so that's why she is included heavily in the warnings; Stiles is submissive (even in his own fantasies) and he fantasies about the reader being dominant toward him; Stiles becoming aroused by the idea of the reader not shaving her pussy; technically there is edging - because Stiles edges himself to make his fantasies last longer; panty sniffing (though the panties Stiles took are freshly launder and not used ones); scent kink/sweat kink - Stiles likes the way you smell, including your sweat; kinks and sexual acts mentioned only in Stiles's fantasies (taking place only in his mind in this fic): car sex (in the back of the Jeep (typical, I know)), fingering (reader receiving), degradation kink (Stiles receiving - he likes the idea of the reader insulting him and being mean to him); pussy eating (Stiles fantasizes in depth about this); Reader makes a joke about spanking Stiles and Stiles has a small fantasy about being spanked by her; I think that's finally it.
A/N: Title for the fic comes from the song Brainwashed by Waterparks. Warning - Stiles might be a bit OOC in this because I wrote it before I started re-watching Teen Wolf again (and before I started watching Season 1 for the first time, because previously I had only seen 3B and beyond). In this, I have said that he's flunking classes and he's not really great with studying, while in the show, he's really smart and bookish and really well studied - but it could just be chalked up to the fact that he has a huge crush on the Reader that is distracting him from studying. So, interpret it how you want. I hope that you enjoy it, and please read through to my end notes to find out about a potential sequel to the fic!!
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Stiles was hopeless.ย 
That was the only way to describe his current state of being. Completely, utterly hopeless.ย 
He was a complete and total loser, hopelessly in love with his best friend. And he was getting more stupidly caught up in that crush every single day. And of course, he didnโ€™t even have the courage to admit his feelings for you so that it could be awkwardly out in the open. So that the two of you could get the rejection part over with, at least.ย 
Basically - his feelings for you were slowly ruining his life.ย 
Stiles had been in love with you for as long as he could remember. Well, maybe not that long.ย 
See, you, him, and Scott had all been friends since the beginning of kindergarten, and naturally, Stiles always liked you as a person. He always thought of you as a good friend, even if he gravitated toward Scott more.ย ย 
But he distinctly remembered the first moment when he had started to develop a crush on you. It was a very special memory to him - the day when you shifted in his eyes from annoying, slightly nagging friend to a beautiful, fierce woman.ย 
It was the day when the three of you were out on Halloween night during the third grade - and that was around the time people started whispering about crushes in school, when people would have playground girlfriends and boyfriends that they broke up with every other week. That night, a group of eighth grade bullies began chasing the three of you, trying to take your candy.ย 
Without hesitation, you picked up the largest rock in sight and threw it at one of them, causing a large cut across his forehead - and you loudly told them to โ€˜fuck offโ€™ (the first time Stiles had ever heard such a word when it wasnโ€™t coming from his dad). They had run away, somehow terrified of a girl a foot shorter than them.ย 
That night, you had become his hero.ย 
And since then, you had been the only object of his affections.ย 
Of course, over the years, Stiles had plenty of opportunities to tell you about his feelings for you. He justโ€ฆ always felt too cowardly to do so.ย 
In seventh grade, he had come very close to asking you out to the winter dance - only to have Scott beat him to the punch. When he pulled Scott aside to ask him about it, Scott confessed to him that he also had a crush on you. This resulted in their first ever fistfight. The first ever true rift in their otherwise close, brotherly friendship.ย 
The boys didnโ€™t speak to each other for days. Which, naturally, annoyed the hell out of you. Especially because, of course, neither of them told you why they were fighting, not wanting you to know that you were the source of the rift in their friendship. And to you, this only made the fight seem more stupid and immature.ย 
So finally, when you demanded it, they called a truce. They agreed that they didnโ€™t want to lose their friendship or lose you. They didnโ€™t want to make you choose between them when it wouldnโ€™t make any of you happy.ย 
So Stiles proposed that the three of you should go to the dance as friends, which you loved, and they both got you a corsage, one for each wrist - and the three of you still laughed at the pictures of you holding each of their arms.ย 
Eventually, Scott grew out of his crush on you and moved onto other girls, and he loved that he got to keep you as a close best friend, someone he could go to for dating advice if needed. Scott kept trying to convince Stiles to simply โ€˜man upโ€™ and tell you about his feelings, but Stiles kept that same sentiment they had concluded upon years ago. Telling you about his feelings would only ruin the friendship. Not just between you, but between the entire group - it would fuck up the pack.ย 
Though it felt like the more he tried to ignore his feelings for you, the more they festered like a tumor. While Scott was able to mature past his crush on you, Stiles only grew more intense, and more insane when it came to his โ€˜crushโ€™ on you.ย 
Over the years, his crush on you had grown from something sweet and childish into something much more. When puberty truly took over and lust was added into the mix, he now had to deal with the fact that you had grown into a gorgeous woman. He could barely control his arousal when looking at you, hearing your voice, smelling you, talking to you, thinking about you - even simply being in your presence made something in his mind melt. And it was growing much worse with each passing day. There wasnโ€™t a day that went by that he didnโ€™t wake up with a raging boner fueled by sexual dreams of you.ย 
And naturally, he would say that not telling you about his feelings for you was ultimately the best thing for him. He would steadfastly refuse to admit that him being distracted by all these fantasies of you was slowly eroding your friendship from the inside out. Slowly, bit by bit, his worst fears were coming true - your friendship was being ruined by his crush anyway.ย 
But he tried to ignore that. Even if you were the most gorgeous, perfect being ever put on the planet, he tried his hardest to simply enjoy the platonic version of you. He tried to act like he wasnโ€™t stupidly, head over heels in love with you.ย 
He tried not to act like it.ย 
But on nights like this, it was just so hard.ย 
Tonight, the two of you were studying for an upcoming English mid-term that would be worth a decent portion of your final grade.ย 
Logically, Stiles knew that he should have locked himself in his room and forced himself to study independently. Or he should have taken up Scott on his offer to study with him and Allison.ย 
But no, he just had to ask you for your โ€˜helpโ€™.ย 
And you pitied him and said yes, because he was doing poorly in the class. The only reason for that being because it was one of the classes that he shared with you, and he spent all of his damn time staring at you across the room during it. He had tried to tell himself that he really would study tonight, that he would really take advantage of your intelligence here and now to get his shit together in order to up his grade.ย 
But no. That was just one of many daily lies that he told himself. Since the moment he had set foot in your bedroom that afternoon (and it was dark out now, well into the evening) - he hadnโ€™t been able to focus on anything but you.ย 
Sure, sometimes that worked to his benefit. Hearing you recite Shakespeare, the words coming off your sweet lips - it did force him to focus on the material at hand for at least a short period of time. But it wasnโ€™t like he was actually retaining any of it. He was just thinking about how gorgeous your voice sounded and how amazing you would be in an adaptation of Romeo and Juliet. One where he played Romeo, of course - and he would get to use someone elseโ€™s well-crafted words to romance you, finally getting to kiss you for the first time.ย 
Again - he was hopeless.ย 
Currently, Stiles was laying diagonally on your bed, sitting among a mess of books - the English textbooks, the assigned novels, the published copies of the play, along with binders of your notes and other notebooks, stray papers. He couldnโ€™t pay attention to the notes he was supposed to be writing, not for a moment, not if his life depended on it. Not when you looked this stunningly beautiful while busy writing your own notes.ย 
With the soft lighting from your bedside lamp brushing across your skin, making that skin look even softer, you were a goddess-like vision sitting on the bed across from him. You were wearing the simple dress that you had worn to school earlier that day, your modest tights since shed off in the name of โ€˜comfortโ€™ (and so that your cat wouldnโ€™t rip holes in them while crawling across your lap, you had remarked to Stiles). When you had stood at your hamper and peeled them off your legs, Stiles had a hard time not letting the drool spill out across his chin.ย 
Your thighs were gorgeous. Thick, wide, spread out like a buffet for his eyes to feast on every single time you sat down. From his angle, laying down the way he was, he was up close and personal with the dimpling cellulite and stretchmarks you had there. The hem of your dress had ridden up when you had adjusted your position to get comfortable, and he felt absolutely spoiled by how much more of your thighs were revealed to him.ย 
A few times throughout the evening, he had to physically clench his fingers, tight, to remind himself not to reach out and touch. To remind himself that he wasnโ€™t allowed to touch. The last thing he wanted to do was to creep you out by randomly reaching out and touching your thigh. But he wanted so badly to touch.ย 
How many times had he imagined what those thighs would look like bouncing and jiggling while you rode his cock? How many times had he imagined those thighs clamped around his head while he licked your pussy? (Far too many times for the good of his own sanity.)ย 
Not to mention the concentration spread across your face - you were so fucking hot when you showed off your intelligence. Hell everything about you was hot - your sweetness, your laughter, your sarcasm, even your bitchy side. But your bookish side had to be one of Stilesโ€™s favorites.ย 
The way you would nibble your own lip when thinking, the way your brows furrowed slightly in thought. Everything about you - from the bra strap sticking out of the neckline of your dress to the chipped edge of your nail polish where you had chewed on it - you were a fucking vision. And Stiles couldnโ€™t take his eyes off you, no matter how hard he tried.ย 
It was a wonder that you didnโ€™t notice Stiles staring at you - not as often as he did it.ย 
Stiles felt strangely caught when you put down your pen and looked up from your notebook, then. He quickly scrambled to grab his own pencil and start writing something, to look busy. But of course, he just looked like more of an idiot when the eraser end began scraping across the page in nonsense patterns.ย 
โ€œStiles,โ€ You scolded him with a sigh, a way he was used to hearing his name come off your lips. โ€œHave you gotten anything done? I told you to copy down at least half my notes-โ€ย 
Of course. You pegged his blank page as simple laziness, rather than his brain slowly melting out through his ears due to his inability to think about anything but you (especially when he was in the same room as you). At least he hadnโ€™t been caught staring at you in that creepy way yet.ย 
You snatched up his notebook to check his work, and his heart dropped - if you looked too carefully, then he would be caught. In the back of that notebook, there were about three pages of his name and yours in hearts, and a few times he had practiced writing his signature as โ€˜Mr Stiles L/Nโ€™. (He was a feminist, and he liked the idea of starting a new tradition.) There was even a drawing he had made designing your theoretical wedding cake, including a cake topper where he was Superman and you were riding on his back while he was flying.ย 
โ€œY/N, uh-โ€ย 
He quickly snatched the notebook back, causing a glare from you while he sighed in defeat.ย 
โ€œFine.โ€ He shrugged, knowing that he had to admit to a smaller crime in order to cover up the larger one. It was something that he did with his father all too often. โ€œI didnโ€™t get anything done. I was slacking off. You caught me.โ€ย 
โ€œStiles!โ€ You scolded him again, reaching out to gently smack his shoulder. โ€œIf you keep this shit up, youโ€™re never gonna graduate!โ€ย 
Sadly, you were probably right. His crush on you was absolutely going to ruin him.ย 
โ€œWell, you could just let me copy off you,โ€ He replied, giving you a wide grin that let you know he was mostly kidding.ย 
You rolled your eyes in reply, and soon your gaze caught sight of the clock on your nightstand.ย 
โ€œWell, it seems like you have wasted enough of my time for tonight.โ€ You scoffed sarcastically.ย 
Stiles knew that you had intended this to be a joke - but he couldnโ€™t help the twinge of pain the words caused in his gut. The idea that he was truly just a waste of time in your life. He pressed his lips tightly together to suppress a frown and didnโ€™t say anything more, and then you continued.ย 
โ€œItโ€™s almost your curfew anyway.โ€ You pointed out, gesturing toward the clock. You were right. Stiles hadnโ€™t even noticed how late it was getting - too busy enjoying his time with you. โ€œWeโ€™ll pack it up for the night - but you should meet me at the library tomorrow morning, early, so we can go over everything again before the exam.โ€ย 
Of course, you were still invested in the idea of him getting a good grade, even if that seemed unlikely to happen.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re gonna make me get up early?โ€ He whined, hating the idea of missing out on even ten extra minutes of sleep.ย 
โ€œYes.โ€ You stressed. โ€œI want you there at seven oโ€™clock. Sharp.โ€ย 
Your ultra serious voice ordering him around was undeniably a turn-on for him. No matter what sexual fantasies Stiles cooked up about you in his mind, he could never picture himself having full control over you. In fact, most of the time, he found himself covered in cum at the idea of you having complete control over him. And it was likely because this was how most of your friendship went - you told him what to do, and he did it. And that was a huge part of why he fell for you in the first place.ย 
When he didnโ€™t verbally confirm the time, too caught up in his infatuation yet again, you let out a gentle growl of frustration.ย 
โ€œStiles!โ€ You called out his name. โ€œYou have to be there at seven. So you canโ€™t get out of bed at seven - you have to set your alarm for like six-thirty, got it? Donโ€™t make me come over there and get your ass out of bed like last time.โ€ย 
This thought caused Stilesโ€™s stomach to clench.ย 
The last time you had come to his house to wake him up for school (because he had agreed to help you with some bakesale project and you were pissed off that he wasnโ€™t there early to help you set up tables and whatnot) - you had charged into his house in a fury. You had your own key, of course, and his dad wasnโ€™t there to busy you with conversation or pleasantries.ย 
And you charged right up the stairs and nearly caught him with a hand around his cock, jerking off to a picture of you in a bikini from the summer before. And he had rushed to shove the picture in his nightstand and cocoon himself in the comforter to hide his body just as you made it to the top of the stairs, shouting at him for being late. Luckily, he had gotten away with the lie that he had slept in, rather than revealing the truth that he had been distracted because he had woken up with morning wood after having a heated dream about you.ย 
When Stiles didnโ€™t respond yet again, you grabbed a smaller decorative pillow from behind you and lightly hit him with it for emphasis, causing him to burst into laughter.ย 
โ€œPromise me youโ€™ll be on time!โ€ You said, smacking him with the pillow again.ย 
โ€œYes, yes! I promise!โ€ He finally agreed, his face becoming pink from laughter.ย 
You dropped the pillow then, and leaned down, causing his eyes to inadvertently go straight to your cleavage while you gave him a gentle, friendly kiss on the forehead.ย 
โ€œGood boy.โ€ You responded, praising him for agreeing to your terms. Obviously, it was another joke.ย 
But these praising words combined with your lips even slightly brushing against his skin, along with your tits dangling so close to his face, had his cock swelling to hardness nearly instantly. He grabbed the pillow then, trying to look subtle as he put it over his crotch, desperately trying to hide the very obvious bulge that had popped up at the front of his jeans within seconds.ย 
He was lucky when you shifted your attention away from him, now busy with cleaning off the bed, gathering your textbooks in a pile and moving to put them on your desk in the corner. You being distracted gave him a few moments to try and mentally will his dick down, which worked slightly. Only slightly.ย 
โ€œYou could help me, you know.โ€ You mocked him lightly - distracting him from his thoughts of baseball, trying to will the blood out of his cock.ย 
He looked up and saw you standing there with his backpack, putting away his textbooks and notebooks now. He had been so dumbly distracted by his own dick that he hadnโ€™t noticed you taking the kind initiative to clean up his things for him too.ย 
โ€œRight, sorry.โ€ He jumped into action and did so, taking things from your hands and shoving them into his bag with haste.ย 
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to rush out, I just need the bed cleared off so I can pick out my clothes for tomorrow.โ€ You told him.ย 
โ€œWait - you actually pick out your clothes in advance?โ€ He asked, thinking that this was entirely adorable, and explained why you were always so well dressed.ย 
(And it explained why you were always so punctual in the mornings while Stiles was usually a mess - running around his house still half-asleep, shoving his head into a shirt that he had sniffed to see if it was clean, shoving things frantically into his bag in order to get out the door five minutes late.)ย 
โ€œWell you know not all of us are okay with just throwing on last weekโ€™s mustard stained tee shirt,โ€ You said, playfully pointing to a mustard stain that he had on his shirt from lunch.ย 
He rolled his eyes in return, trying to ignore the slight twist of embarrassment that wanted to swell up inside of him at the comment.ย 
There had been a point where he used to make a very pointed effort to impress you. Back when his crush on you had first gotten serious - likely around the beginning of high school. He used to get up early every single morning, spending a lot of time being intensely picky about the clothes he wore. He drowned himself in cologne (until you had complained about it), he wore certain colors just because you mentioned liking them. But none of it seemed to garner any more of your attention than usual.ย 
And so, he resigned himself to be the loser best friend who would always just float at the corners of your life, drowning in his secret affection for you until some better, hotter guy came along and swept you off your feet one day.ย 
He was just glad that day hadnโ€™t come yet.ย 
Stiles was hesitant to leave - he wasnโ€™t done being around you for the day yet, too emotionally attached. But he guessed that he would need to get some decent sleep before waking up at the asscrack of dawn in order to see more of you the next morning. (Even if it would include the horrors of studying at the library.)ย 
โ€œSo - Iโ€™ll see you tomorrow morning?โ€ He posed, ready to take his leave as he swung his backpack over his shoulder.ย 
โ€œOoh, wait one second.โ€ You said, eagerness twinging through your voice.ย 
His heart pounded hard in his chest for a moment, wondering if this could be the moment he had been waiting so long for - would you stop him there, grab him by the shoulders and kiss him hard, and then tell him that you had been feeling the exact same way as he had for all these years?ย 
โ€œWhich one?โ€ You asked, spinning around from your closet to face him, holding up two dresses on hangers.ย 
Oh. You were asking for his opinion about what you should wear to school the next day.ย 
โ€œThe blue one.โ€ Stiles said, motioning towards it. โ€œThat shade of blue looks beautiful on you - it compliments your skin tone well, and it makes you shine. But ya know, you look gorgeous in everything. You could wear a paper bag to school and everyone would still be jealous of how amazing you look.โ€ย 
He rambled on for a moment too long, and realized that his genuine fondness for you - something straying too far into romantic territory - was slipping out.ย 
โ€œBut - uh, yeah. Iโ€™ll see you later.โ€ He quickly added on, now eager to leave before you could make any further comments.ย 
Then he dashed out of your room and down the stairs, getting out the front door so fast that he practically left a poof of cartoon dust behind him.ย 
He got into the Jeep and tossed his bag into the passengerโ€™s seat - which, he hadnโ€™t realized was not even zipped up. (A habit you often scolded him for - going around with his bag unzipped.) Papers and books spilled across the seat and underneath it, and he let out a loud growl of frustration.ย 
โ€œIdiot!โ€ He screamed, scolding himself as he leaned down, trying to clean everything up. โ€œIdiot, idiot, idiot!โ€ย 
Partially, he was feeling so idiotic because he had just been so vulnerable with you and you probably thought he was weird for it. Actually, that was mostly why.ย 
As he was picking up his things, he realized that - yup, he was missing his English textbook. He had forgotten it in your room. He heaved out a sigh and collapsed back against his seat. He could leave without it - but then he would get an earful from you in the morning about how he was โ€˜forgetfulโ€™ and โ€˜irresponsibleโ€™. Ugh.ย 
He got out of the Jeep again and shuffled his way back into your house - your mom was working late, so there was nobody there to question him running out of the house at top speed and then appearing back so soon. All he got was a curious chirp and a head tilt from your cat, who was sitting on the top of the stairs.ย 
โ€œYeah, yeah, I know.โ€ Stiles remarked to the animal, stopping for a moment to pet him. โ€œIโ€™m pathetic. But you canโ€™t rat me out, okay? I know she thinks highly of your opinion and I need you to put in a good word for me. Got it?โ€ย 
The cat purred and pushed his face into Stilesโ€™s hand, so he assumed that was a positive affirmation that he would root for Stiles - or at the very least, keep his secret.ย 
Stiles linger for a moment to scratch the catโ€™s furry cheek, and then he stepped over the cat and made his way back toward your room. He passed the closed bathroom door and heard the shower running, and he almost cheered. If you were in the shower, then you wouldnโ€™t notice him slipping back in to grab his book, so you couldnโ€™t scold him for being a forgetful idiot.ย 
He went into your room, and the second he made it through the mouth of your open bedroom, his eyes locked onto your bed like a hot target. Your clothes for the following day were spread out so neatly, and right there, on top of the blue dress he had suggested - there was a pair of lacy purple panties that were something right out of one of his fantasies.ย 
Stiles had thought about your underwear before - many times. Too many times to count.ย 
He had even caught small, passing glimpses of your underwear before - when you had worn dresses without tights and bent over in front of him. But he had only seen enough of it to determine the color, not to know if it was lacy or silk or cotton. And even that was enough to send him into a tailspin that had him rushing to the bathroom to relieve his aching cock.ย 
In the back of his mind - or truly, the forefront of his mind whenever he jerked off to thoughts of you - he always wondered what kind of underwear you wore. What kind of decorative wrapping your pretty pussy would come in if he ever got the other-worldly privilege of getting his hands up your skirt.ย 
Would they be simple, practical cotton underwear? Would they be cute? Would they be sinfully sexy? Would they be those underwear with the days of the week written across the front?ย 
But seeing this now - seeing the tangible evidence in front of him that you actually planned to wear purple lacy lingerie to school - it was something that had all sense draining from his mind as blood rushed to his cock once again. He barely had time to think about it - and he didnโ€™t think about it. Because then, they were in his hands, in his pocket, and he was back in the Jeep, hiding his stolen goods in his bag and hastily zipping it up so he could slam his foot on the gas and race home.ย 
He didnโ€™t even have a chance to think about the fact that he left without the textbook that he had gone back into your room looking for. He didnโ€™t have the attention span to notice that said textbook was in a stack along with your own - almost as if purposefully kept there like an excuse to lure him back into your room, rather than clumsily forgotten by him.ย 
โ€ฆย 
When Stiles got into his room, he slammed his bedroom door shut behind him, now entirely frantic, and thankful that his father was working a late shift again. He sat down on the edge of his bed, his hands shaking with anticipation as he unzipped his bag and pulled out the thing he had so hastily snagged.ย 
His mind was warring with so many sensations. Guilt for taking the panties, paranoia that he would get caught, shame that he even had the urge to take them in the first place - but all of that was easily toppled over and forgotten in the name of lust. Overwhelming lust and arousal that he felt for you. Greed and joy at knowing that he had something so private of yours in his hands now - something so secret that he shouldnโ€™t have. A perfect little piece of you.ย 
His little secret piece of you.ย 
He still couldnโ€™t believe that this was the kind of underwear you wore on a daily basis.ย 
Just imagining that this was what you wore to school - thinking about the fact that this was what you were wearing under your clothes during your everyday interactions with him: it drove him wild.ย 
He easily pictured this pretty lace sticking to your cunt when you were wet, the lavender colored material getting slick and slightly darker, soaked through and visibly sticky when you spread your legs for him to see. He wondered if your pussy would be shaved or not - but you didnโ€™t have a boyfriend, so currently, you didnโ€™t have anybody to shave for.ย 
He remembered a conversation from a few weeks ago where Scott had wondered if he should shave his pubes for Allison and you had remarked that โ€˜putting a razor near your junkโ€™ was โ€˜ill-advised and stupidโ€™ - so you probably didnโ€™t even like shaving your pussy on principle.ย 
This immediately put a picture in his mind of your pussy being covered in soft hair that matched the shade on your head - maybe a bit darker. It would clump together with your juices and become soaked when you got wet. The little hairs would probably stick out cutely from the sides of the bikini cut underwear, peeking at him.ย 
Your pussy would be the prettiest thing he had ever seen, he knew that for certain.ย 
Stiles imagined getting you in the backseat of the Jeep one night after a game.ย 
He would still be covered in sweat from his efforts, worn out from trying his best. Sure, he wasnโ€™t the best player, but you wanted to โ€˜rewardโ€™ him for his efforts on the winning side, even if he hadnโ€™t directly contributed to the win.ย 
So as soon as the game was over, before he even had time to change out of his pads or shower, you hauled him to the parking lot and shoved him into the car. His gear was only half-off, ditched hastily by your feet, and you were in his lap - a perfect prize after all the hard work he had done, sitting astride his already sore thigh muscles while you kissed him - hard. Your mouth greedily sucked the oxygen out of his lungs while you shoved your tongue past his lips, painting his tongue with your sweet spit - and fuck, it felt like he was made for this.ย 
He got sucked so deep into the fantasy - it felt so damn real.ย 
He imagined having his hands splayed out against your beautiful, plump ass, gripping you tightly, noting wanting you to separate from him for even a section. While you held on tightly to his face, sealing him into the kiss until his lips were sore. And you would only pull back to look into his eyes with glossy desperation and utter out:ย 
โ€œPlease, Stiles. I need you. I need you to touch my pussy.โ€ย 
And what else could he do but obey?ย 
So he would lift up your skirt - a particularly short skirt that you had worn with nothing else but a pair of knee-high socks. Something that you knew he loved to see you cheer for him on the sidelines while wearing. Even though it was a chilly night, you couldnโ€™t feel too cold when you saw him glancing at you every single chance he got. Of course, those distracted stares had gotten him screamed at by Coach more than once. But he loved the way your skirt would flutter up in the nighttime breeze, teasing him. The way the fucking beautiful thick fat of your thighs would jiggle whenever you would jump around in order to cheer him on.ย 
He was a man of simple, divine tastes.ย 
So - he would lift up that perfect skirt to find those purple lacy panties underneath; to find the perfection of your wet cunt waiting for him, growing slicker by the second, more needy for him. You were humping yourself against his athletic cup, which his hard cock was practically dying inside of, bursting to get out of the hard shell of plastic to touch you. But he ignored his own needs for a few minutes longer in favor of yours. Reaching forward, sliding his fingers along the wet spot at the front of your panties, absolutely indulging in the beautiful gasp you let out when his touch grazed across your swollen clit through the fabric.ย 
โ€œStiles, please.โ€ย 
He could almost hear it - it was so fucking clear inside his mind. The way your voice would be so pitched with desperation, so perfectly needy curled around his name. He wanted so badly to hear it in real life.ย 
And he would push those panties to the side, pushing his fingers inside of your hot, wet cunt-
Back in the real world, Stilesโ€™s cock gave a needy pulse, leaking into his boxers.ย 
He heaved out a sigh, his cock practically vibrating with blood. He had driven home the whole time trying to ignore that boner, but he simply couldnโ€™t do that anymore. He just had to give in.ย 
He hesitantly put your panties aside - already feeling a strange sense of attachment to them - and reached to his nightstand, grabbing the bottle of lube that he had in the drawer. Shamefully, it was already half empty, mostly due to the fantasies that he had about you. He undid his pants and had them around his ankles in record time, and whipped off his shirt for good measure, knowing that he was quite a โ€˜splasherโ€™ and not wanting to get cum on it to pair with that ugly mustard stain.ย 
He lubed up his cock more than a healthy amount, knowing that it would contribute to the fantasy of you being so wet around him. It was a distant fantasy that he would never actually get to achieve, but hell - a man can dream. Then he began to slowly pump his cock in hand, wanting to milk it and truly enjoy it, and he let his mind get back to work.ย 
He thought back to your place. A place he was comfortable, spent a lot of time at hanging out with you.ย 
He imagined that early that night when he had forgotten his book, rather than you being in the shower, he went back to your room and found that you had been getting ready for bed. You were rubbing sweet-smelling lotion on your arms, pulling back the covers, wearing nothing but a pair of cute little socks, a tiny camisole - where he could very visibly see that you werenโ€™t wearing a bra, with the natural teardrop shape of your breasts bared to the eye, your nipples poking through the fabric - and those purple lace panties.ย 
When he would appear in the doorway, you would gawk at him and ask:ย 
โ€œStiles? What are you doing? Did youโ€ฆ forget something?โ€ย 
But you would be positioned half leaning over the bed, taking back the covers so it would be comfortable for you to sleep - and your ass would be unintentionally on full display. Your sweet pussy lips peeking at him from behind, the roundness of your ass so fucking inviting, daring him to leave bite marks across the beautifully fat flesh.ย 
And after a few moments of him staring so brazenly, saying nothing, simply drinking in the gorgeous sight of your body bent over, wearing so little clothing, wearing those perfect little lace panties-
(Stiles sped up his hand on his cock, the lube sounding downright sloppy in the silence of the room.)ย 
You would stand up to your full height, come to him in the doorway, put your face so close to his and say:ย 
โ€œIf youโ€™re gonna spend so much time staring at me like a gaping idiot, then you should do something about it.โ€ย 
Stiles had to stop the swift movements of his hand and clutch his grip tightly around the base of his cock, making his entire dick throb hard as he edged off his own orgasm.ย 
He still wasnโ€™t sure why the idea of you calling him an โ€˜idiotโ€™ in such a brazen tone made him want to cum so hard - but he didnโ€™t have time to unpack all that now.ย 
He grabbed up the panties again with his non-lubed hand. Something in the back of his mind thought that it would be a crime for him to get them dirty. Another part argued that he would absolutely love to get them covered in his cum, not clean them, and then return them to you. That it would be fucking thrilling to have you wear them in that dirtied state.ย 
Though he knew that would never fucking happen.ย 
If he returned the panties to you covered in his cum, then you would slap him, call him a pervert, and likely have Scott beat the shit out of him with his newly harnessed werewolf strength. Stiles pushed this thought to the back of his mind, though.ย 
Out of curiosity, he lifted the fabric to his nose and took a whiff. They smelled like fresh laundry - a nice lemony detergent. Of course they werenโ€™t ones you had previously worn - they were a pair you had been planning on wearing tomorrow.ย 
He distantly wondered if that meant you would not be wearing underwear tomorrow, because he had taken your intended pair. And that could have led his mind down a whole different filthy track, but instead - he began to wonder what a pair of your dirty underwear might smell like.ย 
You should take a pair of used ones. A voice in his mind told him. Snatch them right out of the hamper. Come on, youโ€™re over at her place all the time. She wonโ€™t even notice them gone.ย 
Terrible idea. Terrible rabbit hole.ย 
But what would they smell like?ย 
He wasnโ€™t deluded enough to think that pussy smelled like roses. He had never been close enough to one - a real pussy - before to actually know. Yes, he was a virgin. He could have said that he was waiting, โ€˜saving itโ€™ for you - but every other girl, including you, was smart enough to look past him. There were plenty of other guys who were better looking and more charming than him, and probably better in bed than him, that girls had chosen instead of him.ย 
He wondered if your pussy smelled like that perfect bit of sweat that you gathered at the end of a long day. Sometimes when he went to hug you before the two of you parted ways, he would catch a whiff of the tiniest undertone of musk, a good amount of sweat paired with the berry scented body spray you had put on that morning, and orange tic-tacs you had popped after lunch. It was a delectable combination.ย 
He imagined that your cunt would smell like that bit of sweat, combined with the blueberry body wash you used - the one he knew about and loved because of the time you had insisted he use your shower while stinking up a study session because he had skipped the showers after lacrosse practice when he was late to be with you.ย 
He imagined getting hints of that blueberry body wash smell coming off your thighs when his head was buried between them. What would your cunt taste like? That was a mystery he wanted to solve live.ย 
He could always imagine the other aspects so well.ย 
He could imagine the feeling of the heat under his tongue, the perfect feeling of your wetness mixing with his spit. He imagined getting to bounce your swollen clit against his tongue and while feeling your moans and cries of his name vibrate through your body as he pleasured you so well - the feeling of your pubes brushing against his cheeks as his entire face became soaked with your wetness.ย 
But the taste - that was something he could never conjure up in his mind, no matter how hard he tried.ย 
He knew that eating your pussy would be perfect. Not just because he would be giving you pleasure, serving you. But he so often dreamed of having his head smothered by your thighs, having you grab his head and shove him tighter into your cunt, you purposeful and demanding. You having that beautiful control over him while he drowned in your wetness.ย 
He knew that he would likely cum in his pants from eating you out if he ever got the privilege of doing so, and even if you laughed at him - stupidly, he would find that hot too.ย 
Stiles picked up the pace again, pumping his cock in hand evenly and firmly - even reaching down with the other hand to cradle his balls, gently rolling the flesh in his hand as he got lost in another fantasy of you.ย 
He imagined the two of you in his bed - textbooks forgotten and pushed off onto the floor, your dress hiked up around your hips, and again, those fucking purple lace panties. He was on top of you, hovering on his knees so that his hard cock wouldnโ€™t brush against you (even through his jeans) while the two of you sloppily made-out.ย 
It wasnโ€™t long before you pulled away from his kiss-swollen lips.ย 
โ€œStiles,โ€ You purred into his ear, kissing along his neck. โ€œYou know, youโ€™re so pathetic.โ€ย 
These words had his cock jumping, spurting out precum - in his fantasy, it made his underwear messy as you undid his fly.ย 
In the real world, it made his hand messy as he continued to rhythmically jerk his cock.ย 
โ€œIโ€™m not gonna let you fuck me.โ€ You told him, contrasting these words with your intentions as you put your hands inside his waistband and shoved his pants and underwear down over his hips - down to his knees until his hard, throbbing cock was exposed. โ€œNot until you prove yourself.โ€ย 
Before Stiles could ask the question, the beautiful, fantastic you that he had made up inside his mind gave him the perfect answer.ย 
โ€œGet yourself off by rubbing your pathetic dick against my panties. And then - I might let you fuck me.โ€ย 
In the real world, Stiles let out a throttled moan - a choked sound that surely would have had his father knocking on the door to ask if he was okay if he was at home. And then he rushed to grab the panties again, and without even thinking, he used his sticky lubed up hand to position the fabric around his dick. It was a coarse roughness compared to the slick smoothness he had previously been feeling, but it did wonders to complete his fantasy as he delved back to the you inside of his mind.ย 
He started rubbing the slightly lube-sticky rough fabric up and down his dick at a very slow pace as he imagined it:ย 
Being perched between your thighs, with the fabric of the panties stuck to your wet cunt, his cock hard and leaking as he tucked himself right up against you and began to rub his dick against you in order to get off. Just like you wanted, just like you had ordered him to do.ย 
โ€œPlease.โ€ Stiles chanted, the words leaking out of his lips, chanted into his empty bedroom as he pleaded to the imaginary you that would always have a hold over him - just as tight of a hold as the real you had. โ€œPlease, please - oh fuck.โ€ย 
He moved the fabric over his cock faster as he moved his hips faster in the fantasy, imagining how hot your pussy would feel against him, imagining your nails digging into his hips as you looked up at him with mocking and adoration in your eyes. He imagined you forcing his hips faster, trapping him in place with your knees bracketed around his thighs, showing him absolutely no mercy.ย 
โ€œPlease, please, please.โ€ He chanted, knowing with a distant part of his mind that he must have sounded utterly delirious. โ€œPlease, Y/N, lemme cum-โ€ย 
โ€œCum for me, Stiles.โ€ย 
Confirmed by that fantasy version of you and truly unable to hold it any longer, Stiles arched up off the bed, cumming all over his own fist. Just as he had predicted, it was an utter, uncontrollable mess. He shot cum all over his stomach, and absolutely soaked the fabric of the panties - making a horrible mess of them. Which, the lube had definitely already done. He laid there for a single moment catching his breath before it truly hit him.ย 
Fuck. He had fucked up.ย 
You would definitely notice the underwear missing after a while and he certainly couldnโ€™t return them to you in this condition.ย 
โ€ฆย 
Stiles spent the next hour in the bathroom, absolutely panicking over how to get them clean. Luckily, he wasnโ€™t a total idiot and he looked up the washing instructions online - and after hand-washing them in warm water with a โ€˜gentleโ€™ detergent (handsoap was the best that he could do), they came out perfectly clean.ย 
The only problem?ย 
Hang to dry.ย 
He set his alarm for early, earlier than you suggested, and prayed that he wouldnโ€™t sleep through it. In fact, he set three more alarms just to make sure. He couldnโ€™t have you or his father barging into his room to wake him up when he had a pair of your stolen panties pinned to his corkboard in order to properly dry them so that he could sneak them back to you in good condition.ย 
โ€ฆย 
The next day, he departed for school by 6:45 with the stolen goods hidden away in his bag, ready to sneak them back into your room later that afternoon. He made it to the library ten whole minutes before seven, and you seemed shocked that he was not only on time - but early.ย 
โ€œWow.โ€ You said, having just gotten there yourself, spreading out your items at a table - including a tray with some coffees. โ€œYou know, Stiles, I am impressed.โ€ย 
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to act so - so shocked.โ€ He replied, partially interrupted by a yawn.ย 
You leaned over to get a pen from your bag, and Stilesโ€™s eyes immediately went to your ass, unconsciously trying to spot panty lines through your dress and tights - wondering if you were even wearing underwear because he had stolen the ones you had intended for today.ย 
Focus, Stiles. Focus.ย 
โ€œWell, if you werenโ€™t here by seven sharp like I told you, I was gonna pour this in the garbage.โ€ You told him, taking his coffee out of the paper tray and sliding it toward him.ย 
โ€œYou donโ€™t have to be so mean.โ€ He chuckled, airy and light - very secretly annoyed with the way your โ€˜meanโ€™ streak affected him sometimes. Why did he have to be turned on by you scolding him and punishing him? Why?ย 
โ€œHey, if Iโ€™m not mean then you never get anything done.โ€ You told him truthfully. โ€œAnd you know how it works by now. Good boys get rewards and bad boys get spanked.โ€ You told him, letting out a bright laugh - indicating that it was clearly meant to be a joke.ย 
But instantly, it shook his mind with imagery of you bending him over the table, ripping his pants down and spanking him until he came untouched and cried for mercy, forcing him to agree that he would behave and listen to you. He became downright dizzy at the thought.ย 
You meant it as a joke - he had to sharply remind himself. But the way you so casually called him a โ€˜good boyโ€™, said that he was deserving of a โ€˜rewardโ€™ - it sent chills down his spine and already had his cock waking up. Too early. Bad rabbit hole.ย 
If he was any sort of brave, he would have pushed it more and asked you what kind of โ€˜rewardโ€™ you had in mind. But he wasnโ€™t, and he was too tired to analyze the potential consequences.ย 
โ€œOh!โ€ You said, as though suddenly remembering something. You moved to grab your bag again and Stiles closed his eyes to forcefully keep himself from staring at your ass. โ€œYou left this at my place last night.โ€ You told him, sliding his English textbook across the table toward him.ย 
He was too busy trying to calm his own lust that he missed the smirk on your face - the mischief lingering in your eyes, the intention in your tone. He was too caught up, drowning in his own affections for you that he never would have pieced together that you had taken in and hidden it on purpose as a ploy to get him to come back. That you had put out some other bait for him to find.ย 
โ€œThanks.โ€ He said quietly. โ€œSo - what do we need to go over before the test?โ€
โ€œEverything.โ€ย 
Stiles groaned.
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Edit to my notes as of Oct. 9th, 2024:
It is now my biggest regret announcing that there is a sequel to this fic in my drafts, but there is one that is fully written and just needs to be edited (but that is something that takes time and effort - neither of which I am going to put into the fic right now). However, it will not be posted anytime soon, and it is delayed infinitely. It will be posted when it is posted (and currently I don't know when that will be), and I would appreciate people not chasing me down and not asking about it.
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thyme-in-a-bubble ยท 1 year ago
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a little fashion show
kinktober, day four
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a/n: bro, the amount of time this idea has been in the notes app on my phone....
warnings:ย stiles stilinski x reader, smut, best friends to lovers, mutual pining, trying on lingerie, teasing, flashing, kissing
word count: 990
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โ€œWho was at the door?โ€ Stiles asked as your giddy form appeared in the doorway to your room once more.ย 
โ€œThe mailman,โ€ you giggled, unable to contain your excitement, โ€œand look!โ€
โ€œYou got a package!โ€ not getting as revved up in the excitement as you were, he nonchalantly pointed out the parcel in your palms, โ€œoh, cool!โ€
โ€œNot just any package, only the one Iโ€™ve been waiting about a billion years to arrive,โ€ you shut the door behind you, gazing down at the bundle in your hands with heart-shaped eyes, โ€œyou donโ€™t mind if I just try this stuff on right now, do you? I just donโ€™t know if I can wait till you leave.โ€
Discretely readjusting in his comfortable seat on your mattress, he waved a hand, โ€œno, no, itโ€™s fine.โ€
โ€œReally? Great!โ€ you squealed, digging your fingers into the opening of the package, โ€œyou can help me see if any of it doesnโ€™t suit me or fit right, give you a little fashion show and everything.โ€ย 
โ€œAlright, sure,โ€ he agreed with a soft chuckle as you disappeared behind the wide bookcase that acted as a divider in the middle of your room.
After changing into the first item, you couldnโ€™t stop yourself from springing back out, arms raised high above your head as you sang, โ€œtada! What do you think?โ€
โ€œWow, oh,ย wow,โ€ you watched Stiles eyes grow wide as they landed on the extremely short nightgown hanging around your form, โ€œthatโ€™s-, thatโ€™s-โ€ฆโ€
โ€œItโ€™s cute, isnโ€™t it?โ€ you turned your back to your stunned friend to glance at yourself in the mirror, โ€œthe floral pattern especially.โ€ย 
Gaze tracing your hands as they played with the tiny skirt, โ€œy-yeah, it is,โ€ you just barely managed to catch sight of his reflection discreetly move one of your pink pillows over his lap, โ€œitโ€™s good, you should definitely keep that one.โ€
You hadnโ€™t thought that his blush could have gotten any worse, but evidently, as you soon pranced out clad in the next thing, it very much could.ย 
โ€œWhat about this one?โ€ you innocently observed the lingerie set in the long mirror, turning a bit to see how the high-waisted, black underwear hugged your bottom, โ€œdo you think it fits alright?โ€ย 
Looking like a broken PlayStation 2 game youโ€™d have to pull out and blow on, Stiles simply hummed, โ€œhuh?โ€
โ€œI just feel like if I jump around or bend over in this, the girls are just gonna spill out,โ€ your nose crinkled as your fingertips ghosted over the cups of the matching bra.ย 
โ€œI mean,โ€ he blinked hazily, โ€œyou could test it out, if you want.โ€
Obliging twice, jumping gently in place, the squint to your eye didnโ€™t fade away as not only you observed how your boobs jiggled in the cups, โ€œhm, I donโ€™t know, maybe one of the ones that has a different cut then this oneโ€ฆโ€
Peeping through the shy slivers of the bookcase, you bit down on your smirk as you watched the trouble youโ€™d stirred up on the other side. As you slid off the black number, daringly arching your back and purposefully sticking your butt out far enough for him to catch a glimpse, you spotted how a string of your want clung to the panties as you dragged the down your legs.ย 
If this last one wasnโ€™t gonna do the trick, make the guy youโ€™d had a crush on forever fess up and make a move, then you didnโ€™t know what would.
Pink, skimpy and sheer, your pebbly nipples werenโ€™t the only thing on full display as the see-through thong also made your puffy pussylips no secret to anyone.ย 
Your pace as you returned to the mirror was purposefully slow, not looking to Stiles even once as you felt your desperation for him soak the pretty garments.ย 
โ€œT-that-, yeah,โ€ his fluttering eyes were trained on your bare bottom, โ€œthatโ€™sย nice.โ€
โ€œYeah?โ€ you still didnโ€™t dare to look at him, โ€œyou think so?โ€
โ€œMhm,โ€ he nearly groaned.ย 
Grazing your touch ever so lightly over the elastic edges, you uttered, โ€œyou really think itโ€™s pretty?โ€
โ€œY-yeahโ€ฆโ€
โ€œStiles,โ€ you sucked in a deep breath and gathered up the courage through the pumping adrenalin of being so exposed before your crush, โ€œcan I ask you something?โ€
โ€œAnything,โ€ flowed from his lips nearly instantly.
โ€œWould you have sex with me?โ€
The room was dead silent a moment before Stiles choked, โ€œwhat?โ€
โ€œWould you fuck me?โ€ you rephrased, still not looking back at him in the refection.ย 
โ€œWould I-โ€ฆ Iโ€™m sorry,ย what?โ€
โ€œWould you fuck me?โ€ gnawing at your bottom lips, you finally turned to face him, โ€œbecause I kinda really like you, like a lot,โ€ your feet slowly carried you closer to where he sat, โ€œand I donโ€™t know, Iโ€™m sorry, am I being too forward? Is this too much? Do you not like me in that way? Because I totally get it if you do, Iโ€™m really sorry for everything. I thought youโ€™d picked up on the hints Iโ€™ve been dropping for a while now and that you-โ€
โ€œI do like you!โ€ he rushed to cut off your concern, โ€œI-I-, yes,โ€ seizing your hand in his as he emphasized, โ€œyes.โ€ย 
โ€œYes orย yes?โ€ you asked, eyes flickering to the pillow hiding his own excitement.ย 
โ€œYes,โ€ he nodded, swiftly tugging you down in his lap before you could withdraw your proposal.ย 
An airy whimper escaped your lips as he then kissed you, your whole body feeling like puddy in his grasp. Drawing back a moment from his long-awaited pecks, you found yourself offering bashfully, โ€œyou know, I could also just give you a handjob or blow you or something if youโ€™re not-โ€
Using his leverage, he suddenly flung you down against the mattress, effectively cutting your suggestion off as he scurried to hover above you, an earnest grin adorning his lips as he then exclaimed โ€œoh my god, just shut up and let me screw my best friend.โ€
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soulofapatrick ยท 1 year ago
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Falling Into You - Stiles Stilinski x Female Readerย 
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Summary: you and stiles finally give into your unknown crush on each other
Words: 2.6K
Warning: Heated makeout session; if you squint there's dry humping
Y/Nโ€™s POV
Living with Stiles has been far from boring. Ever since my dad was killed and my younger brother - Isaac - went to live with Derek, Sheriff Noah Stilinski graciously opened his home to me. That meant living with Stiles too, and let me tell you, it has been anything but dull. Stiles has this knack for turning even the most mundane day into a storytelling session filled with the antics he and Scott get up to.ย 
Iโ€™ve grown to love it here. The Stilinski house is like a second home, and the sheriff is like a second dad to me. Heโ€™s been incredibly supportive, especially during the tough times. And then thereโ€™s Stiles. Heโ€™sโ€ฆ well, heโ€™s Stiles. Quirky, witty and always wearing that mischievous grin.ย 
Lately, though, somethingโ€™s shifted. Iโ€™ve caught myself stealing glances at Stiles when heโ€™s not looking. His passion for solving mysteries, his loyalty to his friendsโ€”thereโ€™s something undeniably endearing about him. Maybe itโ€™s the way he cares for everyone around him, or the way he throws himself into every insane situation without hesitation. But it's more than that. There's a warmth in his laughter, a genuineness in his concern, that makes my heart flutter a bit faster. And as much as I try to ignore it, I can't deny that a crush has been slowly blossoming.ย 
Living under the same roof, itโ€™s hard to keep these feelings under wraps. I find myself wanting to spend more time around him, hoping for moments where itโ€™s just the two of us, away from the chaotic everyday that is Beacon Hills. Yet, Iโ€™m also terrified. What if he doesnโ€™t feel the same way? What if it ruins our friendship or makes things awkward while living with him?ย 
Stiles is currently sat cross legged on my bed, looking so engrossed in whatever supernatural mystery he's delving into. His dedication is admirable, even if it means sacrificing proper posture for the sake of research. I can't help but steal glances at him every now and then, admiring the furrow in his brow as he concentrates.ย 
I wish I could tell him how I feel. But the fear of ruining what we currently have, the fear of changing the dynamic between us, itโ€™s suffocating. So instead, I go back to focusing on my assignment, the words blurring on the page as my thought drift back to him.ย 
The room is quiet except for the clicking of keys and the occasional muttered comment from Stiles. As I sit at my desk, trying to concentrate on the assignment in front of me, my mind wandering againโ€”this time an entirely different scenario and itโ€™s one that feels both exhilarating and terrifying.ย 
I canโ€™t help but imagine what it would be like to set aside the fear and uncertainty, to sit next to Stiles and lean in, closing the distance between us. What would it be like to press my lips against Stilesโ€™? Would they be as soft as they look, as warm as his laugh? My heart races at the mere thought, a flurry of emotions dancing within me.ย 
I picture the moment vividly: closing the space between us, feeling the warmth of his breath mingling with mine, and the anticipation before our lips meet. I imagine his hands, tentative yet steady, finding their place on my skin, maybe on the curve of my cheek or the small of my back. How would it feel to have his touch ignite a thousand sparks, to feel the electricity between us?ย 
Thereโ€™s a mix of longing and hesitation, the desire to experience that connection, yet the fear of disrupting the comfortable equilibrium we've found in our friendship. But in my mind's eye, it's a beautiful chaosโ€”a leap into the unknown, a chance to explore something deeper, something that might exist beyond our late-night conversations and shared moments.
Before I can continue imagining me and Stiles the said boy breaks my thoughts, โ€œHey Y/N! Come here,โ€ He speaks, excitement in his voice but his eyes never once leaving the screen.ย 
I force myself out of the reverie, blinking away the vivid daydreams as Stiles called out to me. His excitement is palpable, contagious even, and I push aside the rush of emotions to focus on the present.ย 
I rise from my chair, feeling a strange mix of anticipation and nervousness as I make my way to where Stiles is seated. Heโ€™s still hunched over the laptop, his attention entirely captured by the screen. With a careful step, I settle on the bed behind him, leaning over him enough to rest my chin on his shoulder, trying to catch a glimpse of whatโ€™s got him so intrigued.ย 
His warmth seeps through the fabric of his shirt, radiating against my chest, a sensation I try desperately to ignore. The scent that envelopes meโ€”a blend of old books, faint traces of motor oil and a lingering hint of coffeeโ€”should be distracting, but itโ€™s oddly comforting. Itโ€™s quintessentially Stiles, a unique combination that feels inexplicably familiar and reassuring.ย 
I glance at the screen, feigning interest in whatever supernatural phenomenon has grabbed his attention. But truthfully, my focus wavers between trying to understand what heโ€™s showing me and the proximity between us. His presence feels magnetic, drawing me in, yet I fight the urge to let my thoughts drift into forbidden territory.ย 
โ€œLook at this,โ€ He exclaims, pointing to a section on the screen. His enthusiasm is infectious, and for a moment, I forget the inner turmoil, getting lost in his excitement.ย 
Stiles is engrossed in explaining something on the screen, his energy palpable. I try my best to keep up, nodding along as he talks, but the proximity between us amplifies every emotion within me.ย 
Suddenly, he turns his head, excitement lighting up his russet eyes as he tries to make a point. His words trail off mid-sentence, and in that suspended moment, our faces are unexpected close. I feel his breath, warm against my skin, a sensation that sends a shiver down my spine.ย 
As if in slow motion, I notice every tiny detailโ€”the freckles scattered across his pale skin, the way his eyes dart down to my lips for the briefest moment before meeting my gaze again. My breath catches in my throat, and Iโ€™m sure he can heart the erratic beat of my heart. There's a shift in the air, an unspoken tension that crackles between us. His cheeks flush with colour, a shade of red that matches the intensity of my own emotions. I can't tear my gaze away from him, from the way his eyes flicker between mine and the way his lips part, as if searching for words that elude him.ย 
For a moment, time seems suspended, our silent exchange speaking volumes. I feel a surge of courage and vulnerability intertwine within me, a silent plea for something more, a leap into the unknown.ย 
But just as quickly as the moment arrives, it slips away. Stiles blinks, breaking the trance, and clears his throat, shifting slightly away. "Um, sorry, got carried away there," he stammers, his voice a tad higher than usual.
The air feels charged with an awkward tension, heavy with the weight of unspoken words. I try to ease the discomfort by standing up, intending to head back to my desk and salvage whatโ€™s left of our usual camaraderie. But before I can even take a step, Stilesโ€™ hand shoots out, wrapped around my wrist in a swift motion that catches me off guard.ย 
Caught off guard by the sudden proximity, I stumble and practically find myself in Stiles's lap. His warmth envelopes me, and for a moment, our heartbeats synchronise in a chaotic rhythm that seems to echo the unspoken emotions between us.ย 
Stilesโ€™ eyes lock onto mine, a mixture of anticipation and vulnerability swirling within their depths. His tongue darts out to wet his pretty pink lips, a nervous gesture that betrays the intensity of the moment. Before I can fully comprehend whatโ€™s happening, his hand finds the back of my neck, drawing me closer.ย 
In that heartbeat before our lips meet, the world around us seems to still. His touch sends a surge of electricity through me, igniting a fire that I didnโ€™t know was simmering within. And then, finally, our lips touch in a kiss that feels both anticipated and inevitable.ย 
As our embrace intensifies, the laptop becomes a mere afterthought, pushed aside to make way for the burgeoning heat between us. Stiles's movements are deliberate, his hands finding my hips with a confident touch, guiding me to straddle his lap as our bodies mold together.ย 
The kiss deepens, the connection between us sparking a newfound intensity. Stilesโ€™ hands, warm against my skin, slip under the fabric of my teeshirt, sending shivers cascading down my spine. His touch is electric, fingers tracing patterns along my hips, a gentle yet possessive hold that ignites a fire within me. I tangle my fingers in his messy hair, feeling the soft strands between my fingertips as I tilt his head back slightly, deepening the kiss. Thereโ€™s a dominance in his action, a confidence that surprises me but also excites me in ways I hadnโ€™t anticipated.ย 
His lips move with purpose, fervent and seeking, a silent demand for more as our breaths mingle in the shared space between us. Each movement, each touch, feels like an unspoken confession of desires long kept hidden.ย 
My heart races as I lean into him, relishing the sensation of his lips against mine, the way his body responds to my touch. And as I lose myself in the passion of the moment, it becomes clear that Stiles, despite his usual playful demeanour, possesses a commanding presence that takes my breath away.ย 
As the intensity of the moment heightens, Stilesโ€™ touch remains both from and reassuring, his hands guiding me with a tenderness that contrasts his newfound dominance. With a gentle yet firm pressure, his long, nimble fingers press against my back, coaxing me to lower myself onto him. Thereโ€™s an undeniable pull in his touch, drawing me closer until Iโ€™m lying atop him, our chests pressing together in a shared rhythm. Our breaths mingle in the small space between y=us, the heat of the moment making the air around us feel charged.ย 
His chest rises and falls with each breath, syncing with mine, creating an unspoken harmony. The sensation of our bodies pressed together sends jolt through me, an electric current that ignites every nerve ending.ย 
As I rest against him, feeling the steady thud of his heartbeat against mine, a rush of emotions floods over meโ€”desire mingled with a newfound intimacy, vulnerability meshed with a sense of comfort in this uncharted territory.ย 
Stiles's gaze holds a mixture of passion and tenderness, a silent understanding passing between us in the shared silence. His fingers trace gentle patterns along my back, a gesture that speaks volumes, conveying a reassurance amidst the fervour of the moment. His lips part as if to speak but instead, in a very Stiles fashion, a torrent of words spill out in a hurried stream.ย 
โ€œI-I've wanted to do this for so long, and I'm sorry, I should've asked, I mean, I wanted to ask, but then this moment happened, and I just... I didn't want to ruin it, but I shouldโ€™veโ€”" He babbles, the words tumbling out faster than I can comprehend. His apology mixes with an admission that heโ€™s wanted this as much as I have, and amidst his rambling, I canโ€™t help but laugh softly, finding the sudden flood of words endearing.ย 
Before his apologies and explanations can continue, I decide to silence him the best way I know how. With a gentle yet decisive motion, I cup his face in both hands, capturing his lips in a kiss that speaks volumes, stealing away his words and replacing them with the silent language of our shared desires.ย 
The kiss is deliberate interruption, a way to convey everything Iโ€™ve been feeling in a single moment. Itโ€™s a tender yet firm assertion, an assurance that words are unnecessary amidst the eloquence of our connection.ย 
As our lips meet, I feel a shift in the air, the nervous energy dissipating into something more serene. Stilesโ€™ initial surprise melts into a reciprocated warmth, and soon, the kiss becomes a dance of shared affection and unspoken apologies. In that suspended moment, the kiss becomes a story of its ownโ€”a narrative of unspoken emotions conveyed through the gentle meeting of our lips. Stiles's initial surprise gives way to a newfound ease, his lips molding against mine with a familiarity that feels surprisingly natural yet exhilaratingly new.
His touch, tender yet assured, ignites a cascade of sensations. His hands explore, tracing the contours of my back, sending tingles racing along my skin. Thereโ€™s a delicate balance in his touch, a mix of reverence and longing that speaks volumes about the dept of his emotions.ย 
As our kiss deepens, Iโ€™m enveloped in a whirlwind of emotions. Stilesโ€™ lips against mine feel like a discoveryโ€”a blend of softness and fervour, an unspoken language that surpasses any verbal communication. Each movement of our lips is a revelation, a testament to the unspoken connection between us. His closeness has a gravitational pull, drawing me in and enveloping me in a sense of security and desire. In this moment, I feel cherished, desired, and seen in a way that goes beyond mere words.ย 
The intensity of our kiss, a universe of emotions contained within, is abruptly interrupted by the jarring ring of Stilesโ€™ phone. Startled, we break apart, a shared groan escaping both of us as the moment fractures, replacing by the intrusion of reality. Stiles fumbles for his phone, his expression a mix of frustration and resignation. With a sigh, he answers and puts it on speaker, revealing Scottโ€™s urgent voice on the other end, asking if Stiles had found any leads.ย 
As Stiles responds to Scottโ€™s inquiries, I take the opportunity to sit back up, adjusting my position so that Iโ€™m straddling his waist. The shift seems to catch Stiles of guard, his breath hitching slightly, and I can feel the bulge pressing against my ass. I watch as Stiles bites his lip, a subtle attempt to suppress any involuntary sounds, his focus divided between the phone call and me, shifting on his lap. His eyes meet mine for a fleeting moment, and I can see a hint of frustration at the interruption, mixed with a smouldering intensity that sends a thrill through me.ย 
Leaning closer, I offer an apologetic smile, silently acknowledging the disruption but unable to resist teasing him but grinding my hips against his, pretending to get more comfortable on his lap. I notice the way his breath catches again and his hands dart for my hips unsure if they want to stop my hips or help me roll them against that growing bulge.ย 
โ€œSh-shit,โ€ A moan escapes him and Scott falls silent as Stilesโ€™ cheeks bloom a pretty shade of red, โ€œFuck, I gotta go, talk later.โ€ And with that Stiles is hanging up, practically throwing his phone on the floor and in one quick moment has us flipped over so Iโ€™m laying underneath him.ย 
โ€œHi.โ€ I breathe quietly, an ache between my legs.ย 
โ€œDonโ€™t you โ€˜hiโ€™ me you little tease.โ€ He grumbles, leaning on his elbows either side of my head.ย 
โ€œWhat you gonna do about it?โ€ I challenge, loving the gleam in his eyes.ย 
Stiles chuckles softly, his eyes dancing with mischief as he leans closer, his breath brushing against my lips.ย 
"Oh, sweetheart, you have no idea what you've started."
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stiles comes to you after his female anatomy class and asks you to help. he says heโ€™s never even watched torn so has never even seen a vagina, but yours is the first one he winds up seeing and eating out
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you were sitting on your couch watching tv, a root beer flavored sucker between your lips. you were channel surfing, nothing catching your eye. your front door opened unannounced, making your head whip towards it.
after it closed, the familiar face of stiles poked around the corner.
you sighed, glad it wasn't an intruder.
"hey," you greeted. "ever heard of knocking?"
"sorry, it's raining and the door was unlocked. i figured you wouldn't mind."
he kicked his shoes off and walked over to sit next to you, mimicking your position by crossing his arms.
"what flavor is that?" he asked, looking at the stick in your mouth.
"root beer."
"nice."
"so what's up?"
"i was hoping you could help me study."
"as long as it's not math."
"honestly, i kinda wish it was."
"why? what is it?"
"so... it's for my health class. we're doing a human anatomy course for the sex ed unit."
"and you need my help... why?"
"well... it's female anatomy." you raised your eyebrows. "you're the only person i'm comfortable with asking for help on this."
you just looked at him for a second before taking in a deep breath and turning off the tv.
"alright, fine."
within a couple of minutes you were both upstairs on your bed. you sat against your headboard, him laying on his side horizontal across the bed with his assignment in front of him.
so far, it was just multiple choice and fill in the blank questions. he was reading them out, getting your answers.
"what do the ovaries do?" he asked, a diagram of the uterus, ovaries, and fallopian tubes above the questions, with lines to label each.
"make hormones and contain eggs."
he skimmed the answers, finding the one that fit that description the best.
once he finished that chart, he flipped the page to see a very detailed diagram of a vagina, also with lines pointing to specific parts of it for him to label.
he looked at it for a moment, as if he was really studying it.
"vulva."
"i'm pretty sure that's just an all-inclusive word to include everything."
he circled the right answer
"what is the... clitoris? did i say that right?"
hearing stiles say the word 'clitoris' was a bit weird, but to be fair most people don't really say the full word.
"are you really asking me what the clit is?"
"yeah, what is it?"
you looked at him slightly in disbelief, chuckling a bit.
"come on, stiles."
"what?"
you were dumbfounded. everyone knows what the clit is.
"you've never even heard the word?"
"i've heard of it, i just don't know what it is."
"it's kind of obvious if you're looking at a vagina."
he shrugged. "never seen one. well, other than this drawing."
now this left you stunned. never seen a vagina? how was it possible for a teenage boy to never have seen one?
"you've watched porn, though."
he shook his head. "nope."
somehow he continued to shock you more with every sentence.
"never?"
"never."
"stiles, you're a teenage boy, and you're telling me you've never watched porn?"
"never needed to."
"the clitoris is... it's like a little bud above the vaginal opening. it's full of nerve endings and it's really only there for pleasure purposes."
"huh. interesting. can i ask you a question?"
"shoot."
"does every vagina look like this?"
"what do you mean?"
"like... are they all identical?"
"uh... no. every vagina is different. just like every penis is different. some of them are dangly, some are hairy, it just depends on the person."
"does yours look like this?"
your eyebrows dipped.
"did you really just ask me that?"
"i thought i was allowed to ask questions."
"yeah, general questions."
"that is a general question."
you sighed. "similar. but not really. i mean, they all have the same basic parts. but the anatomy is different sometimes."
he nodded. "wish i could see a real one up close."
it was kind of funny, how he was talking about vaginas like a specimen he could study.
"you will someday." he made eye contact with you and raised his eyebrows slightly. "stiles. you're not implying what i think you are, are you?"
"i mean... i'm not gonna say no."
"i'm not showing you my vagina!"
"that's not what i was asking, pervert," he said in an unconvincing tone.
to be completely honest, you weren't completely against the idea. the best way to learn was to see the real thing, not just a drawing.
you sighed. "fine." his eyes lit up a bit. "on one condition."
"mm?"
"no touching. only looking."
he nodded.
"sounds fair to me."
you could not believe you were fully exposing yourself to him right now, your vagina just out. your upper body was propped up on your pillows, your knees bent and thighs spread with his eyes glued to you.
"and no judging my lack of shaving."
he shrugged. "doesn't bother me."
he was looking at you like it was a book and he was reading every word.
"this is kinda weird, right?" you asked, trying to break the tension. and trying to distract him from the fact that his gaze was causing you to grow wetter and wetter with every second.
"a little bit, yeah."
"so... my vagina is the first one you've ever seen."
"yep. looks pretty similar to the drawing."
a few seconds of heavy silence went by.
"i mean... it's hard to learn when you're not... hands-on." you mentally slapped yourself for how cringey that sounded.
he froze, looking up into your eyes.
"what?"
"yeah, i mean... how are you supposed to learn what the clitoris is if you don't get to see what it does?"
"oh. i don't- i don't know."
"exactly."
"but you said no touching."
"i know what i said. maybe sometimes it's good to... break rules."
he slowly crawled closer to you and you spread your thighs wider. the cold air against your wetness could've given you chills.
"what... what do i do?" he asked, his face only a couple of inches away.
"see if you can find the words on your paper."
he looked over at it. "labia."
he lightly poked your wet lips โ€” not the ones on your face.
"good."
"was that it?"
"mhm. good job."
"clitoris," he said without looking back at the paper.
"you remembered that one."
he looked around for a second before, without warning, placing the pad of his pointer finger onto your clit, making you take in a deep breath.
"that?"
"yep. right again."
"what do you... do with it?"
it was uncomfortable to explain, especially with a face in your vagina and a finger on your clit.
"uh... lots of things. really it's just different ways of touching it and touching it with different things. so, you could go in circles, back and forth, up and down. you can also use your tongue or some kind of toy. it's another thing that just depends on the person, everyone likes different things."
"what do you like?"
"circles, usually."
with a second of hesitation, he began slowly moving that finger in circles. you let out a breathy moan and closed your eyes, but he stopped.
"was that okay?"
you opened your eyes and looked down at him.
"that was good."
"so... what happens? is there like... an end goal here?"
"orgasm. it's how most women have to get there. sex, like penetration, usually isn't enough to get a lot of us there."
"really?"
"yeah. that's why it's important for our partners to do something other than just regular sex."
"so... do you usually prefer fingers or... a tongue?"
"well... me personally, i usually prefer a tongue. i feel like it's just more intimate."
"and what do you do with the tongue?"
"same thing you would with fingers. circles, back and forth, up and down-"
you were interrupted by a warm tongue on your clit, unable to hold in a gasp. he was going in circles like you said to do, and it was like he knew what to do immediately.
it felt good. you looked down at him to see him returning the gaze, a smirk creeping across his face.
"good, just like that, stiles."
you were doing your darndest to keep your hips still, ensuring he did everything right his first time. he placed his hands atop your thighs, making sure they stayed spread.
you reached up and pushed your hair out of your face, fisting a ball of your own hair. you were moaning, which he wasn't expecting to hear the first time he did this.
"you're doing good, stiles. that feels good."
he didn't answer, but his ego grew a few sizes at that. the closer you got to your orgasm, the more he had to hold you still. his arms were now wrapped around your thighs, his hands flat against your belly.
"fuck, okay, i can feel it coming," you said, looking down at him. "keep going, i'm gonna cum."
when you did look at him, it looked like he was experienced in this. his positioning, his hands, his pace, everything screamed 'i've done this a thousand times before'.
he liked this. being able to make you melt with just his tongue was making him hard, but he couldn't help it. your sweet voice moaning his name was like music to his ears, and the closer you got the louder you became.
your fingers tangled in his hair, trying not to pull too hard.
"don't stop, stiles. i'm almost there. i'll tell you when to stop."
he obeyed, not changing a single thing he was doing. if it hadn't have been so obvious, he might not have known you were cumming.
your back arched sharply, you took in a loud gasp, and your legs were trembling.
this was an incredible orgasm. you were perplexed by his skill, as ten minutes ago he had never even laid eyes on a vagina, much less eaten one out. but he was a quick learner, as you'd figured out from all the werewolf stuff.
"alright, stop, stop," you choked out. he immediately pulled away, using his shirt to wipe his mouth. you closed your legs and reveled in your high. your hand covered your eyes and you struggled to catch your breath.
"was that okay?" he asked innocently.
"are you kidding?" a moment later, you propped yourself up on your elbows. "how did you know how to do that?"
he shrugged. "i just did what you described."
"i've had more than one guy go down on me who was experienced and couldn't make me cum at all. that was, what, two minutes?"
"i guess i'm a natural," he joked.
you tilted your head to the side. "c'mere." you spread your legs again and his eyes widened, slowly following your directions. he held himself above you and you pulled him down to kiss you.
your hand trailed down his chest and landed on his belt, the clanking of the buckle making him pull away.
"what're you doing?" he whispered, looking at your half-closed eyes.
"well... i can see you're rock hard. i just figured, if you're losing your oral virginity, you might as well lose the regular one too."
he gulped hard, not moving.
"oh."
you stopped messing with his belt, furrowing your brow.
"unless you don't want to. you don't have to. don't feel like i'm pressuring you."
he shook his head.
"i don't. it's just... i didn't expect this. i wasn't planning on doing that when i came over, and i definitely didn't expect this. i didn't bring a condom or anything."
"i have some." you reached down and cupped his bulge in your hand, which made him falter a bit. "they might be a bit snug, but they'll fit."
he nodded, and you continued unbuckling his belt. when you got his pants shimmied down a bit and he was exposed to you, you noticed how red his cheeks were.
"what's wrong?"
"nothing. just... i don't want to disappoint you."
"stiles, it's your first time. i'm not expecting you to last past the first thrust." you can tell he took that as an insult. "i didn't mean it like that. no guy lasts past the first thrust during their first time. vaginas are different than hands or socks. i want you to feel comfortable with this. i promise i'm not judging you."
he nodded. "okay."
"if you don't want to have sex yet i could always just blow you instead. you might last longer that way."
"no, i want to do this."
"okay."
you reached over and grabbed a condom out of your nightstand drawer and opened it for him.
"want me to put it on for you?" you asked, to which you received a nod.
the feeling of your hand stroking down on him could've made him cum right then and there. but he wanted to wait until he was at least inside of you.
the feeling of his tip pressing into you was magical for both of you, and once he was fully nestled into you, he pressed a deep kiss onto your mouth.
he didn't move for a moment, wanting this to last as long as possible.
he was a nice size, not small by any means but not the biggest you'd had. he was perfect.
"you okay?" you whispered, pushing his hair off his forehead.
he nodded, the redness in his cheeks spreading to his chest. he slowly pulled out, and let out a loud, shaky moan with the next thrust. him laying his forehead against your chest let you know that he had cum, his arms trembling a bit.
when he looked at you again, he chuckled.
"what?" you asked.
"lasted past the first thrust." you both laughed at that, and you kissed him again. "next time it'll be better."
"next time?" he nodded. "when will that be?"
he thought for a second. "give me a couple of hours."
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stilinskikisses ยท 1 month ago
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| Stiles is so golden retriever x black cat |
Fanfic coming soon with this trope <3
xoxo layla
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mysticallystilinski ยท 3 months ago
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BLAME IT ON THE ALCOHOL?
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a stiles stilinski x fem!reader fic
โ€” เฑจเงŽ masterlist
CW ! 18 + SMUT ( fingering, p in v intercourse, underage drinking, oral intercourse (f!receiving), bestfriends to fuckers )
lav speaks.. hi!! my requests are ALWAYS open and wanted. i honestly need more inspo!
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the beat was loud, in the best way possible. vibrating through yours and stiles bodies, leaving a trail of sound waves wherever you lead. a classic beacon hills party, loud, rowdy, and full of horny teenagers.
it wasnโ€™t usually your cup of tea, but lydia of course forced you to come. she picked out the little burgundy dress, and slight heels that would make all the guys drool over you. doing your makeup to a perfection, with elegance and the most precise perfumes for seductiveness.
heading to the kitchen, you held stiles wrist to ease the risk of not losing him to the large crowds surrounding you guys. โ€œLETโ€™S TAKE SHOTSโ€, scott yelled. of course he was already drunk, about 4 shots deep approximately. stiles headed to the side of you, grabbing a red solo cup, then another. โ€œhm โ€“ y/n, how many shotโ€™s do you want?โ€
โ€œ3 or 4โ€, you question. he poured you about 2 shots of vodka, and him 3. god, you couldnโ€™t handle the way he did everything more than you. the way he thought he could baby you. grabbing the bottle, you poured about another shot into your cup, and downed it with ease.
stiles eyes widened at this sudden burst of confidence, a slight spark filling his mind but he slowly smirked. โ€œweโ€™re gonna have so much fun tonightโ€, he chuckled. already the alcohol hitting your system, you gave him a slight smile, and a thumbs up. sounds good sti.
without warning, you left stiles, and the rest of the pack to fend for themselves with the alcohol. heading into the living room, one of your favorite songs came on, especially to grind to. looking around, you were looking for someone to dance with. eyes hazy, landing on stiles from across the room, you slowly made your way over to him.
he was talking to a girl, specifically someone youโ€™ve known had liked him for a while; per the gossip at beacon hills high. โ€œsti โ€” baby, come on letโ€™s danceโ€, you whined. his eyes widened, and his pants tightened at these words. the girl scoffed, and walked away after hearing those words come out of your mouth.
โ€œoh no! waitโ€, stiles plead to her, but she just ignored him before heading around a corner. stiles turned to face you with a harsh look on his face, contorted but almost with lust. his hands gripped your waist, slightly but still holding with a grip. leaning down to your ear he spoke, โ€œwhat was that all about?โ€ it wasnโ€™t that he minded it, it was the fact that you waited till then to pursue the move.
your face showed all your emotions, lust, jealousy, and seduction. facing him, you went to spoke, but were stopped with your own thoughts. lord โ€“ he was hot. it was almost like, you couldnโ€™t focus?
you felt his breath, harsh and hot on your neck as his lips were dangerously close to your ear. โ€œitโ€™s- just-โ€, you tried to speak before he pulled away to make eye contact with you.
was it the alcohol, or are you horny? no, no โ€“ you couldnโ€™t think that. heโ€™s just your best friend, nothing else. โ€œhm.. are you going to argue or?โ€, he laughed. your eyes glistened with lust, looking up into his. he was concerned for a moment, hand on your waist until you went closer into him โ€” slightly brushing up against his bulge.
a short gasp came from his mouth, and before you both knew it, his hands were on your ass and yours entangled in his hair while making out. his lips were colliding with yours in a vastly manner, sweet to the taste but rough to the touch. you felt eyes burning into your skull of the people surrounding you โ€” but god that turned you on even more.
you moaned slightly as his tongue made its way into your mouth, almost intoxicating you. gripping onto his hair, stiles groaned into your mouth which figuratively made you melt.
the truth was there, you wanted to fuck stiles stilinski. and you wanted to do it tonight.
the alcohol was beating through your system, at an exceptionally fast pace as you were already heading up the stairs with stiles close behind you. you didnโ€™t know whoโ€™s house it was, but did you care? not really.
stumbling up the steps, surprisingly you and stiles made your way to the guest room in one piece. the door slammed open, then shut when your two bodies were in there. lock clicking, you pulled your dress down your body, leaving you in only a bra and panties.
stiles practically stopped in his tracks, you could tell he wanted you badly. his eyes filled with some type of darkness, a type of harsh emotion even stronger than lust. his lips slightly agape, he walked up to you and brought his hand up to your chin.
making you look at him, your eye contact faltered from the floor to his brown orbs. his moles were ever so prominent all of a sudden, almost making you want to reach out and run your fingers along them in a gaze.
โ€œtake off your clothesโ€, you spoke in a hush. immediately, he obeyed, taking off his dark red flannel, and navy blue jeans from his toned body. left in nothing but his boxers, you two were faced bare, with nothing to say.
thoughts ran through both of your guys minds, the most prominent was if this was a good idea.
but fuck it.
fuck it, and fuck him. without saying anything, stiles walked closer to you, pushing you backward and towards the bed. with him hovering over you, and his hand gripping onto your back, your panties were a sopping mess.
โ€œbaby, you look so good, and all for me?โ€, he groaned. a sigh left your lips in retaliation as he traced kisses down your neck, and collarbone. stiles sucked, and bit lightly on the warm skin beneath him before pushing you completely onto the bed.
your body hit the soft, lonely mattress before stiles had crawled his way on top of you. a linger of him appearing through your dazed eyes as he slowly took away your panties from your aching core.
already, the brush of his fingers on the inner part of your thighs was enough to make your head get thrown back. โ€œsti โ€” please, just do something alreadyโ€, you whimpered softly. you saw his cocky smirk already brewing, panties thrown to the side.
โ€œbeg for itโ€, he spoke. your breath quickly got caught in your throat at those three words. โ€œbeg for it?โ€, you questioned. โ€œyou heard meโ€.
him saying that practically made you cum on the spot. as soon as your legs clenched together, stiles, being the impatient person he is, forced them open and delved right him.
his tongue worked furiously upon your clit, sucking in sweet motions, and hitting just the right spot. your eyes were rolling, back arched, and you โ€“ being a slut only for stiles, were grinding upon his face.
โ€œs- sti- oh my godโ€, you moaned out. that fueled something in him, something that made him go not just harder, but faster and more precise. you felt him chuckle into your heat, sending a wave of vibrations through your body.
he wouldnโ€™t stop โ€” he couldnโ€™t stop until he made you finish. your hands made their way into his sweat-ridden hair, gripping so tightly that you could almost pull his head away.
as you let out shaky moans, stiles surprised you. he suddenly pushed two fingers inside of your core, nice and deep. you wouldโ€™ve thought he would be softer, but no โ€“ the man was rough. the overstimulation was getting to be too much as his fingers curved and his tongue continued on itโ€™s mindful pace.
โ€œstiles, youโ€™re making me feel so goodโ€, you whimper out. getting to your breaking point, your thighs begin to wrap around his head. taking that as a sign, he released both his tongue, and his fingers from your body. โ€œwhat the hell sti?โ€.
but before you could protest any further, he got up and removed his tight boxers. his long cock was just sitting in front of you โ€“ of course you felt tempted to put it in. โ€œwhat?โ€, he questioned.
your mouth stayed agape as stiles hovered upon your body, cock sitting at your entrance. โ€œwell if youโ€™re not going to say anything, then i guess my cock will just have to stay hereโ€, he spoke while slowly rubbing the tip between your folds.
hurriedly, you kept trying to grind, trying to push the head into your heat โ€” but no luck as stiles kept your hips pinned. โ€œi told you earlier, youโ€™re going to have to begโ€, but how could you beg when his sweaty hair was sticking to his forehead, and he kept giving you those seductive eyes.
his lips were glossy, specifically from your juices before. stiles noticed you looking at his lips, so he licked them dry. before you could even look at his fingers, he stuck them in his mouth, sucking all the remaining juices from them. โ€œmm โ€” tastes soโ€™fuckin goodโ€.
with you distracted, he slowly made his way inside you, bucking his hips into yours. whimpers came out of your mouth as he surely filled you up.
focusing solely on him got you off, and he never looked better. his eyes rolled back every thrust he made inside of you, with each passing moment his breathing became harder. it was like he couldnโ€™t make eye contact with you โ€” or you would need a plan b
stiles began to rub your clit, no fusses came from your mouth from that action of his. โ€œsti โ€” sti, please you feel so goodโ€, you moaned. in retaliation, you proceeded to pull him closer, forcing his body up to yours. that made your legs go up even higher, hitting a spot unimaginable to any person.
marks made down his back were shown as a force of passion, all scratch marks from you. it was almost like you two were so inaudible from the intense pleasure given to each-other. stiles forced himself to speak, โ€œhm? am i making you feel good, am i hitting all the right spots?โ€.
that cause a reaction in you, a force of you to finish. you were a moaning mess in his arms, tears forming from stimulation and cries were muffled by the sound of the loud music. just by your sounds, a chain reaction appeared, stiles orgasm hitting him just as hard.
his load shot into you, so far and so deep. panting, and makeup stains were all over your face, along with stiles groaning as well. stiles slid out of you, and fell onto the bed.
โ€œwhat the fuck just happened?โ€, you spoke in a whisper.
a silence echoed throughout the room, darkness became persistent, and both sets of eyes felt heavy.
โ€œblame it on the alcohol?โ€
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ghostgardn ยท 1 year ago
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synopsis: porn without plot guys idk. stiles stilinski x reader, very horny, established relationship ig. enjoy
a/n: I am FEEDING y'all today jesus christ. thank me later (>แด—โ€ข)
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โ€œKiss me again.โ€ You whisper. Stiles smiles brightly, pulling you onto his lap. Your knees and shins press into his mattress. Legs separated as you straddle him. Your arms drape across his shoulders, and your hands connect behind his neck. His hands settle on your waist.
Stiles pulls you impossibly close and his mouth meets yours once again. Your fingers thread through his soft black hair. His tongue dancing with yours, and every tug of his hair had him groaning into your mouth. You settle into his lap more grinding softly into him. Pulling back briefly he looks into your eyes.
โ€œIf you keep doing that Iโ€™m going to have to lock my door.โ€ Stiles mutters into your mouth. Giving you a quick peck.
โ€œThen lock your door,โ€ He raised a brow, which led you to start leaving wet kisses along his jaw. Which was enough convincing he needed. He nods quickly and lets you get up and move further onto his bed. A knock causes him to open the door and peek his head out. Stiles holds a quick conversation with his father before locking and shutting the door again.
โ€œHeโ€™s gonna be out for the rest of the night.โ€ Stiles said, approaching you on the bed and slotting himself between your legs. You smiled brightly and brought his lips to yours once again.
Stiles worked your shirt over your head, and pulled his own off. As he worked your bra off your hands grazed along his chest, pressing down against his stomach. Once he took it off his hands replaced their material. Holding them, two fingers rolled your nipple. Causing your back to arch.
Stilesโ€™ mouth latched onto the other, giving attention to both. He soon started sucking love-bites onto your boobs, blooming purple marks across the expanse of your chest. Stiles dragged his arms down your body, his fingers hooking on the waistband of your sweatpants. Pulling them down with the help of your lifted hips. Leaving you in just your plain white panties.
Stiles stands up and sheds his own pants and is left in his boxer briefs, a large bulge straining against his underwear. He pushed his hair back with his hand and settled on top of you again. He kissed your neck, sucking at your pulse point and making you moan.
Stiles wasted no more time, sliding your underwear down your legs and dropping them to the floor. He lying on his stomach and placing gentle kisses on your chest, working down to your thighs. Eventually lifting them up to rest on his shoulders.
Stiles placed gentle kisses to the inside of your thighs, his hot breath spread against your cunt. Eyes fluttering closed, you felt him kiss your clit. Dispersing soft kisses before upgrading to lapping at your cunt like a man starved. Stiles sucked your clit and teased your hole with his tongue. You felt his arm reach up towards your face, two fingers right in front of your mouth.
โ€œYโ€™wanna do me a favor?โ€ He asked, you nodded lightly and opened your mouth. Letting him stick his fingers inside. You swirled your tongue around him, and sucked before he pulled them back out again. Stiles then pushed one finger into you, curling it up and thrusting it in and out.
Soon enough a second finger was added. He curled it up just right so heโ€™d hit that sweet spot. That, paired with Stiles sucking your clit, caused your orgasm to rush in. You felt a thick wave of euphoria rush over your body, your legs shook around his head and a loud moan of his name echoed within his room.
Stiles worked you down from your high until you were able to look him in the eye. Your entire body felt on fire. He smirked knowingly, his face glistening with your cum. Stiles kissed you, your cum mixing with his saliva and yours. After a long and deep kiss he pulled back.
โ€œWanna take my dick, or dโ€™you wanna rest?โ€ Stiles asked seriously, his worry for your wellbeing never fading.
โ€œMmm-mmm. Want your cock Sti, please. Want your cock.โ€ You whined pulling him in for another kiss, to show him you were fine. He smiled against your lips and nodded. Standing up before sliding his underwear off. Your eyes widened at how large his cock was. You always seemed to forget how thick Stilesโ€™ 7 inch long dick is.
โ€œThink you can take it?โ€ Stiles asked, concern lacing his voice. You nodded very enthusiastically.
โ€œI can take it Sti, please let me try.โ€ You whimpered. โ€œCan I ride you?โ€ You asked, puppy eyes fixed onto his.
โ€œOf course you can ride me baby.โ€ Stiles responded, you very excitedly watched him move to lay on his back. A pillow supporting his lower back so he could look at you.
You took his semi-hard dick, that was laying on his soft tummy, and started pumping it. You spat into your hand and continued to rub him, thumb briefly swiping over the tip. Precum coating your finger. You watched as Stilesโ€™ cock became harder with each pump.
You reached over to his side drawer, pulling out a condom. You ripped the foil open and shrugged the condom over his cock. Stiles watched you lift yourself over him, teasing your folds with his tip. His hips bucked in impatience and you took that as a sign to sink yourself onto his dick.
You moaned the whole way down. Stiles filled the entirety of you, you sank until your thighs met his hips and your clit rubbed against the spot above his shaft. Your hands rested on his abdomen. Still trying to adjust to his girth. Stiles watched you slowly start rising and falling. Rocking your hips back and forth. He started snapping his hips up to meet yours.
You leaned back and used his legs as stability, rolling your hips and bringing yourself up and down. Stiles filled every part of you, his long cock kissing your hilt every time. And with every roll of your hips his thick dick greeted your sweet spot with ease.
Stilesโ€™ moans and groans filled your ears. His hands gripped your hips tightly. Holding you up and pulling you down. His dull fingernails dug into you, hands hot and heavy against your skin. You felt your orgasm approaching, speeding up and bouncing quickly you tried to bring it closer.
โ€œIโ€™m gonna cum Sti,โ€ You whined, pushing yourself up and down harder and harder. Legs shaking with the pressure of staying upright.
โ€œCum for me babe.โ€ Stiles says, voice hoarse. You let yourself going quickly losing your pace and squeezing him like a vice. He wouldโ€™ve doubled over in pleasure if he wasnโ€™t already lying down. He thrusted very briefly before coming himself. You lied on top of him, sweaty and still a little shaky.
Stiles pressed a brief kiss to your forehead, lying his head against yours. Soon enough he stopped relishing in your post-sex glow and grabbed a soft washcloth to clean you and him both up. Stiles pushed you into the bathroom to pee while he got you some pajamas ready.
After you finished he presented one of his oversized graphic-tees, and your underwear. You took them gratefully and put each on. Hugging Stiles soon after, he smelled like sweet cologne, fresh laundry, and home. He settled down into his bed and offered you the spot next to him. You cuddled up under his arm and smiled up at him.
โ€œLove you Stiles.โ€ You hummed, nuzzling into his neck.
โ€œI love you too baby.โ€
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bouncybongfairy ยท 1 year ago
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All Around Me
Void Stiles x Fem Reader
Summary: After having a bit too much fun at a friend's birthday party, you go home and wind down with a bath and a Teen Wolf marathon. You start reading a steamy fanfic about Void Stiles, which causes you to have an acid-induced trip about hooking up with him.
Word Count: 2.5k+
(!This is a smut fanfic, proceed with caution!)
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It took you a couple of times to put the key in the door but you got there eventually. You were coming home from your friendโ€™s birthday. It was almost 3am and you were cross-faded, starving and your heels were killing your feet. After dropping your purse on the kitchen island you started drunkenly wrestling the heels off your feet. The fridge was your next stop, pulling out leftover whatever and sticking it in the microwave. As you waited you pulled your food out of the microwave and headed to your bedroom. It was kind of nice having the entire house to yourself. Your parents were gone, visiting your aunt whoโ€™d just given birth. You sat on your motherโ€™s bed and started shoving the leftovers into your mouth. The nightstand starts vibrating, prompting you to check your phone.ย 
Heyy, glad ur home safe <3 just reminding u we dropped acid like 30 mins before u ubered home just be careful! (we should have listened to Ashley when she said no more lmao)
You completely forgot about that, at first it made your heart drop but then you realized you would probably be asleep before the effects really kicked in. Your parentโ€™s room was so luxurious and you always looked forward to stealing it when they left. The buzz from being drunk was still there but wasnโ€™t as intense as before. You ran the warm water and started filling the bathtub, it was huge and made you feel so fancy. Bring your hand above the bath, you feel the steam coming off the water. The feeling of washing the makeup off your face was euphoric. It was like the hot water was loosening all your joints and muscles. You kept one of your hands dry to be able to hit your pen and change the music coming from the speaker. After enjoying the bath for a while, you got out and wrapped a towel around yourself. Out of nowhere, your heart starts racing. At first you thought it was from being in the steamy bathroom. You fought through it and did your nightly routine. By the time you made it to your room, you were rolling. You turned on Teen Wolf as background noise, the silence was starting to feel too heavy on your ears. You changed into a big tshirt but didnโ€™t have much mental focus for anything else.ย 
You looked at the T.V and watched Void Stiles take the screen. You began to cry thinking about how sad this part of the plot was. The tears were flooding and you were feeling high off emotion. You pulled out your phone and started to read Void Stiles fanfics. The combination of hearing him through the TV and reading about him was making you feel a combination of scared and excitement. You werenโ€™t really sure if you fell asleep or dissociated but you scared yourself awake. Your eyes immediately flew to what looked like a figure standing in the doorway. It scared the shit out of you, making you jolt and sit up. Your chest was rising and falling at an alarming rate. Its head tilted to the side in an ominous way. Part of you thought you were still drunk and high and that you were hallucinating this appreciation. You threw one of the pillows at it and when the figure turned his head to look at where it landed you gasped and began crying.ย 
โ€œWhy are you acting scared?โ€ the man's voice asked. Your hand flew over your mouth and you brought your knees to your chest.ย 
He began walking closer, slowly yet confidently. When he stepped closer, he stopped where the moonlight was coming in from the window. It was Void Stile, part of you felt relief because you figured this had to be a dream. Another part of you was even more freaked out because what the fuck is happening. His skin was pale and had dark red bags underneath his eyes. His hair was disheveled, sticking up and out in several ways. Wearing all black which made him look so much more intimidating. He was walking closer but still had his head tilted to the side. At this point, he was sitting at the foot of the bed, staring you down.ย 
โ€œI asked why are you acting so scared?โ€ he asked again.ย 
โ€œBecause youโ€™re scaring me,โ€ you choked out, barely having the ability to form words. It was like your entire body was submerged in ice water, paralyzing you and taking your breath away.ย 
โ€œOh no, I know you donโ€™t believe that. You were just reading about me. Imagining me doing unspeakable things to you. So again, why are you scared?โ€ he asked again but in a rhetorical way. He stood up so fast that you flinched, he walked over to your desk and picked up the framed picture of your boyfriend.ย 
โ€œIs this your little boyfriend?โ€ he asked while full-on laughing, you could reply verbally and instead shook your head yes.ย 
โ€œWhy are you with him if heโ€™s not satisfying you?โ€ he asked.ย 
โ€œHe can sat-โ€ you were interrupted by Void grabbing you by the jaw, not painfully but forcefully.ย 
โ€œWhy do you keep lying?โ€ he growled.ย 
โ€œH-how would you know if..โ€ you couldnโ€™t even finish your sentence because you were full-on sobbing.ย 
โ€œDo you know what the four things the human brain naturally craves?โ€ he asked. As you shook your head no, he brought his hands up and wiped the tears off your face with his thumb, then licked the tear off his finger.
โ€œFood, water, sleep and sex. Somewhere in the deepest part of your mind, youโ€™re craving sexual gratification that the little boys in your life clearly canโ€™t give you. I mean, why else would you have manifested me? Searched for the most ravid and lascivious versions of me on the internet to gratify your needs? Theyโ€™re scared to cross a line but thatโ€™s whatโ€™s different about them to me. I canโ€™t be satisfied until Iโ€™ve crossed it,โ€ he was now standing again, towering over you. He was so close that his torso almost touched your nose. You squinted your eyes and turn away without moving your body.
Your ears were burning and you were starting to feel faint. Part of you felt like you couldnโ€™t hear everything he was saying because your heart was pounding so loudly in your ears. He walked over to your dresser, opened the second drawer and grabbed the unopened bottle of Everclear that you were saving for a party coming up. He then walked over to your purse and pulled out a joint, without missing a beat he then walked over to a pair of jeans on the ground and pulled out a lighter. The fact that he knew exactly where everything was truly shook you to your core. You were becoming paranoid, convinced that he could hear your thoughts. He came back on the bed and lit the joint, blowing the smoke right in your face.ย 
โ€œYou need to relax, take a drag,โ€ he said, extending his arm and offering the joint. You tried to speak, even though you werenโ€™t quite sure what to say. It was like your mouth physically couldnโ€™t let the words out. He angrily ripped the blanket off your body and threw it across the room with such force it made a thump sound when hitting the wall.ย 
โ€œDo you really want me to forcibly blow the smoke into your mouth? I wouldnโ€™t be surprised but you can just ask,โ€ he said mocking yet angrily. When you reached out to grab it your arms and hands were shaking so badly that you were struggling to get a hold of it.ย 
โ€œYou know..โ€ he started as he sat down and brought the joint to your lips because your hands were too shaky to do so for yourself, โ€œyour fear is different than other people, thereโ€™s a purity to it, almost like an innocence. So much so thatย  I can almost taste its sweetness on my tongue. The havoc and panic that is radiating off your body because part of you knows that Iโ€™ll have you but is so confused and scared by my presence,โ€ he said, taking a swig out of the bottle.
He wedged himself between your back and the headboard of the bed. His legs were long, when they were bent his knees were significantly higher than yours. At this point you felt completely drained, still scared but it was like the adrenaline high was coming down a bit. You pulled at one of the strings on the ripped part of his jeans and took the joint from his hand. At this point, you were high enough to convince yourself this was some weird dream because you fell asleep crossfaded. You looked up at the T.V and saw void Stiles, in the scene when he stabbed Scott. You looked back so that you could face him, almost like you were checking if he was still there. His eyes were black, similar to how they looked on stuffed animals. The bags under his eyes were so red that they looked like they might hurt when touched. He was just staring at you, smirking with his head tilted. You leaned back and melded your back to his front, as you did this he slid his hands up your bare thighs. His lips were now pressed against the back of your ear, your pulse quickened when you felt his steady breathing against your skin. The hands on his skin were rough from biting at his nail beds. His breath was slow and steady, you tried to match his pace with his but couldnโ€™t slow your heart rate down. He moved his hands to your arms, running his fingertips from your shoulders to your hands. That was when you realized youโ€™d been subconsciously gripping the towel that you fell asleep in. Unexpectedly he grabbed your wrists and ripped them away from your body causing your towel to fall. At first, you tried to fight against his grip but then realized you didnโ€™t really want to. You moved your hands up slowly until they were at the sides of his head. Running your fingers through his hair gently and cautiously. He let go of your wrists and moved his hands to the sides of your hips. He pulled you against him causing your bare ass to rub against his erection under his jeans. He pressed his lips against your shoulder and let out a groan. He swiftly slides out from behind you and props himself up with his shoulders on top of you. Now on your back, you used your feet trying to push his jeans off. He dropped his head a bit on your shoulder so hard it took your breath away. You gasped and squirmed in pain and in reaction Void pressed his hips into you, keeping you from squirming away.ย 
โ€œHow are you ever gonna explain this to whatever the fuck this C stands for,โ€ he said referring to the necklace you had around your neck. He tightens the grip on it and rips it off your neck, crushing it and letting the mangled piece of metal fall to the ground. This caused a change in the atmosphere, it was like the snap of the chain symbolized the breaking of your self-control. He sat up and pulled his pants and boxers down, they were barely past his thighs when you grabbed him by the shirt and dragged him to you. Connecting your lips for the first time, the kiss was more rough than sloppy. His shaft was now pressed against your clit, moving his hips back and forth against you as the kiss deepened. You moaned into his mouth and rocked your hips up to meet his bucks. He moves his elbows so that they are right next to your ears. His fingers running through your hair and gripping onto the strands tightly. He pulled his hips back and thrust himself into you, he moaned and dropped his forehead onto your shoulder. He kept himself still while you fully engulfed him in your heat. Continuously tightening and loosening the grip he had on the fists full of your hair. You were in pure pleasure, purposely tightening and loosening your walls, admiring the feeling of fullness. You knew he was into it because his head was still buried in your shoulder. His mouth open and his bottom lip pressed against your skin as he groaned and growled, a bit of saliva dripping onto your chest. Becoming impatient, you start trusting your hips upward. He jerks his head up so that youโ€™re looking at each other face to face.ย 
โ€œYour eyes are so glossed over, enjoying yourself I see,โ€ he growled as he began rocking his hips back and forth.ย 
โ€œHoly fucking shit,โ€ you moaned out going to tilt your head back but being stopped by the grip he had on your hair.ย 
โ€œOh no, I wanna see your face. I like watching the raw reactions you have to me,โ€ he snarled as he sped up. Your core felt like it was on fire, burning in a way youโ€™d never felt before. You raked your fingernails down his back, digging in as hard as you can. Instead of wincing like most guys did, he moaned while smirking slightly. He was pounding into you so hard that his hip bones were starting to pierce you with every thrust. The burning feeling inside your stomach was building to a level, your blood felt like fire in the best possible way as you began to cum.ย 
โ€œYou have no idea how fucking good it feels to have you spasming around my cock,โ€ he said swiving his hips in circles as he pressed himself as deep as he could into you,ย 
โ€œFuck I canโ€™t get any closer,โ€ he said while bucking and cumming into you. He was grunting and moaning to your neck, catching his breath for a second or two before continuing. As he started his thrusts up again you started to feel how sensitive you were. After you both had orgasmed there was a slickness that allowed Void to move faster and deeper into you. He took one of your nipples into his mouth and circled his tongue around the peak before biting down.ย 
โ€œVoid Iโ€™m- it feels so ahh- sensitive,โ€ you said, running your fingers through his hair and bringing him closer but he pulled away so that he was sitting up on his knees. You moaned as he pulled his length out and started massaging your clit with his tip.ย 
โ€œShould I stop? I mean if youโ€™re too sensitive then maybe I shouldnโ€™t make you cum again. Maybe feeling my cock pulse inside you while your wall spasm around me will be too much for you,โ€ he said repeatedly sticking his tip in and out of your slit. You reacted by wrapping your legs around his waist and trying to bring him closer to you which made him chuckle.ย 
โ€œYeah thatโ€™s what I fucking thought,โ€ he said dropping back on top of you and started furiously pounding away at you. You were yelping from pleasure after every thrust, pulling on his hair tightly. You were biting down on your lip so hard that you began to taste blood. When Void noticed, he grabbed you by the jaw and kissed you deeply while maintaining the same pace. Groaning and grunting into your mouth, you could tell he was getting close because his thrusts were becoming more sporadic and sloppy. You could no longer hold your second orgasm back and arched your back while practically screaming. Seeing you in complete ecstasy and submission caused Void to cum, the look in his eyes was feral and completely mesmerized you. It made you feel powerful to see him so tired and drained because of you. He pulled out and laid next to you, propping his head up with his elbow. A couple tears ran down your face simply because of how overstimulating the second orgasm was. He used his finger to wipe away the tears and gave you a kiss on each eyelid.ย 
โ€œI donโ€™t want you to leave,โ€ you whispered, already half asleep.
โ€œRest now,โ€ and as quickly as he said it, your eyes shot open to your fully lit bedroom. The room looked completely undisturbed which caused you to shoot up. You ran over to your dresser and started throwing the underwear everywhere. When you pulled out the still-sealed bottle of Everclear, you knew it must have been a dream. You sat on your bed and took a minute to think about how real and vivid the entire ordeal felt. After grabbing your pen from your purse, you plop down on your bed to check your socials. As you bring the pen to your lips, it drops out of your hand. You sigh in frustration and go to grab the pen from the ground without looking but end up feeling some type of necklace against your fingertips. When you take a better look at it and realize itโ€™s the crushed necklace from last night.
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tomsparkyr ยท 6 days ago
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*โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ: *โœง๏ฝฅ๏พŸ
summary: when coach tells people the room requirements and the 'no sexual perversions perpetrated' rule by the so-called 'little deviants', it only makes the couple want to break that rule even more.
stiles stilinski x fem!reader (no smut sorry babies)
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You were nestled into your boyfriend's neck, the soft flannel material brushing against your cheek and the scent you knew all too well, all of the senses could have made your eyes flutter back closed. You felt a small nudge on your shoulder, groaning and shrugging off the contact, you decided to ignore Stilesโ€™ silent request for you to lift your head up.
It wasnโ€™t until you felt his warm touch brush the hair that had fallen in front of your face away and the palm of his hand stroke your cheekbone, you pulled away from his contact and looked up at him.
His brown eyes looked into your own and he smiled softly at you. He couldnโ€™t help but think you were the most beautiful person heโ€™s ever laid his eyes on. He couldnโ€™t believe he was going out with someone like you. You were beautiful in and out, hence his gut-wrenching crush heโ€™s had on you since the 3rd grade. After long years of pining and certain dreams, he couldnโ€™t thank the supernatural world for existing more as he finally got a chance with you; and boy, did he take it.
At the beginning of your relationship, Scott thought Stiles was joking when he said he kissed you, and you actually kissed him back. He just laughed, patted him on the shoulder and moved on with the subject.
โ€œNo, Scott! Iโ€™m not kidding.โ€ Stiles said, almost offended. But then he sobered his thoughts and kind of understood Scott because it had taken him 3 hours after your kiss to finally process that he had grown the balls to do that, and apparently you liked it too.
Scott paused momentarily, โ€œNeither am I Stiles, we need to focus on--โ€ Stiles sighed dramatically and flailed his arms around in desperation. Scott paused mid-sentence, tilted his head and waited for his best friend to continue.
โ€œScott, I kissed her. Like, I actually kissed her!โ€ Stiles smiled widely. Scott remained unconvinced, blinking slowly and scrunched his brows. โ€œYou know, when you put your lips on someone else's--โ€
โ€œYes, Stiles! I know what kissing is!โ€ The werewolf exasperated, he shook his head. โ€œI just donโ€™t believe it was with her. Y/N? Head cheerleader, popular, smart, way out of your league Y/N?โ€
โ€œYou better believe it, Scotty.โ€ Stiles patted his hand rhythmically on Scottโ€™s back as he began to walk away, intending to walk to his beautiful girlfriend's house.ย 
Scott grabbed onto Stilesโ€™ flannel and yanked him back for more details, โ€œYou mean โ€˜Iโ€™ve had a crush on her since 3rd grade, I wish she would look my way and we would get married and have kidsโ€™ Y/N?โ€ Scott grew a proud smile the more he said, knowing how down bad his best friend was for this girl.
Stiles nodded frantically and adjusted his flannel, โ€œAnd she actually kissed you back?โ€ Scott questioned. โ€œScott, I think 3rd grade me died a little bit when she held my hand, let alone kiss me back.โ€ Stiles jokes.
The two boys looked at each other before high fiving and doing their โ€˜bro-hugโ€™. Scott congratulated the boy, not hiding his pure excitement for his friend; borderline jumping for joy. The boys gushed over the new relationship for a few more minutes before Stiles snapped out of it and ran out the room, shouting behind him saying he had to get back to his girlfriend who was waiting for him. Scott doing a subtle fist pump as Stiles turned his back.
โ€œWake up, baby,โ€ He whispered, not wanting to disturb you too much as you wiped the grogginess and sleep off your face. You looked at your surroundings, โ€œWe here?โ€
Stiles looked out the window of the bus, eye twitching at the surroundings. โ€œNot quiteโ€ฆโ€ย 
The motel looked uncomfortable, old and just overall, definitely violating hundreds of safety codes. The poor attempt at the neon lights brightened up the place in the darkness outside, but did little to make the atmosphere any more homely. But he knew it would be fine for one night, as long as you were by his side the entire night.
Everyone began piling out of the bus, a couple of your friends passing you and giving you two a wink as they noticed the state you and your boyfriend were in; cuddled up close, hands intertwined and Stiles admiring you as if you had hung the stars in the sky. Even in this messed up supernatural world, Stiles found beauty in the horror; and that was you.
Stiles helped you off the bus, his hands never leaving you. He slung an arm around your waist as you stepped onto the concrete and became aware of your surroundings.ย 
It was clear you had the same initial thoughts as Stiles as he read your body language. He rubbed his thumb on the skin between your top and the jeans that hugged your figure, leaning in and kissing the top of your forehead.
As you walked towards your friends and addressed Lydiaโ€™s discomfort at the Motel, Stiles had sneaked behind you and hugged you from behind. He rested his head on top of yours and you leaned back into his chest; his arms were locked around your front and you rested your hands on top of his, sighing into the contact.
It felt like you were in a dream, you never wanted to leave this comfortability with Stiles, he was the best boyfriend you could ever ask for.
The Coachโ€™s whistle broke you out of your bliss, snapping your attention to him as he turned away from the Motel and faced the angsty teenagers.ย 
โ€œListen up. The meetโ€™s been pushed till tomorrow.โ€ You groaned quietly and nestled backwards into Stilesโ€™ chest, he smiled at you. โ€œThis is the closest Motel with the most vacancies and least amount of good judgement when it comes to accepting a bunch of degenerates such as yourselves.โ€
You would protest Coachโ€™s point, but he was completely correct, actually. Who the hell would want 20 odd, hormonal teenagers who definitely have questionable things packed in their bags to stay in your Motel?
โ€œNow, youโ€™ll be pairing up. Choose wisely.โ€
You and Stiles look at each other, untangling yourself from his hold and intertwining your hands. You pulled him over to the Coach, not seeing Scott raise his brows at Stilesโ€™ smirking face at the idea of spending a night with you in your own room, no parental interruptions, no supernatural; just a boyfriend and girlfriend in each other's company.
Coach noticed the two of you approaching like a couple on their honeymoon and felt the need to clarify something.
โ€œAnd Iโ€™ll have no sexual perversions perpetrated by you little deviants, got that? Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!โ€ He shouted, looking directly at you. โ€œEspecially you, Stilinski and Y/L/N!โ€
You two dropped your hands expectantly, reluctantly taking a key for different rooms. The boy sighed at you and leaned in to kiss you before you departed over to Lydia and Alisson.
The sound of the Coachโ€™s whistle made you two jump apart before your lips touched. โ€œWhat did I just say!โ€ Stiles went to protest, โ€œI donโ€™t wanna hear it! Get out of here!โ€ย 
Stiles groaned and turned away to room with Scott, you loitered back for a moment, just in time to hear the Coach say, โ€œHow he managed to get you to go out with himโ€ฆ Iโ€™ll never know.โ€ You chuckled to yourself and roomed with your friends.
It had been an hour since you got to your room and settled in, kicking back and chatting to the girls for a while until they decided to shower and get themselves ready for bed. You had begun to set up until you got a message from Stiles.
Stiles: come to my room please i miss you
You smiled at his message, missing him too. And typed out a response.
You: i canโ€™t the girls will see iโ€™ve gone somewhere :((((
Stiles: youโ€™ll be back before theyโ€™ve noticed youโ€™re gone i promise
Stiles: baby?
Stiles was typing out more questions, and thinking of other ways to convince you to come over as Scott had left the room to explore the Motel more.
He was confused by your silence until he heard a knock at the door. He stood up, expecting it to be Scott but was braced by your beautiful face as he swung the door open.
He smiled, looking you up and down before tugging you into the room. He kicked the door behind him as he twisted your bodies so your back was facing the room.ย 
Your arms wrapped around his shoulders and you messed with the hair at the nape of his neck, drinking in his appearance and licking your lips. โ€œI missed you, baby.โ€ He groaned in the sexiest voice you think youโ€™ve ever heard in your entire life. โ€œI missed you, too.โ€ You chuckled before connecting your lips.
He leaned into your body as his lips pressed into yours, subtly sneaking his tongue into your mouth. His hands snuck around to your back and held your body against his own, feeling every crevice and worshipping them. His hands explored your back, itching closer as he murmured for you to jump into him.
You obliged and wrapped your legs around his waist, he caught you by planting his hands on your ass. He smiled into his kiss and found himself growing more desperate for you as each second passed.
Your hands tangled in his hair and tugged at it as he walked the pair of you to the rickety bed situated in the middle of the room. He gently placed you on the bed and leaned on top of you, finding himself comfortable in between your legs.
The kiss grew more erratic as it went on, hotter and hands wandering. Stiles slipped his hands underneath your top and began to lift it over your head.ย 
You stopped him suddenly and he pulled back, his face coated in your lipgloss and his hair a mess; God, he looked good.ย 
โ€œWhat? Did I do something wrong?โ€ He panicked. You smiled and placed your hands on his face. โ€œNo, baby. Just donโ€™t want Scott to walk in on us.โ€ You confessed.
Stiles shook his head, โ€œHe wonโ€™t be back for agesโ€ฆโ€ He whispered and leaned back in to kiss your neck, sucking at your sweet spots that made your back arch. You sighed as his tongue worked wonders.
Stiles noticed you werenโ€™t fully convinced and jumped off the bed, leaving you stranded. You were confused momentarily until he snatched something out of the bedside drawer, and opened the room door, hooking it on the handle and turning back to you.
โ€œJust to be sure.โ€ He winked and situated himself back between your legs and lifted your shirt over your head this time.
The room became hotter with each second, steam practically coating the walls; as the room door held up a โ€˜Do Not Disturbโ€™ sign with pride.
Your stay with Stiles was much more prolonged than you had intended, your clothes now back on your body a little misshapen but the thought that was there.ย 
You skipped back to your Motel room and quietly pushed open the door at this late hour, knowing Lydia and Alisson were probably curled up in bed at this time.ย 
Kicking off your shoes, you snuck into the room and breathed a sigh of relief that the girls hadnโ€™t had their suspicions about your disappearance, obviously feeling content enough to go to sleep with no nerves.
You turned on the bedside lamp to see where you were going and jumped at the sight of Lydia and Alisson wide awake and leaning on the headboard of their shared bed, staring right at you with raised eyebrows and a subtle smirk.
Alisson tilted her head, โ€œSo, where were you?โ€ She questioned.
You stuttered for a moment, trying to come up with a convincing lie. โ€œI was justโ€ฆ at the vending machine. Stupid things sucked up my money.โ€ You fake chuckled.
Lydia hummed, โ€œYeah, it took you 3 hoursโ€ฆโ€ You could practically feel a bead of sweat dripping down your forehead, โ€œYeah, I had a lot of trouble with itโ€ฆ Anyway, Iโ€™m heading to bed-โ€
โ€œI didnโ€™t know vending machines give you hickeys.โ€ Alisson said, making you freeze and pale.
You opened your mouth but no words came out, โ€œAnd it has nothing to do with the fact that Scott tried to get back to his room but the sound of moaning probably stopped him from going into the hot box.โ€ Lydia smirked.
You quite literally had no words, โ€œShit.โ€ You murmured.
Alisson giggled at you, "You realise Coach is gonna kill you two, especially Stiles." You groaned loudly.
The two girls chuckled at you and invited you into their huddle, only insisting you showered first. You laughed along with them and jumped into them, โ€œAt least someone had fun on this God awful trip.โ€ Lydia smiled at you before you whacked her with the pillow you were previously leaning on.
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connieisthesun ยท 3 months ago
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Chemistry and Cadavers - Conrad fisher x reader
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Chapter Summary - You, a bright-eyed sophomore college student majoring in biology stumble upon Conrad fisher, an attractive yet forgetful student who happens to forget his pen on his first day of class...
Warnings - Fluff, teasing, super cute tbh haha
*Authors note* - So I've decided to start a new series due to the nonexistent amount of new tsitp fic's here lmao, if you enjoy a like a repost would be appreciated. Let me know if you have any feedback to improve my writing. Enjoy loves!
Chapter 1: Chemistry and Cadavers
The crisp autumn air on the college campus was invigorating, bringing with it the promise of a new academic year filled with possibilities. The campus was alive with the sounds of students hurrying to their classes, the rustling of leaves in the trees, and the distant hum of chatter from the quad. Among the new faces and returning students was Y/N, a bright and ambitious sophomore majoring in biology.
Y/N had always been passionate about the sciences, and this year, she was especially excited about her anatomy and physiology class. Little did she know that her enthusiasm for the subject would lead to a series of events that would change her college experience in ways she hadnโ€™t anticipated.
As she walked into the lecture hall, she noticed the familiar faces of her classmates and scanned the room for an available seat. She spotted a spot in the middle of the room and made her way over, settling into her chair just as the professor walked in.
โ€œGood morning, everyone,โ€ the professor greeted, his voice carrying a tone of authority and excitement. โ€œToday, weโ€™re diving into the intricacies of human anatomy, and I have a feeling this semester is going to be an exciting journey.โ€
Y/N smiled to herself, her excitement bubbling over as the professor began the lecture. She took out her notebook, ready to absorb every detail of the dayโ€™s lesson. As the lecture progressed, she couldnโ€™t help but notice the student sitting a few rows ahead of her, who seemed to be struggling with his notes and the lecture material. He had tousled brown hair, a laid-back demeanor, and an occasional frustrated glance at his notes.
When the lecture ended, Y/N gathered her things and headed out of the lecture hall, intending to grab a coffee before her next class. As she walked through the bustling hallway, she was approached by a friendly voice.
โ€œHey, Y/N, wait up!โ€
She turned to see her friend Lila catching up with her. โ€œHey, Lila! Whatโ€™s up?โ€
โ€œI heard you were in the anatomy lecture this morning. How was it?โ€ Lila asked, a teasing smile on her face.
โ€œIt was great,โ€ Y/N replied. โ€œIโ€™m really looking forward to this semester. Anatomy is such a fascinating subject.โ€
Lilaโ€™s eyes sparkled with mischief. โ€œYou know, I think you might have a classmate whoโ€™s also taking that course. Heโ€™s known for being a bit of a mess, especially when it comes to anatomy. His name is Conrad Fisher.โ€
Y/N raised an eyebrow, intrigued. โ€œConrad Fisher? I think I saw him in class today. He seemed to be having a hard time keeping up.โ€
Lila laughed. โ€œThatโ€™s the one. Heโ€™s actually a really nice guy, but heโ€™s notorious for needing a little extra help with his studies. If you see him around, you might want to keep an eye out. Heโ€™s always borrowing pens or asking for assistance.โ€
Y/N chuckled. โ€œNoted. Iโ€™ll keep that in mind.โ€
Later that week, Y/N found herself in the anatomy lab for the first time. The lab was a place of intense focus and concentration, with rows of cadaver tables and an array of dissection tools neatly arranged. The room was filled with the quiet murmur of students working together, and the scent of formaldehyde lingered in the air.
Y/N set up her station and began to review the lab manual when she heard a voice nearby.
โ€œHey, do you have a spare pen?โ€ the voice asked.
Y/N looked up to see Conrad Fisher standing beside her table, his expression a mix of embarrassment and frustration. He held up a pen cap, indicating that he had lost the actual pen.
โ€œSure, here you go,โ€ Y/N said, handing him a pen with a smile.
โ€œThanks,โ€ Conrad said, taking the pen and looking visibly relieved. โ€œI seem to have misplaced mine again. I swear, itโ€™s like they disappear into thin air.โ€
Y/N laughed softly. โ€œIt happens. Youโ€™ll get used to the lab environment eventually.โ€
Conrad smiled gratefully. โ€œI hope so. Iโ€™m Conrad, by the way. I think weโ€™re going to be lab partners for this course.โ€
โ€œY/N,โ€ she said, extending her hand. โ€œNice to meet you.โ€
As they worked side by side, Y/N found that Conradโ€™s easygoing nature and good humor made the long hours in the lab more enjoyable. They talked about their classes, shared stories, and found themselves falling into a comfortable rhythm of collaboration. Despite the occasional moments of distraction and light-hearted teasing, they made a great team.
Over the next few weeks, their interactions continued to be marked by playful banter and occasional flirtation. Conrad would often ask Y/N for help with his dissections, and she would gladly oblige, offering guidance and tips with a teasing edge.
One day, as they were working on a particularly challenging dissection, Conrad looked up from his work with a grin. โ€œSo, Y/N, do you have any other hidden talents besides being a dissecting wizard?โ€
Y/N raised an eyebrow, her lips curving into a mischievous smile. โ€œWell, I can bake a mean batch of cookies, if that counts.โ€
Conradโ€™s eyes lit up with interest. โ€œCookies? Now youโ€™re speaking my language. Maybe Iโ€™ll have to take you up on that offer sometime.โ€
โ€œOnly if you promise not to lose any more pens,โ€ Y/N replied playfully.
Conrad laughed, shaking his head. โ€œDeal. Iโ€™ll do my best to keep track of my writing instruments from now on.โ€
Their banter became a regular feature of their interactions, and the chemistry between them was evident to everyone around them. Despite their undeniable connection, they both maintained a faรงade of casual friendship, much to the amusement of their friends.
One afternoon, after a particularly grueling lab session, Conrad and Y/N found themselves sitting on a bench outside the science building, taking a well-deserved break.
โ€œI think that was the most challenging dissection weโ€™ve had yet,โ€ Conrad said, stretching his arms. โ€œIโ€™m glad we made it through.โ€
Y/N nodded in agreement, her eyes twinkling with amusement. โ€œI have to say, your technique is improving. Youโ€™re almost as good as me now.โ€
Conrad raised an eyebrow. โ€œAlmost? Iโ€™ll take that as a compliment.โ€
As they chatted, a group of their friends approached, and one of them, Sarah, gave them a knowing smile. โ€œYou two seem to be getting along quite well.โ€
Y/N and Conrad exchanged a glance, both of them trying to suppress their smiles. โ€œWeโ€™re just lab partners,โ€ Y/N said casually.
โ€œSure, just lab partners,โ€ Sarah said with a teasing grin. โ€œBut everyone can see the chemistry between you two.โ€
Conrad blushed slightly, and Y/N couldnโ€™t help but laugh. โ€œWeโ€™re just friends, honestly.โ€
Sarah and the others laughed and continued on their way, leaving Y/N and Conrad to their conversation.
โ€œYou know,โ€ Conrad said, his tone playful, โ€œitโ€™s funny how everyone is always trying to push us together.โ€
Y/N shrugged, trying to hide her own smile. โ€œItโ€™s probably just because we spend so much time together. Itโ€™s hard not to notice the dynamic.โ€
Conradโ€™s eyes sparkled with mischief. โ€œWell, if theyโ€™re right, maybe we should just embrace the idea.โ€
Y/N gave him a playful nudge. โ€œOh, really? And what would that look like?โ€
Conrad leaned in closer, his voice dropping to a mock-serious tone. โ€œIt would probably involve a lot more teasing, a few more flirtatious comments, and maybe even some impromptu study dates.โ€
Y/N laughed, shaking her head. โ€œSounds like a lot of work. I think weโ€™re doing just fine as friends.โ€
โ€œAgreed,โ€ Conrad said, his smile warm and genuine. โ€œBut itโ€™s fun to think about.โ€
As the weeks passed, Y/N and Conradโ€™s playful flirtation continued, with their friends often teasing them about their obvious chemistry. Despite their mutual attraction and the flirtatious banter, they remained steadfast in their commitment to being just friends.
Their interactions were filled with laughter and light-hearted teasing, creating a dynamic that was both enjoyable and endearing. Whether it was borrowing pens, helping with dissections, or sharing jokes, their connection grew stronger with each passing day.
As the semester progressed, Y/N and Conrad found themselves increasingly drawn to each other, their friendship evolving into something deeper and more meaningful. Despite their best efforts to deny their feelings, the chemistry between them was undeniable, and their playful banter only served to highlight the growing connection they shared.
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It's the worst day you've had in a while.
Each of your classes dragged entirely too long, leaving you glancing at the clock only to find mere minutes had passed since the last time you'd checked.
Then, on the way to the courtyard where you planned to sit in the sun and relax, you'd dropped your lunch. The contents of your takeout container had created a truly heartbreaking splatter across the pavement, and then you hadn't even had enough cash left on you to buy anything else, so you'd had to settle for munching on the bruised apple at the bottom of your bookbag.
And, after an already exhausting morning had tested the strength of your sanity, you had your scheduled office hours in the afternoon. Said meeting was with one of your least favorite professors to discuss an upcoming term paper, and the hour spent in his stuffy office had proved to be grueling and overall unhelpful, which only resulted in you biking home from campus sporting a decidedly bad mood to pair with your rumbling stomach and the beginnings of a stress headache.
When you finally collapse face-first onto your bed a few hours later and release a little scream into your pillow, the sound of it is muffled into no more than a quiet cry. Through the smothering cotton, you fight to pull in a steadying breath, if only so that you might have enough air in your lungs to scream in frustration again.
The sky outside is dark, crickets creating a loud symphony in the distance, and the breeze coming in through your window brings goosebumps along the backs of your thighs where the baggy tshirt you've chosen for pajamas has rucked up to settle in the curve of your spine. The cool air meets your flushed skin like a blanket of ice, your body still warm from a shower in which you'd spent a little longer than usual beneath a cloud of steam and hot water in a failed attempt at releasing some of the lingering tension from the day โ€” But even an extra few minutes breathing in the aromatics of your body wash clinging to the steam-thickened air wasn't enough to settle you. The irritating buzz of the stress still made itself known underneath your skin, the itch of it making your body feel just a little too tight for all of the frustration building up inside.
You can't even find it in you to flinch at the sound of something scrabbling at your bedroom windowsill, nor do you lift your head at the small crash and thump that follow a few seconds later. There's a small rustling of fabric and limbs, shoes thumping against the baseboard as they're kicked off, what you assume is the sound of your backpack being placed back where you'd thrown it on the cushioned bench beneath the window when you'd first gotten home.
There's a moment of silence as Stiles drinks in the sight of you. Hungry eyes rake across every inch of your exposed skin, trailing the length of your legs up to where they meet the supple curve of your ass, and with the way your shirt has bunched up underneath your belly, the soft skin of your backside is hidden from him only by your underwear. He spares a second to admire how the pretty fabric clings to your flesh, the cut high and revealing on the cheeks of your ass.
It takes a few slow seconds for him to reorient his thoughts to something slightly less salacious, but after an audible breath, he manages.
โ€œAre you..? Hey.. 're you sleeping?โ€ Stiles' voice comes out a little incredulous but still hushed, as if he's actually worried about waking you in case you truly had somehow slept through the cacophony of noise he'd caused when he climbed in through the window.
You only give a pitiful whine into your pillow in response, feet kicking a little petulantly as you finally roll to face him to reveal the lack of sleep in your eyes, โ€œScott isn't home,โ€ You tell him weakly, voice still a little smothered by your pillow, โ€œYou coulda jus' come in through the front door.โ€
Stiles is at the edge of the bed already, kneeling on the mattress and making to join you now that he knows you aren't asleep. He looks deliciously soft, gray sweats hanging low on his hips, his sweatshirt already stripped away in a heap on your bedroom floor to leave him in a cozy-looking tshirt, the fabric of it soft with wear.
โ€œWhere's the fun in that?โ€ Stiles asks with a quiet laugh, urging you onto your back and crawling on top of you without warning. His weight settles atop your body and his nose nuzzles into the softness of your breasts over your shirt as he burrows his face into the space between them.
He's so warm. Body heat is quick to seep out from his clothes and through your own with the way he's settled heavily on top of you. It's all a little smothering, the way that his weight is making it a bit hard to breathe, your lungs not quite able to get a full inhale โ€” but it's also grounding, the heavy blanket of warmth he provides managing to alleviate just a little bit of your anxiety.
โ€œOne of these days you're gonna hurt yourself, or worse, you might break something of mine with a flailing limb when you inevitably trip and come tumbling through the window,โ€ You tease weakly, pinching your eyes shut as you try to push away that lingering tightness in your chest, โ€œI'm serious. You're gonna break something and I really hope it isn't your face.โ€
Your fingers come up to tangle in his hair and he hums in appreciation, a content grumble rising in his throat as he settles his cheek onto the plushness of your breast like it's his own personal pillow.
His hand slips down your thigh, fingers blindly drawing little patterns around the top of your knee as he scoffs, โ€œOh, real exciting. Yeah, next time I'll just use the front door, like some kind of common loser. As if.โ€
โ€œYou are a loser.โ€ You say quietly, the small smile in your voice not quite managing to hide the discontented sigh that slips out as your mind wanders back to the events of the day.
Stiles pushes up onto his elbows at the edge in your voice and your hands fall from his head with the movement. He frowns as his big brown eyes flick over your face in scrutiny, โ€œWhatโ€™s wrong?โ€ He asks immediately, long brows drawn together as his lip juts out in a pout of concern.
Your eyes fall shut again and you give his biceps a squeeze even as your nose scrunches up, โ€œJust.. Stressed. Had a really shitty day.โ€
He hums in understanding, sitting up to settle on his knees between your legs and draping your thighs over his own, big hands slipping underneath your hips to rub at the base of your spine. You let out a little noise of appreciation at the rough dig of his fingers massaging the muscles there, hips lifting up from the mattress just a little to give him more room.
โ€œOh, you like that?โ€
He's teasing, you know he is, but the way his grip on you tightens, the way his fingers press into the fat of your thighs so that he can tug you just a bit higher up on his own lap โ€” it makes your breath hitch. Your sleep shirt has bunched up just above your navel and it leaves your panties exposed from the way your ass has settled over him. Your body is tilted at an angle, your hips in the air with how he's propped you up on his thighs while your knees press in on either side of his waist.
One of his hands leaves your spine to give the soft dough of your thigh a squeeze before making a slow trail up, settling his palm over the thin cotton at the apex of your thighs. His thumb presses down softly against your clit through the fabric and Stiles watches intently as you let out a breathy sigh when he draws a slow circle against you.
You still haven't dignified him with an answer, opting to pinch your lips together as his thumb slips down a little further to press into the wetness that's begun to soak through the fabric, his finger dipping in and pushing cotton into your opening with it.
โ€œNeed me to make you feel better, honey? 's that it?โ€ Stiles asks. The grin in his voice is audible, but when you blink your eyes open to get a good look, you find him peering down at you with awe and hunger swimming in his eyes. When he catches your gaze, the corners of his lips pull up a little more and his thumb moves back to rub at your clit over your underwear, โ€œNeed me to make you a little stupid? Huh? Work some of that stress outta your head?โ€
Your jaw has gone a little slack with the way he's circling your bud with easy drags, knowing exactly how much pressure to use and what angle feels the best and- He asked you a question โ€” What had been the question?
โ€œHuh?โ€ You ask quietly, the sound half a question and half lost to the moan working it's way up your throat.
The smile on Stiles' face goes soft and he leans forward to press a kiss to your cheek, right at the corner of your mouth. Your lips purse and your chin tips up in an attempt to meet him, but he's already leaning back so that he can watch the drag of his finger over your panties.
โ€œYou going stupid on me already, baby? I've barely gotten started.โ€
The circles he's been drawing slow, growing unhurried and leisurely. The movement of his thumb is agonizingly slow now and you huff in frustration and cant your hips up in a silent demand.
โ€œStiles.โ€ You plead simply.
โ€œAlright, alright,โ€ He laughs, leaning in to press one quick kiss to your mouth before he begins to make his way further down, leaving a trail of kisses along your jaw and neck in his wake, โ€œSettle down. I got you.โ€
He makes a small detour at your chest to bunch your tshirt up at your collarbones, exposing your tits so that he can leave a cluster of bites to the supple flesh. You gasp at the sharper bites, keening a little, but he's already peppering kisses over the abused skin and moving farther down. His tongue dips out between his lips, the warm wetness making you squirm a bit as he moves in a slow line down your stomach. Lower, lower. When he reaches the waistband of your panties, he hooks his fingers under the fabric and pulls just a little, exposing the sliver of sensitive skin just above your patch of trimmed curls. You gasp again at the sharp sting of his teeth when they scrape harshly over your hipbones and your hips lift up again on instinct.
Stiles takes pity on you and finally eases your underwear down your thighs. The tension is broken for a brief moment as he struggles to coax the fabric past your knees and around your ankles without dislodging you from his lap, a small huff of laughter escaping you when he curses quietly.
He rids you of the article but immediately brings your ankle up to nip at your foot in reprimand, pushing your thigh up against your stomach with the movement.
โ€œYou gonna behave?โ€ He asks while he curls his fingers around your ankle.
โ€œMhm.โ€ Your hum and the small nod of your head are paired with a coy smile.
โ€œSee, I don't know if I believe you,โ€ Stiles says with a small laugh and an absentminded peck to your skin, his teeth scraping the bottom of your calf with his grin as he does so, โ€œYou've got that look in your eye.โ€
โ€œWhat look?โ€ You question curiously, a little lightheaded with the way his lips press a small line of kisses from the top of your foot all the way up to your shin and then back down again.
โ€œThe look that says you're feelin' a little bratty.โ€ He tells you.
You scoff in indignation and his teeth nip at your ankle bone again, successful in cutting the sound off before you can say anything to the contrary.
โ€œYou gonna let me take care of you, or what?โ€ He asks seriously, eyebrows raising a little as he fixes you with a stern look.
You nod and your eyes go a little wide at the tone of his voice, your cunt clenching with the flash of warmth that rushes down your spine.
โ€œGood girl.โ€ Stiles murmurs with a grin, already beginning to kiss a slow trail up from your ankle. His lips press into your skin in an irregular pattern of teeth and tongue, briefly broken up with gentle pecks as he makes his way up the length of your leg toward your naked cunt.
As he finally reaches his destination, he urges the bend of your knees over his shoulders, your legs framing his head nicely as he dips to press an agonizingly gentle kiss to your clit. You fight the jolt in your hips, making an effort to keep your muscles taught, but then he does it again, his lips parting just enough to nudge the little bud with the tip of his tongue, and you're lifting toward him without really meaning to.
โ€œSorry, sorry.โ€ You're apologizing breathlessly before he can scold you, fingers curling into the duvet as you settle your hips against the mattress again.
โ€œAtta girl.โ€
He kisses your clit gently again and you bite back a whine at the soft press of lips against you. His wide palms run up and down the outside of your thighs and he turns his head to where your legs are draped over his shoulders to suck softly at the sensitive skin on the inside of your thigh. Your brows furrow at the sting of the bruise he's leaving there but you manage to stay still and the praise he murmurs against your skin in return makes your head feel a little light.
Another small series of kisses mark his path back to where you want him most and his voice is quiet as it reaches your ears, โ€œNo more stress babe. You know I got you, right?โ€
โ€œMhm.โ€ You agree quickly, fingers tightening around the blankets in anticipation.
โ€œGood. Good..โ€
And then his mouth is on you again and you find it a little hard to breathe. He doesn't ease into it, there are no teasing licks up the length of your folds nor are there anymore agonizingly gentle kisses. His mouth closes around your clit, sucking softly, tongue laving over the bud before he's sucking again.
A weak little cry pushes its way out of you, another coming just a moment later when Stiles scrapes his teeth against you gently as he works, his tongue quick to sooth over the sensitive nub in apology. He kisses your clit like he can't get enough, licking and leaving wet little pecks only to close his lips around it again a second later.
Minutes pass. Your mouth doesn't even close between moans anymore, lips permanently parted to let out a near-constant stream of tiny whines and breathy gasps and desperate whimpers. Your whole body feels like a live-wire. The nonstop stimulation to your most sensitive muscle leaves you teetering on the edge of something earth-shattering despite it not actually managing to peak yet.
โ€œF-ffuck,โ€ You manage to get out, lips trembling as you look down and catch sight of the way Stiles is devouring you, the dim lamplight creating golden patches in the dark locks of his hair, his head bobbing as he works. โ€œStiles.. St-Stiles! 's.. 's so g-fuuck.. 's so good-โ€
He doesn't slow, nor does he glance up at your first real words since he started, sheer determination pushing him to continue at the same brain-melting pace.
His teeth catch against you again and you gasp sharply, the sound tearing from your dry throat as your hand shoots up to grab a fistful of his hair.
โ€œJ-jesus, nngh- God! Stiles-โ€
Your back arches of its own accord, hips canting toward his mouth as another choked sound drags its way out of your throat. You feel like you could come any second โ€” have felt a little like you might come any second for the past ten minutes at least โ€” and it's making everything a little fuzzy around the edges. Your shower-damp hair is cool against your flushed skin when you tip your head to the side against the pillows while warmth creeps along your neck and spreads down your spine. It crawls all the way to your toes as your eyes pinch shut, fighting to hide the way that they're starting to cross embarrassingly from the pleasure.
โ€œFuck,โ€ You whine with a stuttered breath at the feeling of his lips closing around you again, sucking so delicately at your sensitive bud, tongue rolling against it softly within the suction of his mouth. โ€œFuckfuckfuuucck-โ€
He finally gives you a small response, a quiet, noncommittal hum that rumbles through your cunt and has your hips spasming with a thrum of pleasure. Stiles brings one hand from where it had been drawing absentminded patterns along the length of your thigh and drops it to rest over your torso instead. He firmly pushes your hips back down without ever slowing his skillful mouth and you can't hold back a quiet whimper as you're immobilized, the restless movement transferring almost immediately into a tremble in your thighs and stomach, the muscles beneath quivering and jumping under your skin.
His palm is warm and heavy where the weight of it is spread over your ribs. The width of his hand has his fingers curling around your waist while his thumb begins to drag back and forth over your tummy in long, smooth strokes. His soothing touch is a tether in the dark and you cling to it desperately, your fingers tangling tighter in his hair as you grapple for something to keep you steady amidst what's beginning to feel a little like it might be a constant, never ending orgasm.
A noise rips from you so choked off that it sounds a bit like it might've been punched out of your chest and your hips jump again. The shakes in your thighs and stomach seem to spread, your whole body beginning to quake throughout stuttered breaths that might actually be sobs.
It's then that Stiles finally peers up at you, brown eyes meeting your own and taking in the mess you've become under his minstrations. He still doesn't pause, doesn't slow, but he does raise his eyebrows in silent question as his fingertips dig into the doughy flesh at your waist.
You don't manage more than a garbled, โ€œYes!โ€
Your free hand grabs ahold of his forearm with an iron grip and a few tears actually break free and fall back into your hair when the warm fog creeps impossibly further across your body, clouding what little remained of the blurred edges of your mind. Any shreds of lucidity are gone as your eyes roll back with a high keening moan. Your hips stutter wildly now, thighs tightening around Stiles of their own accord as your never-ending orgasm seems to finally crest and send you hurtling over the edge that you've been dragging on for so long.
It's possible you black out. The next thing you become aware of is Stiles pressing loud, smacking kisses to your pelvis, the insides of your thighs, your belly and ribs, his lips are gentle against your skin as the soft sound of the kisses breaks through the fog in your head. By the time he settles on top of you, hands slipping beneath your sweat-slicked shoulders to rest his weight on his elbows underneath you, the heavy beat of your heart is a loud echo in your ears.
He's wiped his face off at some point, but his swollen lips still glisten lightly from the time spent between your thighs as you pant warm breaths against his mouth. The cool smugness that Stiles had worn before is gone and now he looks at you with nothing but adoration, chocolate brown blinking down at you as if, even flushed and sticky with sweat, you might be the prettiest thing he's ever seen.
You intend to bring a hand up to fix the wild tufts of his hair where your hands made a home earlier, but your arm feels entirely too heavy when you lift it and you hardly manage more than a brush of your fingers over his cheek before your hand falls limply to the pillow beneath your head. Stiles chuckles softly at your attempt and tangles his fingers with your own, dipping his head to press a few playful kisses to your cheeks and the tip of your nose until you reward him with a breathless laugh.
โ€œYou okay?โ€ He checks quietly, thumb stroking over the side of your own, โ€œWasn't too much was it?โ€
โ€œOkay,โ€ You assure him, โ€œVery, very okay.โ€
The way his sweatpants rub against your naked legs is soft when he readjusts, manhandling you onto your side so he can wrap you up in his embrace, the quilt from the end of the bed being draped over you as he settles in. His arms go around your shoulders and you curl your own around his back in return, your nose pushing into the warmth of his chest as your body continues to come down.
โ€œHey,โ€ You murmur into his shirt, craning your head back to look up at him and tangling your bare legs with his as you continue, โ€œYou're big-spooning me. 'm usually big spoon.โ€
โ€œYeah. Not tonight your not.โ€ He says easily, wide palm dragging soft up and down in the space between your shoulder blades.
His hips unconsciously nudge forward just a little and you feel the warm stiffness of his neglected cock against your hip, erection straining against his sweats where he's pressed against you. It makes you gasp almost comically.
โ€œWha'bout you?โ€ You mumble in sleepy realization, batting your eyes with heavy blinks in an attempt to keep sleep from claiming you.
โ€œDon't worry about me, alright? Seriously, I'll just jerk off in the shower later,โ€ He tells you, fondness in his voice, โ€œNow shut up and let me hold you.โ€
You hum, burrowing back into his chest contentedly, โ€œYes, sir.โ€
A quiet groan meets your ears as the soothing motions of his hand stutters, โ€œNone of that, come on.โ€ Stiles huffs quietly, voice laced with self-deprecating laughter, โ€œI know you know you're gonna get me worked up sayin' shit like that.โ€
You did know that.
Your lips pull into a grin, brain lax and floaty and sleepy. Your arms tighten around him for a moment before relaxing again, โ€œSorry.โ€
He grumbles something to the contrary as your eyes slip closed, your body finally free of the tight-coiled tension that had followed you around like a shadow all day.
Stiles Stilinski is loud and weird and passionate to degree that's concerning at times. He's bumbling and he's awkward, often to the point of it being a little adorable and entirely endearing, but then he still always manages to surprise you โ€” With his eagerness to please. With the way he can shift into something else, someone else entirely, behind closed doors. Just for you.
That night, wrapped up in the arms of your brother's best friend you realize that, at some point along the way, after all this time, he might very well have become your best friend too. And finally, feeling warm and safe and cared for, you find yourself slipping into a blissful sleep.
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xoxostilinski ยท 2 months ago
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Fuck me like you mad at me baby ๐Ÿ˜โค๏ธโ€๐Ÿ”ฅ
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babyflorencee ยท 11 months ago
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Florence's Masterlist of hot guys
I'd love to hear any requests that you may have for these five actors and the character that they portray!! ๐Ÿ’‹โ™ฅ๏ธ
Gilbert Blythe
๐“‡ผJealousy
Dylan Oโ€™brien
๐“‡ผRaindrop Romance and Puppy Dog Eyes
๐“‡ผ My Flannel
๐“‡ผIgnored ignorance
๐“‡ผI love you
๐“‡ผFuck it
Timothรฉe Chalametย 
๐“‡ผOnly one bed
๐“‡ผWorries and apologiesย 
๐“‡ผBooks, pillow talks, and an attention-craving boy
๐“‡ผSleepy
๐“‡ผYou're stuck with me
๐“‡ผHair tie
๐“‡ผStop taking your hands out of mine
๐“‡ผCigarettes
Cillian Murphyย 
๐“‡ผHaunted house
Andrew Garfieldย 
๐“‡ผDo I make you nervous?
๐“‡ผP.s I love you
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soulofapatrick ยท 6 months ago
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They Find Out You're Pregnant: Teen Wolf Boys part one
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Summary: How each boy finds out you're pregnant
Words: 4K altogether
warnings: unplanned pregnancy but mostly fluff
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As I step into the bedroom, I sense the tension thick in the air, swirling around Stiles like a storm cloud. Heโ€™s curled up on the bed, facing away from me, and I can tell heโ€™s not asleep despite the lack of his usual cute little snores. His shoulders rise and fall with a rhythm that betrays a restlessness Iโ€™ve come to recognise all too well.
โ€œSti, baby?โ€ I press, desperation creeping into my voice. I need him to look at me, to see past whatever wall heโ€™s built between us. Cold eyes and a scowl meet my gaze when he finally turns to face me, and it feels like knives piercing my heart.
โ€œStiles, what did I do?โ€ I press on, desperate for him to look at me, to see those beautiful brown eyes and his cute little nose and his quirky little smile that has me feeling giddy. Instead, Iโ€™m met with cold eyes and a scowl as he burrows further into the bed as if he wants to disappear and it breaks my heart.ย 
โ€œYou know what youโ€™ve done, asshole!โ€ His words sting, buried back in the pillow, yet his pain is palpable. Itโ€™s then that I realise โ€” heโ€™s found the test. The pregnancy test I took last night, discarded in the bin, not thinking Stiles would see it until I was ready. Dread settles in my stomach as I know what he must think as we havenโ€™t done anything for a few weeks as the full moon happened and now boom, pregnant test.ย 
โ€œSti, listen to me.โ€ With resolve, I move closer, needing him to understand. He tries to evade me, but Iโ€™m quicker, using my werecoyote strength to turn him onto his back. We wrestle for a few moment, not wanting to make Stiles feel utterly powerless, until the fight in him leaves and Iโ€™m straddling his waist, holding his arms down gently but firmly.ย 
โ€œMieczyslaw Noah Stilinski,โ€ I use his full name, a last resort to get through to him, and his resistance finally melts away. His tear-filled eyes meet mine, vulnerability shining through the facade of anger.ย 
โ€œStiles, babyโ€ฆ Stiles, Iโ€™m a coyote,โ€ I start, trying to explain the complexities he may not fully grasp or have thought of. He nods, his expression pained, as if bracing for the worst, โ€œWe have heats and ruts. Stiles, that test was mine.โ€ The weight of my words hangs heavy in the air between us. His blush telling me heโ€™s embarrassed, but heโ€™s trying to understand.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re pregnant?โ€ His voice is quiet, laced with a mixture of hope and disbelief. I just nod, feeling a rush of relief that the truth is finally out.ย 
โ€œYes Stiles. Iโ€™m pregnant with our child.โ€ I say it plainly letting the enormity of the revelation sink in. His reaction is immediateโ€” he sits up abruptly, catching me off guard with a headbutt that he seems oblivious to in his rush to kiss me.
The kiss is desperate, passionate, a floodgate of emotions breaking open. Stilesโ€™s hands find their way to my waist, pulling me closer as if he's afraid I might disappear. My hands cup his face, fingers trembling slightly with a mix of relief and apprehension. His lips move against mine with a hunger that matches my own, seeking reassurance and connection in the midst of uncertainty. Every touch, every caress speaks volumesโ€”of love, of fear, of hope.
When we finally pull apart, breathless and flushed, our foreheads lean against each other, eyes closed as we try to catch our breath. My fingers thread through his hair, tangling in the messy strands that Iโ€™ve come to adore. Stilesโ€™s hands linger on my waist, his touch grounding me in the reality of our shared moment.
The intimacy is interrupted by the sudden creak of the bedroom door opening, a stark reminder of the world outside our bubble of emotions. We break apart reluctantly, turning to see Noah Stilinski standing there, his expression a mix of surprise and concern. His gaze flickers between us, understanding dawning slowly as he takes in the scene before him.
"I... I need to go sit down to wrap my head around this," he says softly, his voice thick with unspoken questions and paternal worry. With a brief nod to us both, he retreats downstairs, leaving Stiles and me staring at each other in a mixture of disbelief and joy.
"Fuck!" Stiles breathes out, a nervous laugh escaping him as he runs a hand through his hair, still trying to process everything. I canโ€™t help but chuckle softly, the tension easing as we share a moment of raw, unfiltered emotion.
Our hands find each other naturally, fingers intertwining as we sit. The weight of what lies ahead hangs heavy in the air, but so does the undeniable bond between us. Stiles turns to me, his eyes searching mine for reassurance, for confirmation that we're in this together.
"Are you okay?" he finally asks, his voice soft yet filled with a myriad of emotionsโ€”love, concern, excitement, and a touch of fear.
I squeeze his hand gently, offering him a reassuring smile. "I'm okay. We're okay," I assure him, knowing that while the road ahead won't be easy, we have each other to lean on.
Stiles leans in, pressing a tender kiss to my forehead, a silent promise of his commitment and love. "I love you," he murmurs against my skin, his words a soothing balm to the uncertainties swirling around us.
"I love you too," I reply softly, feeling a surge of warmth and gratitude for the man beside me, the father of our unborn child.
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I sit nervously on the edge of Scott's bed, my legs bouncing with restless energy as I clutch onto the small gift box in my lap. Each breath feels strained, the anticipation of his arrival causing my heart to pound relentlessly against my ribs. The room is cloaked in a hushed stillness, broken only by the soft murmur of the night seeping through the open window, casting shadows across the room.
The door creaks open, and Scott steps into the room, his brow furrowing in concern as he takes in my anxious posture. โ€œBaby? What's going on?" His voice is gentle, a beacon of calm in the midst of my swirling emotions as he crosses the room to stand before me.
I inhale deeply, trying to steady my trembling hands as I extend the gift box towards him. "Scott, I... I got you something," I manage to say, my voice wavering with nerves that betray the weight of what lies within.
He accepts the box with a curious tilt of his head, settling beside me on the bed. His fingers trace the edges of the wrapping paper, his expression shifting from curiosity to confusion as he uncovers the smaller box nestled within.
Opening it, his breath catches in his throat as he sees the pregnancy test lying inside. The reality of the situation crashes over us like a tidal wave, and I watch his eyes widen with shock and disbelief.
"Scott, I... I got you something," I manage to say, my voice betraying the turmoil within. He accepts the box with a curious expression, eyebrows quirking as I always call him Scotty not Scott, his fingers careful as he begins to unwrap it.
As he peels back the layers of wrapping paper, confusion clouds his features, replaced by disbelief when he reveals the smaller box inside. His breath catches in his throat as he opens it, revealing the pregnancy test nestled within. The implications hit him like a tidal wave, and I watch as shock ripples through him, his eyes widening with a mix of emotions.
The initial shock gives way to concern, his brows furrowing as he processes the reality before him. A flicker of fear crosses his face, accompanied by a tentative hope that he struggles to grasp amidst the overwhelming news. His gaze shifts from the test to me and back again, searching for words that seem to elude him in the moment.
"Scott," I begin softly, tears welling in my eyes as I reach out to touch his hand, seeking connection in the midst of our shared uncertainty. "I'm pregnant."
The words hang heavy in the air, a palpable silence settling between us as he absorbs the weight of my revelation. His hand tightens around mine, a gesture of both support and seeking solace in the face of the unknown.
"Are you... sure?" he finally manages to ask, his voice a whisper laced with disbelief. He meets my gaze, his eyes filled with a mixture of awe and apprehension, struggling to comprehend the enormity of what lies ahead for us.
I nod slowly, my own voice trembling as I reaffirm, "Yes, Scott. It's yours."
He pulls me into his arms, holding me close as if to anchor himself amidst the whirlwind of emotions crashing over us. His touch is gentle yet firm, a testament to his resolve to face this unexpected turn in our lives together.
"I... I don't know what to say," he admits quietly against my hair, his breath warm against my skin. "But we'll figure this out. Together."
I close my eyes, tears streaming down my cheeks as I cling to him, overwhelmed by a rush of relief and gratitude for his steadfast presence. In that intimate moment, sitting on his bed with the pregnancy test between us, I find solace in the certainty that no matter the challenges ahead, having Scott by my side fills me with a deep sense of hope and determination.ย 
โ€œI love you so much.โ€
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I stand by the window in Derek's loft, the city lights twinkling in the distance, but my mind is consumed by a different kind of sparkleโ€”a mixture of hope and fear that knots my stomach. The thought had been creeping in lately, a hunch I couldn't shake off, but anxiety held me back from taking the test. What if it wasn't the right time? What if Derek wasn't ready?
Derek enters the room, his presence a comforting solidity in the midst of my swirling thoughts. His sharp gaze locks onto me, sensing my unease despite my attempt at composure.
"Hey," he says softly, his voice a soothing balm that momentarily eases my nerves.
I turn to face him, trying to hide the turmoil beneath a forced smile. "Hi," I reply, my voice catching slightly.
He takes a step closer, concern etched into the lines of his brow. "Are you okay?" he asks, his tone gentle yet probing.
I hesitate, unsure how to voice the uncertainty gnawing at me. "I... I've been feeling off lately," I finally admit, my gaze flickering away from his intense scrutiny.
His expression softens, understanding dawning in his eyes as he pieces together my unspoken words. "You think..." he begins, his voice trailing off as he seems to catch on to the implications.
I nod slowly, unable to meet his gaze as tears well up in my eyes. "I think I might be pregnant," I confess in a hushed tone, the weight of the admission hanging heavy in the air.
Derek's breath catches, his shoulders stiffening imperceptibly before he takes a deep breath, closing the distance between us in a few long strides. He pulls me into his arms, holding me close as if to shield me from the uncertainties swirling around us.
"I had a feeling," he admits quietly against my hair, his voice a mixture of awe and tenderness. "But I didn't want to push you.โ€ย 
Relief floods through me at his understanding, his acceptance offering a lifeline in the sea of doubt. "I've been scared," I confess, burying my face against his chest as tears spill over. "Scared of how you'd react.โ€
Derek's arms tighten around me, his embrace offering reassurance and warmth. "I'm here," he murmurs, his voice a promise. "Whatever happens, we'll face it together.โ€
In that vulnerable moment, surrounded by Derek's comforting presence, I feel a surge of courage. Slowly, I pull back, meeting his gaze with a tentative smile. "I think I should take the test," I say softly, my voice wavering with a mix of hope and apprehension.
He nods, his expression unwavering as he brushes a stray tear from my cheek. "Let's find out," he agrees, his voice steady. Moments later, we stand in the bathroom, the air thick with anticipation. I take the test, heart hammering in my chest as I wait for the result. When the faint positive line appears, tears of joy and relief spill down my cheeks.
I emerge from the bathroom, the test in trembling hands, and Derek's eyes lock onto mine. Without a word, he crosses the room in quick strides, falling to his knees before me. His hands gently push my shirt up, his lips pressing tender kisses against my barely-there bump.
Emotion swells within meโ€”tension and uncertainty giving way to a rush of overwhelming love and tenderness. Derek's actions speak volumes, his touch a promise of unwavering support and boundless affection.
"I love you," he murmurs against my stomach, his voice reverent and filled with awe.ย 
Tears blur my vision as I run my fingers through his hair, overwhelmed by the depth of his emotions. "I love you too," I whisper, feeling the weight of our shared journey settling into a tender certainty.
In that intimate moment, surrounded by love and hope, I know that no matter what lies ahead, Derek and I will face it together, our bond strengthened by the miracle growing within me.
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I stand in the hallway of Liam's house, clutching the pregnancy test tightly in my hand. The hallway feels strangely quiet, the air heavy with anticipation and nerves. Liam had just returned from a late-night patrol with Scott, and I knew I had to tell him, but the fear of his reaction kept me rooted in place.
The front door creaks open, and Liam steps inside, his exhaustion evident in the lines of his face and the weariness in his movements. His eyes meet mine, concern flickering across his features as he senses my tension.
"Hey, what's going on?" he asks softly, his voice filled with genuine worry as he approaches me.
I take a deep breath, my heart pounding in my chest as I hold out the pregnancy test towards him. "Liam, we need to talk," I manage to say, my voice trembling with nerves.
He takes the test from me, confusion clouding his expression as he examines it. Recognition dawns slowly, his eyes widening with shock as he realises what it means. The test falls from his hands, forgotten, as he turns to face me, his mouth opening and closing wordlessly.
"Are... are you serious?" he finally manages to ask, his voice cracking with emotion. His hands tremble slightly as he reaches out to touch my arm, seeking confirmation amidst the whirlwind of thoughts racing through his mind.
I nod slowly, tears welling up in my eyes as I meet his gaze with a mix of fear and hope. "Yes, Liam. I'm pregnant," I admit softly, the weight of the truth hanging heavy in the space between us.
His breath hitches, his eyes never leaving mine as he struggles to process the enormity of the news. "But how...?" he begins, his voice trailing off as he searches for the right words.
โ€œWell, when a man and woman love each other a lot-โ€œ I start to say and he rolls his eyes playfully, punching me in the arm lightly so I continue, joking aside, โ€I... I didn't know for sure until now," I explain, tears suddenly welling up in my eyes as I try to convey the intensity of my emotions. "But I had a feeling, and I finally took the test."
Liam wraps his arms around me suddenly, pulling me close as if he's afraid I might slip away. "I... I don't know what to say," he admits against my hair, his voice thick with a mix of disbelief and overwhelming love.
Tears of relief mingle with the uncertainty that still lingers between us, but in that moment, held in Liam's embrace, I know that we'll face whatever comes next together. Our journey into parenthood may be unexpected and filled with challenges, but knowing Liam is by my side fills me with a profound sense of strength and hope for our future.
As we stand there in the hallway, wrapped in each other's arms, I feel a wave of gratitude for the love we share and the new life growing within meโ€”a testament to our bond and the possibilities that lie ahead.
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The first rays of dawn peek through the curtains, casting a gentle glow over Isaac's bedroom. I wake slowly, cocooned in warmth and the comforting weight of Isaac's arm draped protectively over me. His steady heartbeat beneath my ear lulls me into a serene half-awake state, where for a fleeting moment, everything feels perfect.
"Morning," Isaac murmurs sleepily, his voice husky with sleep as he brushes his nose across my shoulder before pressing a kiss there, loosening his grip on me so I can roll over and face the surly haired werewolf, feeling at peace and oh so in love.
I smile softly, relishing the tranquility of the moment before reality nudges its way into my consciousness. But, of course, as if on cue, a subtle queasiness stirs in my stomach, a sensation Iโ€™ve been experiencing the last few days. Panic flares briefly, but I try to dismiss it, not wanting to disturb the peace between us.
Isaac senses my restlessness, his gaze searching mine with concern. "You okay sweetheart?" he asks gently, his thumb brushing lightly over my cheek.
I nod slightly, swallowing down the rising unease. "Just... feeling a bit off," I admit reluctantly, not wanting to worry him unnecessarily.
But before I can say more, a sudden wave of nausea grips me, and I bolt out of bed with startling urgency, breaking free from Isaac's embrace. "I... I'll be right back," I manage to choke out, mouth watering warningly, my voice strained as I hurriedly make my way to the ensuite bathroom.
Isaac's confusion turns to alarm as he watches me go, the sound of my retching echoing through the closed door. He's by my side in an instant, his concern overriding any sense of personal space as he pushes open the door to find me leaning heavily over the toilet.
"What's wrong?" he asks urgently, his hands hovering anxiously over me as he assesses the situation.
I lean over the toilet, gasping for breath as I struggle to regain my composure. "I donโ€™t know, ive been sic every morning for the last week. I canโ€™t stand certain food anymoreโ€ฆ I just want ice creamโ€ Iโ€™m suddenly crying, my voice barely audible over the rush of emotions.
Isaac's eyes widen in shock, his hand coming to rest gently on my back as he kneels beside me. โ€œBaby, are youโ€ฆ are we pregnant?โ€ he repeats incredulously, the reality of my words sinking in slowly.
Those tears just stream down my cheeks harder, unable to process what Isaac is saying but somewhere deep in my gut knowing heโ€™s right. "I've been feeling off for a while," I explain haltingly, the weight of the confession hanging heavy in the air. โ€œBut I thought it was a bug. Didnโ€™t want to worry you.โ€
He pulls me into his arms, holding me close as if to shield me from the uncertainty that now defines our future. "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" he murmurs against my hair, his voice thick with a mixture of awe and concern.
"I didn't want to worry you," I repeat softly, my heart aching with the fear of his reaction and the overwhelming rush of emotions coursing through me.
Isaac's embrace tightens around me, his touch a reassuring anchor amidst the whirlwind of uncertainty. "We'll figure this out," he reassures me, his voice steady and filled with determination, โ€œI want to start a family with you.โ€ย 
โ€œYou do?โ€ย 
โ€œI am in love with you. Only you.โ€ย 
โ€œIโ€™m in love with you too.โ€
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I lie in bed, tossing and turning, my stomach churning with waves of nausea, sweating and just feeling generally shit. The clock ticks relentlessly, each passing minute feeling like an eternity as I wait for Jordan to return from work. I've been feeling off for days now, a probable stomach bug or stress from all the shit that has been happening in Beacon Hills recently.ย 
The front door finally creaks open, and I hear Jordan's familiar footsteps padding down the hallway. Relief washes over me as he enters the bedroom, his presence a comforting presence in the dimly lit room. He quickly strips down to his boxers before he slips under the covers beside me, his warmth immediately soothing.
His arm wraps around my waist, pulling me back against his chest, relief washing through me as if he can heal me with just his touch. In my drowsy state, I lean into his touch, seeking solace in his embrace. His hand rests flat against my stomach, and I wince slightly at the sensation but some of the nausea fades and a soft sigh of relief escapes me.
"Jordan," I murmur, my voice thick with sleep and discomfort.
He shifts slightly, making me roll onto my back to face him. His bright eyes search mine, concern etched in his furrowed brow. "When were you going to tell me?" he asks softly, his voice tinged with a hint of worry. His hand cupping my jaw, thumb brushing lovingly over my fever flushed cheek.
Confusion knots my brow as I try to make sense of his question. "Tell you what?" I manage to ask, my voice laced with exhaustion and confusion.
His gaze lingers on me, his expression softening as realisation slowly dawns in his eyes. โ€œSunshineโ€ฆโ€ his breath comes out in a soft gasp, โ€œSunshine, youโ€™re pregnant," he states quietly, his voice filled with a mix of awe and certainty.
My breath catches in my throat, my heart skipping a beat at his words. "What?" I whisper, stunned by the revelation.
Jordan's hand slides from my cheek down to my stomach, his touch gentle yet purposeful. "I can sense it," he explains quietly, his fingers tracing a soothing pattern against my skin. โ€œIโ€ฆ I donโ€™t know how but I can sense itโ€ฆ I can feel the change in you."
Tears well up in my eyes, a rush of emotions overwhelming meโ€”surprise, disbelief, and a flicker of hope. "I... I didn't know," I admit softly, my voice trembling with the weight of his words, โ€œI thought it was the flu.โ€
He leans closer, his forehead resting against mine. "It's okay," he murmurs, his breath warm against my lips. โ€œI love you baby, weโ€™re gonna have a baby.โ€
Heโ€™s shuffling around until heโ€™s laying on his back, my head resting on his chest as he knows how soothing his heartbeat can be, especially when I canโ€™t sleep and before I know it Iโ€™m drifting off to sleep with one thought on my mind.ย 
โ€œYouโ€™re gonna be the best dad ever.โ€ย 
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