#it goes from being fucking. cone shaped. to being a sphere

[front-facing-pokemon]

[writingsbychlo]

key moves | stiles stilinski

word count; 9328

summary; turns out, stiles is pretty boring in bed. until he gets a few new tips, and then things get a little heated.

notes; this is just a normal au. no wolves, no supernatural, just the group, leading normal lives.

warnings; smut, public sex, drug use.

Stiles wasn’t too sure why he’d agreed to come and watch this film. He really had no clue what had passed through his mind, and that was all he could think about as he shifted awkwardly in the seat. It was what he could only assume at this point to be the sixth sex scene, and he rubbed his hand across his forehead.

Scott was rubbing a hand over his face for the trillionth time, mumbling about how he really doesn’t think Kira would want him to be watching this film. Theo and Isaac were having the time of their lives, cheering and making faces each time someone made a move, a ruckus kicking up between them. Liam had a red face and wide eyes, but his jaw hung open slightly as he watched the film.

“Guys.. guys I have to go. Kira would not want me to be watching this kinda’ film!” He got up, feet rapidly ascending the stairs of the empty theatre and out, and a snicker spread across the three older boys.

“Course, no, Kira would want him to be living it. What kind of excuse was that?” Liam looked over at Isaac as he spoke, and Stiles and Theo grinning in agreement.

“Nobody lives this. Look at it.” Stiles huffed, a smirk on his face as he kicked his legs out into the space in front of him, propping his feet on the back of the empty chair in front of him.

“What? Stiles this is so tame.” Isacc scoffed, hand waving in the direction of the film as the woman moaned out, the boys’ attention now all on him.

“W-What? No. People don’t actually do that.. I mean, look at them!” His arms flung out towards the gigantic screen, and Theo shifted in his seat, all three boys with eyes narrowed or eyebrows raised at him. “I mean.. I stick to like.. three key moves. I don’t do this, I shouldn’t be doing this, right?”

“Dude, you should definitely be doing that.” Isaac mumbled, cheeks flaming up as his eyes glossed over, mind clearly trailing away to Allison. He coughed, clearing his throat and snapping back into the moment, and Theo looked between the scarved boy and the flannel-wearing one.

“Uhm.. yeah. What do you mean ‘three key moves’?” Theo’s grin was widening as Stiles flushed, clearing his throat and scratching at his neck.

“I haven’t even had sex yet and even I know you’d do that!” Liam shouted, quieting himself down and glancing around the empty theatre, biting his bottom lip and mumbling an apology as the three older boys looked at him with glares.

“Spill, Stilinski. What are these three key moves, they better be good.” Isaac had a shit-eating grin on his face, a handful of popcorn being shoved into his mouth, kernels falling free and finding a home in the material around his neck.

“I don’t want to say.. I’m kinda’ doubting.. like.. everything right now.” A deep sigh left his lips, and Isaac began to pick the lost corns from his scarf, flicking them at him as he tried to deflect them.

“Stop it!”

“Tell us, then!” Both the brunette and the blonde prompted, high-fiving one another as they laughed, and Liam nodded along eagerly.

“Fine. But I am far too sober for this conversation. If we’re doing this, I need to be-”

“Oh, my God! This is the perfect time for a circle!” Theo gasped, slapping at his friend’s arms and Stiles threw his head back, a loud groan leaving his lips and Isaac stood, grabbing his popcorn and drink, tucking the snack box under his arm and using his free hand to yank a confused Liam to his feet by a fistful of his jumper at his shoulder. Theo ushered them both out of the aisle, and Stiles followed along, the film long forgotten as he patted down his pockets for his keys.

He clicked open the jeep, the three arguing over who gets shotgun, while Stiles rounded the side and hopped into the driver’s seat. Isaac ended up winning, slurping away at his drink and fiddling with the AUX cord as he plugged it into his phone.

“Do any of you want to tell me what a ‘circle’ is?” Liam muttered, shoved into the side door so Theo could sit in the middle, leaning across the console.

“It’s this shape, 2D, the three-dimensional equivalent is called a sphere an-” Stiles yelped as he was smacked across the back of the head, but it didn’t stop the cackle that left his lips.

“I meant in the context you morons were using it!” The youngest huffed, and Theo flicked him roughly in the ear.

“Respect your elders!” His tone was chastising, but he turned back to face him, letting the youngest look between them all as Stiles turned onto Isaac’s road. “It’s where we all sit in Isaac’s basement in a circle and get really, really high.” The two boys in the front cheered, the jeep jolting to a halt as they pulled onto the drive, all hopping out quickly as Isaac fumbled to balance everything while looking for his keys. They took the back entrance, bounding down the outdoor stairs and into the basement, the eldest three hurrying around the room, pulling chairs up to a round wooden table as Isaac lifted what looked to be an incredibly oversized, golden incense burner into the middle.

The three took their seats, and Stiles held his hands out for the grinder, Isaac passing over the brown paper bag he held as Theo motioned towards the empty seat, Liam standing idly in the room.

“Why have I never been invited to this before?”

“Because there are only four seats, and we usually do this with Scott, or some of the girls. You’re too young to get this high, I bet you pass out first.” The curly-haired boy unwrapped his scarf and Stiles dropped his flannel from his shoulders, unscrewing the top of the incense burner and lighting the small cones inside to cover the scent.

Following, Stiles laid out what was left of roll papers, perfectly sprinkling a collection of the slightly-sticky crushed greenery onto the papers, rolling them tightly and licking a line across the paper before twisting them at one end. He was barely finished with the first two, when Isaac lit one up, taking a deep inhale and blowing the smoke into the room. Liam expected the smell to overwhelm his senses, but it was thoroughly swamped out by the heavy scent of roses coming from the golden burner in the centre of the table.

The blunt was passed around and Stiles finished the other two, leaning back in his seat as Theo passed him the roll. It was already dwindling between his fingers and he balanced it between his lips, eyes slipping closed as the smoke burned deliciously at his throat, orange twinking along the paper as it burned further and further down. “Alright, twitch, pass it to the kid, let him try it. I wanna’ laugh at him before we get roofed.”

The honey-eyes boy nodded, passing a flickering stub to Liam, who took it between two shaky fingers, raising it to his lips as the older’s watched on, keenly. He pursed his lips around it, inhaling deeply and his eyes widened. He tore it away from his mouth, coughing out a mouthful of smoke and hitting at his chest, loud laughs erupting around the room. Liam tried again, getting the same reaction, but he could feel the tingling in his lungs and throat, his eyes widening and muscles relaxing.

“I feel like you need to be drunk to do this.” Liam grumbled, but let Theo take the dead ends from him and stub out the cig, as Isaac lit up the second. They were already beginning to relax, tense shoulders slouching as tension eased away.

“God, no, Li. That goes against the rule.” Stiles mumbled, the three elders all holding a cig to their own lips, occasionally offering Liam a drag.

“There’s rules to getting high and drunk, now?”

“Mh, no.” Stiles held up his hand, one finger raised and the rest curled into a fist. “One rule. Only the one. You never get drunk before getting high.” He nodded to the younger one, a laugh falling from his lips as he leaned back in his seat. “Beer before grass, you’re on your ass. Grass before beer, you’re in the clear.” Stiles shrugged at the rhyme, and Liam felt like he should start writing things down, his mind spinning.

“Woah.”

“Yeah, if you have a drink before you smoke, you’ve fucked it.” Isaac giggled, who had finished his blunt a while ago, and was now trying to catch the straw of his drink between his teeth, lips twisted up into a cheesy grin. Theo, who’s head had lolled back, looked up, wide red eyes looking over his friends before laughing loudly.

“I think Liam’s already fucked it, look at him.” The youngest was giggling in his seat, staring at his feet and kicking against the table lightly. “So, spill Stiles.”

“Spill what? Wait, what?” He stubbed out ends, glancing at Theo who did the same, the room filled with a hazy smoke.

“Your three key moves. We’re gonna’ analyse your sex life, dude.”

“I don’t like the sound of that.” The boy sighed, dragging a hand through his hair and bringing his legs up to tuck under himself, sitting criss-cross on the chair. “Our sex life is perfectly fine. (Y/N)’s happy, I’m happy. What’s the deal?”

“She’s not happy if you’re not doing the things in that film. That wasn’t even like.. porn stunts. That was just sex.” Theo shook his head, and Stiles threw his head back, a loud groan falling from his lips. “Three key moves. Just tell us.”

“I-I.. fuck, fine, okay.” He shook his head, no idea why he bothered, but gave in, the pressure of the three looking at him forcing him to cave. “I just.. kiss her a bit, and then.. sorta.. trail my lips down her neck, while messing with her tits before.. you know..” Stiles held up two fingers, curling them a little as his friends looked.

“Okay, okay. We can work with this, a good start. Next?” Isaac rolled his hands, Stiles’ eyebrows furrowing as his friend spoke.

“Next? That’s it. Those are the three moves.”

“That- That’s it?!” Theo spluttered, hands slamming on his table as he leaned forward. “You kiss her, you touch her tits, finger her and you’re done. You just sleep with her? Wham, bam, thank you ma’am, and you’re done? Stiles, man..” Theo hissed out through his teeth and Isaac laughed, slapping at his knees as his entertainment was only heightened by the drugs in his system.

“I bet all he does is missionary too.” Isaac teased, his laughs cutting off as Stiles shrunk into his seat, face red and bottom lip clenched between his teeth, his friends’ jaws falling slack as their joke was realised to be true. “Oh, dude, really? I feel so bad for (Y/N)..”

“Hey! I please her! She.. finishes every single time.. I think..” He trailed off, scratching at his chin. His brown eyes flicked between those of his friends, before letting a deep sigh left his lips as he whines, leaning forward in his chair, elbows resting on his knees as his he placed his chin on his upturned palms. “Fuck, help me out?”

You swilled the wine in your glass around, listening to it slosh as the girls chatted. The pink was rapidly draining, only a drip left in the bottom of the glass and you placed it back down on the bar, after taking the last drops from the glass, the rosé sliding down your throat, adding to the buzz of the alcohol already in your system.

Your freshly manicured hand, nails painted by Lydia herself hours prior, drummed against the wooden top of the table you were crowded around, your feet clicking against the floor as you shuffled in your heels. You reached into your bag, already regretting the decision as you pulled out your phone. Your lips only formed a larger pout as the screen changed from dark to display the picture of you and Stiles, no notifications showing up, your eyes glancing at the time, just clicking over to another hour.

22:00.

You sighed, looking at the numbers and your attention was brought back to the word as Malia snapped her fingers in your face eyebrows raised, along with the other girls, who were also looking at you.

“Sorry, what did you say?” You tucked your phone back into your bag, leaning your elbows on the table and glancing around the four of them.

“Ally was just asking for tips on covering hickies. I told her to just get a good concealer and colour corrector, but she's pale so she can’t put too much on without it going orange. Malia said she finds ice helps after they finish, and Kira was totally not helpful by simply suggesting not letting a boy suck on your neck. Way to suck the fun out of it, Ki.” Lydia teased, the dark-haired girl sticking her tongue out in response, before their attention focused back on you.

A cringe found your lips, your cheeks heating up slightly as you shrugged. “Well, what do you do, anything helps, at this point.” Allison groaned, your embarrassment only furthering. “Yours are always hidden, you do a great job!”

“That’s because I don’t have any..” You muttered, a sour look taking over your features as a huff left your lips. “Ever. Stiles has never given me a hickey.” Malia had a teasing smirk on her face, Lydia’s jaw was basically on the floor and Allison was just looking at you with pity.

“Like.. never never?”

“Not once?”

“Seriously?”

“Nope, never.” You popped the ‘p’ for emphasis, and bit your bottom lip before jutting it out. You picked up your glass, hoping for another drink before realising it was empty. As was the bottle in the centre of the table, turned upside down in the ice bucket you’d been served it in.

“Well, that sucks. Pardon the pun, because having a guy bite and lick at your neck.. It’s really something.” The redhead across from you spoke, and you glanced at her, eyes boring into her own as you deadpanned.

“Yeah, it’s not by my choice that he doesn’t. He’s so.. clingy when we’re out and about. He always wants to hold my hands and stuff a-”

“That boy is territorial, if I ever saw it.” Malia cut you off, the girls around the table nodding and you threw your hands up in exasperation.

“Exactly! Like, I really wouldn't think it be all that far fetched for some jealousy sex or some hickies, but no.” Your words were grumbled out, and as you went to speak again, Lydia grabbed a waitress on her way past, mumbling an order before turning back to you all.

“I think we need shots to combat this. You, my dear, have a serious case of good-sex-withdrawal. It’s written all over your face.” She joked, and you nodded sadly, letting your face drop into your hands momentarily.

“I mean, it’s not that it’s not good sex, right? It’s.. fine, as sex goes. I always finish, we both get there, but.. it’s nothing new. It’s basic, same thing each time. I don’t even think we’ve ever changed positions. The most exciting our sex has ever been was the time I blew him on his birthday. It’s just.. boring, you know?” The girls all nodded, listening intently. “What’s the most exciting you’ve ever done, it can’t just be me, right?”

“Jordan once fucked me in a cell at the station after everyone had left, didn’t lock the door, cuffed me, the whole shebang. We had to steal the footage to get away with it. Was real kinky, and exciting. That whole.. public, might get caught, thing. And being tied up? Hot.” Lydia confessed, your jaw dropping at the idea, heat crawling up your skin as you thought about it with Stiles.

“I’ve done it with Scott at the hospital. Loads of beds, he’s kinda’ into playing that whole doctor-patient thing. I love it when it happens.” Kira hummed, chipping in.

“Isaac really likes to try mixing things up. Changing positions, bringing in toys, all that crap. He’s real experimental.” Your heart dropping as the girls all spoke up, and you bit your lip, eyes finding Malia’s.

“Theo has a thing about doing it in his car. He likes me on top, like the risk, the closeness, all of it. Whether we’re parked up or even if he’s driving, always gets him going.” Her shoulders lifted and dropped in the shrug, and your head threw back in a groan. The sound of glasses hitting the table filled your ears, and you glanced back, Lydia handing over money for the round of shots sitting out, two being placed before you, and she nimbly took the small item between her fingers, holding it up.

“To (Y/N)’s terrible sex life, because we all need shots to deal with that trainwreck.” She joked, a scoff falling from your lips, but you couldn’t deny the truth as laughs rang out across the table. You lifted the glass, holding your wrist out for salt before clinking your glass with theirs, licking the substance away and shooting both amounts, biting into the fruit as you winced.

A groan fell from your lips at the warmth consuming your body, however, and you bounced in your heels, hair flicking over your shoulder. “This is an SOS. Please, tell me what to do.” The frown you had become accustomed to was replaced with a hopeful smile, a more fitting expression for girls night and you flagged down a hostess, requesting another round of shots before turning back to the girls, who were all already spilling advice for you.

“Have you tried a striptease?” That suggestion caught your attention, your eyebrows raising as you looked over at Allison, the other girls looking at her too, impressed looks on their faces. “What? Any kind of teasing works, really, hands all over. Isaac can never keep his hands to himself for a long time when I start dancing and stripping, it always ends in something fun.”

“That could work. You know what else you should do?” Your stare was enough to prompt Lydia to continue talking, and she took a sip from her cocktail while watching you, squirming under her scrutinizing gaze. “Start dressing sexier. Like, sweetie, you’re hot. Okay? Hot. You look hot for a girl with a boyfriend, but if you wanna’ drive him a little crazy you have to dress more like a girl in a bar looking for some good sex.”

“I am a girl in a bar looking for some good sex, Lydia!”

“But, you don’t dress like it! Look, I was there when you bought that dress, you look hot in it, why have you put on tights and a jumper?” She muttered and you looked down at yourself, before finding her gaze again.

“What’s wrong with it?”

“That dress was made to show off your legs and tits, and those tights and jumper are defeating the objective. Go take ‘em off!” She waved her hands at you, your eyes widening.

“What? Now?”

“Yes!” All four chimed in at once, and you jumped slightly from the impact. Raising your hands up in surrender, your eyebrows furrowed as you fought through the crowds, finding the queue for the bathroom to be non-existent, and you locked the stall behind yourself. It was roomier than you expected, a nice mirror hanging over the sink, clean and tidy, tasteful little accompaniments, a bathroom that surprised you for a bar. Then again, this place was Lydia’s choice, she wouldn’t be seen dead in anywhere that didn't have good standards.

With a roll of your eyes, you lifted your knitted jumper over your head, folding it neatly beside yourself. Unzipping the boots that sat just above your knees, you slipped them off, before wiggling the black elastic down each of your legs, folding them up into a small bundle of fabric, before slipping your feet back into your boots, zipping them up. Taking a look at yourself in the mirror, you had to admit, the dress did make your boobs look good. The bra you had worn was nothing special, but you could now see the appeal of wearing a push-up bra too. Your breasts were already almost spilling from the fabric, the black lace covering them in the design was flattering, hiding just enough to be modest and leave some to the imagination, but plenty enough to tease someone who already knew what was underneath.

Turning, you almost gawked at how much longer your legs looked. They were elegant and sexy, especially with the boots brushing your thighs, and a smile formed on your face as you shook your head, laughing under your breath. “Of course, Lydia would know exactly how I should wear my clothes.” You took the jumper, a new sense of confidence filling you as you walked back to the table, hoots and whistles filling the air once the girls saw you approaching, and you couldn’t contain the liquor prompted giggles spilling from your lips.

“What did I miss?” You laughed, the new round of tequila sitting before each of you, untouched as they waited.

“We were just coming up with ideas for you. Things that drive guys crazy, you know?” Kira nodded happily, her enthusiasm bringing you great entertainment, ignoring the hype she had, clearly already feeling the effects of the drinks a little stronger.

“Oh, yeah? And what did you come up with?”

“Moaning.” Malia and Allison spoke in unison, a collection of chuckles leaving all of you as they high fived across the table.

“Moaning?” You prompted, throwing your shot back, the girls whooping and following.

“Yeah, like..” Lydia cleared her throat, her head tilting back as she let the sound fall from her lips, followed by a little pant. “Oh, my God, baby, oh my God, mhm..” The looks she got were ignored, girls giving her glares as men looked over, eyes wide at her sounds. “You know? Try it!”

“Um.. no.” You shot her down, and she tipped her head to the side disapprovingly. Discontent complaints rang out from the ladies at your refusal, and you caved, groaning loudly and looking away from all of them, eyes zoning in on the table, picking at the threads of the jumper under your fingers. It was snatched from you, Malia stuffing it into her purse and you opened your mouth to complain.

“No, you don’t get your jumper back! It was distracting you! Focus, we’re fixing your sex life!” She joked and you dropped your shoulders, rolling your head from side to side.

“Fine! Fine!” You took a deep breath, closing your eyes and turning to the members of the group. When your eyes opened, however, your eyebrows furrowed. “Stiles?”

“That was pathetic. There wasn’t even a little bit of a moan in there.” Lydia shut you down, but your eyes were gazing over her shoulder at the man standing near the door, his friends piling in around him. You rounded the table, stepping out from the groups of people, his name falling from your lips again and he spun around, his eyes darting about until he found you, eyes roaming over your figure.

They stilled, pausing on your displayed tits and exposed skin of your legs, a hand reaching up to rub over his jaw before he eventually managed to drag his gaze back up to meet your own. He was soon moving, taking rapid and wide strides across the room, and he was before you within no time, his front almost pressed to yours. Your jaw dropped open to speak, ask him why he was here, but before you could, his lips had descended onto yours, tongue pushing past your open lips to tangle with your own.

A squeak left you, your eyes closing as his lips coaxed yours into moving with his, both of his hands finding your waist and pulling you flush up against him tightly. Your hands were pressed against his chest between you, and he dipped you backwards slightly, leaning over you as his lips dominated yours, rough and sloppy kisses being pressed to your mouth. This was the kind of kiss he’d never given you before, and you couldn’t help the quiet moan that slipped from your mouth and into his, his grip on your hips tightening in response.

When he pulled away from you, you sighed, swallowing thickly as you tried to catch your breath, honey eyes scanning over your face until your eyes opened, fluttering slightly to meet his.

“You’ve been smoking.” The first words that had come to mind had been that to voice the subtle funky and familiar taste of weed that he’d spread to your mouth from his.

“And you’ve been drinking.” His lips twisted up into a smirk as he watched you, unaccustomed to seeing you so flustered and breathless, especially because of him.

“What was that for?” He still held you to him tightly, his fingers now rubbing over your skin lightly, goosebumps in their wake, a shiver moving over your body.

“I just missed you.” He leaned down, his nose bumping against yours and his lips brushed your own, but when you pouted your lips, he pulled back, a wicked grin on his own lips as he watched you, needy and whining as you opened your eyes to look at him once again. His fingers found yours, lacing through them and pulling you away from the table, guiding you through the crowds to the same location you’d come from not half an hour before. Pushing you into one of the stalls, he locked the door behind you both, his hands pushing you up against the wooden walls as he looked down at you, your eyes wide and your body flushing under his gaze. “You didn’t look like this when you left for girls night earlier.”

“Lydia told me I’d look hotter without the jumper and tights.” You mumbled and he hummed, toying with the ends of the dress.

“She was right. You always look hot to me, baby, but tonight, you’re driving me crazy. I should be the only one looking at these tits, other guys were looking at you. At what’s mine. They didn’t even know, that I’m the only one who gets to fuck you, get’s to see your pretty little pussy wrapped around my cock, these beautiful tits bouncing.” His hands trailed up your front as he spoke, squeezing roughly at your breasts, pleasure surging your body, despite the layers of clothing. His words were filthy, sending an animalistic lust through you and you reached up, fingers threading into his hair as you tugged his lips down to meet yours in a wet and sloppy kiss, a groan leaving his lips at the action. He’d never spoken like this before, the fire burning in his eyes had never been present and your thighs were rubbing together in an attempt to relieve the tension building.

His hands found a place on the wall either side of your head, leaning towards you as his body practically pressed up against yours, hot breath washing over your face in steady rhythms and you found it hard to breathe, yourself. Breath was trapped in your lungs as he looked at you, pupils blown with lust and practically black, the soft shining honey that was usually present was gone.

Your lower lip was clenched beneath your teeth, and his eyes dropped from yours to follow the action, a short huff leaving his lips. The rough pads of his fingers smoothed over your skin as his palm cupped your cheek, thumb coming to ease your lip from its confines, running the digit over it. “Stiles, this isn’t like you.”

“Hmm, you don’t like it?” His eyes flickered back up to yours, gazing at you intently and your own widened, your head shaking fractionally in his grasp. Words seemed to escape you, and you gaped at him, watching as his face twisted from slightly nervous to entirely cocky. A dangerous smirk was pulling on his lips and he leaned in further, your eyes fluttering shut and resting against your skin, his doing the same, your lips brushing together with his.

“I-I like it.”

“Good, because I’d quite like to try something. If that’s okay with you?” You pushed away from the wall, your hands coming up to find his neck as your lips met his in a heated kiss. A groan fell from his mouth to yours at the contact, and he pressed further into you, his response instantaneous, lip tracing yours in an attempt to gain further entrance. You parted your lips, just barely, and the response wasn’t enough for him.

His hands wrapped around your wrists, pulling them from his shoulders and pushing you back up to the wall, arms stretched high above your head as a gasp was emitted from you. His tongue slipped into your mouth, a moan spilling from you as he did so and his lips pulled up into a smile against yours, your fingers twitching in his hold, wanting to hold onto him. His mouth was rough and fervent against yours, before he finally pulled away, your panting matching his, his teeth tugging on your lower lip as he did.

“I’m the only one who gets to bite this lip. Not you, not any of the guys looking at you along the bar. Only me. Okay?” You nodded, lips parted as he watched you shake excitedly in his grasp.

“What did you want to try?” You whispered, the air between you hot and thick, the cheeky look on his face doing nothing to ease the growing ache between your thighs. You were familiar with this feeling, but never had it been so intense or hot, like a fire curling up your body as your skin flushed, and you wanted nothing more than to peel off your clothes and free yourself of them, get the relief you needed.

“We’ll get to that, princess. Just you wait.” His mouth closed in towards you again, your lips puckering but they didn’t meet his. Instead, his lips found your jaw, your head tilting to the side in a surprised gasp as he sucked at your skin, wet tongue trailing along your jaw and down your throat before biting harshly at the soft skin. He soothed the patch with his lips and tongue, sucking and swirling in lines as you whimpered and moaned in his grasp.

Your body was buzzing, the feeling of his mouth that you knew so well, now working at places he never had before was driving you insane and you couldn’t clench your legs any tighter, a cry of desperation leaving your lips and he tore himself away from where he’d buried himself in your neck to look up at you when you made the sound. “Please, Stiles. I need you. I need you to do something. Anything!” Your words were choked out, your chest rising and falling quickly and he let his eyes run over you to take you in.

“God, you’re already falling apart and I’ve barely even begun.” He almost sounded surprised at the effect he was having on you, his free hand running fingers over you slowly and just barely, running from your stomach to your shoulder, brushing against your breast and your back arched into him. His trail continued up, cradling your face gently as he pressed a chaste kiss to your lips. “Okay, princess, I’ll do something. But you have to do something for me, okay?”

“Yes. Anything. I’ll do anything, please Stiles, please just d-” his lips found yours, silencing you as you hummed happily at his touch.

“You keep these hands up here for me. And keep quiet. As much as I love hearing you begging for me, we don’t want to draw too much attention to ourselves.” His movements stilled and you lifted your head from where it rested against the wood, cracking your eyes open to look at him. His eyes were on fire with a teasing danger, a look of mischief you’d never seen before painted on his features, one eye dropping into a wink. “Yet, anyway.”

His hand slid down your front, skimming across the bare skin of your thigh before slipping under your skirt and brushing across the crotch of the cotton panties you wore, a cooing leaving his lips at how wet you were. “Sti..”

“Princess, you are just soaked. I don’t think you’ve ever been this wet. Who is this for?”

“All for you, Stiles. All for you. Nobody else gets me this wet, nobody has the same effect on me that you do. You drive me crazy.” You were already breathless, a hum leaving his lips as his touch left your core, tugging your dress up to bunch around your waist before dropping to his knees before you. Your head rocked forwards and your eyes widened, watching him stare up at you cheekily as he leaned forward, the tip of his nose pressing to your clit, the tip of his tongue dragging along your core through the material blocking his access.

You weren’t satisfied, you needed more, but it was something and your muscles eased minutely at the contact. His fingers came up, pushing your panties to the side before he dove in, tongue circling your entrance before pushing in slowly, a squeak leaving your lips as he did so.

His fingers found your clit, pushing against the button roughly and increasing his movements, slurping wetly at your heat and your body shuddered as he did so. You wanted to clamp your thighs together, but his head blocked your movements, a chuckle leaving his lips and vibrating against you at the attempted action. A loud moan left your lips as he did, and all his movements stopped, his touch soon pulling away from you entirely, a desperate whine leaving your lips at the loss of movement. “What did I tell you?”

“To keep quiet.” Your words were a hushed whisper and he hummed, his finger slipping back to your clit and rubbing slowly.

“And what did you not do?”

“Keep quiet.” He hummed again, pressing kissing to the skin of your thigh, biting at the top and tossing one of your legs over his shoulder. You tried to push your core back towards him, missing the newfound ecstasy that was having his tongue lapping at your hole, but he didn’t let you, only leaning back further, the digit rubbing you slowing down until it was barely moving.

“I’ll give you one more chance, okay, princess?” You sighed happily, nodding rapidly and he dove back in, two fingers slipping into your core as you clenched happily around the digits, biting your lips and swallowing down the sounds you were so desperate to release. His mouth replaced the finger on your swollen bud, sucking it between his lips roughly and a soft squeal sounded from you, and adrenaline flooded your body at the thought he might stop, but he seemed to ignore it.

Your stomach was tightening, your hips thrusting up weakly to meet his movements and his teeth grazed against your clit lightly, your hands flying down to his hair as you pulled at the tendrils, muffled whimpers leaving your lips as your nails scratched on his scalp. Your eyes were squeezed tightly shut, a third finger adding to the mix and stretching your walls, your body quaking with anticipation. He pulled back, his fingers working rapidly as obscene sounds filled the room.

You heart shuffling, and he stood up slowly, his fingers never slowing as he took your chin between his thumb and forefinger, tilting your face to his as your gazes met. “Come, princess.” The minute the words left his mouth your walls broke, and he met your lips in a heated kiss as a cry made its way from your lips. Your walls hugged his fingers, and he milked everything you could give, continuing until you were slumped against the walls, arousal coating his fingers when he pulled them away, a sly grin on his face.

He tucked them into his mouth, licking them clean before pulling your face back to his, his tongue meeting yours as he made you taste yourself on him, the action only furthering his new dominance and a layer of goosebumps rose over your skin at his newfound personality.

“You broke the rules, baby. I told you to keep your hands up. I let your moans slide, but I think you need a punishment.” His words excited you, electricity jolting through your veins as he smirked at you. You could see the cogs turning behind his eyes, and he seemed to make up his mind. Licking his lips, his hands gripped at your waist roughly, pulling away from the wall and spinning you around.

He turned you in his grasp, your eyes finding his in the mirror that hung over the sink. He swept your hair from your shoulder, his lips trailing over the skin and biting at it, red marks that would soon blossom purple were taking place as he held at your waist, keeping you still. He looked up, eyes narrowing at the sides and one of his hands left your waist, trailing up your back until it rested between your shoulder blades, before pushing you forwards.

A yelp fell from your mouth as your hands flew out to grip at the porcelain and support yourself, your hair framing your face. “Since you can’t seem to keep your hands to yourself, I’ll make sure they stay where I want them. You’re gonna’ need to hold yourself up, princess.” His hands found your hips and he eased your panties down your legs, letting them sit at your knees as he widened your legs for him, a cool air washing over your dripping core. His fingers fumbled with his pants, undoing them just enough to pull his hard cock free. “This time, you can make as much noise as you want.” His tip prodded at your entrance, dragging through the wetness leaking from you and soaking himself. “Tell them all who’s fucking you.”

He thrust forward, filling you in one swift movement and your body jolted forwards, your knuckles turning white in their grip as you tried to hold yourself to the sink. A long moan left your lips as he settled within you, letting you adjust. His fingers wrapped in your hair, clearing it from your face so he could see you in the mirror, and your eyes found his over your shoulder in the reflection. He pulled back, snapping into you just as quickly and a cry left your lips, pleasure surging through you.

Your walls stretched around him, fluttering and hugging his length, a grunt leaving him as he set a brutal pace, his hips snapping into yours. His hand pulled on your hair, keeping your head up and eyes locked on his, the cheeky expression doing nothing but further your joy. The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, your moans echoing loudly from the walls of the stall and he only increased his pace, your eyes rolling back in your head.

“Come on, princess, tell them all whose cock is filling you up right now.”

“Stiles!” Your voice was high, and he grinned, fingers slipping around your front to rub at your nub as your body jerked at the sudden stimulation, his name falling from your lips like a prayer. Your eyes were shut, your jaw dropped open as he fucked the breath straight out of your lungs, fingers holding into you with such passion that you were sure there would be fingermarks there in the morning, and the idea only thrilled you more. Your body fell forward, his arms snaking around your waist to catch you the front of your hips met the cold surface of the sink.

Your cheek met the glass of the mirror, breath fogging up the glass as his hands found the wall beside you, hips losing rhythm as he continued pounding into you rapidly. When one hand slipped down to tug down the front of your dress, your breasts spilling free and his fingers found your nipples, tugging at the hardened peaks and throwing you over the edge.

Juices splattered around his cock, a groan leaving his lips as your walls sealed around him tightly, your arousal dripping down your thighs as you screamed out his name, your hand shakily coming up to rest over his one the wall as he fucked you through your climax. You were seeing stars, colours exploding behind your eyes as you rode through the best orgasm of your life. When he pulled out of you, his hand was working over himself quickly, your head still spinning as he dragged himself to his peak.

You dropped on wobbly legs to your knees, your lips wrapping around his cock and his body twitched in surprise as he looked down at you. His hand left himself, threading through your hair and easing your burning scalp, holding your hair more gently this time as your tongue worked over him, cheeks hollowing. His seed coated your senses in hot and salty streams, and you lapped at everything he gave, swallowing around his sensitive cock as he whimpered, falling forwards in your grasp.

Your movements came to a stop, his cock falling from your lips with a ‘pop’ and he held a hand out to you, weak body pulling you to your feet. He leaned down, tugging your panties back up your slick legs and adjusting your dress, before tucking himself back into his boxers. His jeans hung open, belt still hanging from the loops.

You leaned your head on his shoulder, a dopey smile on your face his arms wrapped around you, lips pressing soft kisses to your temple. Your hands moved between the two of you and tugged up his zipper, fastening the button and leaving the belt undone. “That was incredible.” The words fell from your lips and he laughed gently, pushing you back just enough to capture your lips in a loving kiss.

“I know. I’m glad you liked it, though.”

“How could I not? That was the best sex we’ve ever had. That was the best sex anyone has ever had, ever.” You teased, a slight heat rising to his cheeks at your comments.

“I’m not quite done with you yet. C’mon.” His fingers laced with yours, tugging you from the bathrooms, and towards the table, your friend’s knowing eyes on you both. You navigated through the crowds, the excitement filling your veins was overwhelming, your body was hot and you wanted nothing more than to tear the clothes from your body. The cool breeze of the night sky outside did little to cool your skin, washing over you in waves and yet you still felt breathless, your heart racing in your chest.

You were dazed, and the sound of the jeep being unlocked from the distance the pair of you were at snapped you back into focus. Glancing around yourself, warm honey eyes were watching you as his fingers, laced delicately with your own, tugged you quickly towards the vehicle.

His smirk was wide, and you bit your lip to suppress the sound in your throat that threatened to release, which only spurred him on more. With a jolt on your connected limbs, he sent you tumbling into his side as you stumbled over your own feet, his hands finding your waist as he held you steady.

“You look lost, sweetheart. Did I just fuck all the common sense straight outta’ you?” He teased, licking over his lips and walking you backwards the last few steps, until your back met the chilled metal of the blue jeep. His nose nuzzled along your jaw before coming up to your ear, nipping lightly at it. “How’re you feeling?” The words were whispered, hot breath fanning over your skin and sending shockwaves across you, your back arching up into his chest as you finally let yourself whimper into his ear, a wet kiss being placed to your cheek.

“Like I need cum again, soon. Please give me what I need, Stiles. I need it. Now.” He let out a ragged breath against your skin, his fingers fumbling along the side of the vehicle as he nodded, cheeks flushed as he pulled back to look at you, equally as breathless as he was. He moved out from before you, opening the driver’s door and hopping in quickly. Your hand reached across him, tugging the lever on the side of the chair up swiftly and the leather seat groaned as it fell backwards, his body going with it, a yelp leaving his lips at the action.

Pushing yourself up, you straddled his lap in the chair, pulling the door shut behind you and a groan left his lips when you rolled your hips down into his, grinding against his already semi-hard cock. His hands slipped up to find your hips as your mouth worked along his jaw, nipping and sucking at the taut skin, fingers playing with the buttons of his flannel.

“Here? Really?” He tried to tease, to let out a chuckle, but it morphed into another moan as your fingers scratched across his chest through the material. You were swiftly tugging up the material of his top, pushing it over his head and discarding it to the backseat so you could kiss further down his chest, moving as far back as you could until your back was pressed against the wheel, and he propped himself up on his elbows to watch you play with his jeans and belt once again.

The windows were beginning to fog up, the heat in the jeep overwhelming and his steady fingers replaced your frantic and shaking ones, popping the button and tearing the zipper down. He was painfully hard against the confines of his boxers, tented and a wet patch pooling with precum. You snapped the elastic against him, an aggravated moan falling from his lips at the action and his eyes found yours as his glare held no strength. “Don’t tease me, baby.”

“You teased me.” You retorted, repeating the action as a growl fell from his lips. Without warning, his hand slid along your thigh, pressing harshly to your clit through your panties, no movement, but the pressure alone so suddenly caused you to jump, a whine leaving your lips as you tried to move your hips for friction, but his digit stayed still, bringing you more longing and less pleasure, a sigh falling from your lips as you caved. “Stiles!”

He chuckled at your desperation, pulling his touch away from you entirely, before he was pushing the sodden lace to the side, the fabric burning against your skin slightly as he eased two fingers through your slick folds. “What do you need, princess?”

“This.” You mumbled, cupping him through his boxers and a needy moan left him at the contact, his hips bucking up into you as he nodded.

“Fuck, you got it. Whatever you want, baby.” His words trailed off as he gasped, his fingers easing into your core to stretch you out as you pulled him from his boxers, the elastic pushing against his base as you pulled him out just enough to free his pulsating cock, precum once again dribbling from the swollen and red tip. He pulled his fingers from you, sucking them into his mouth with a smirk and your fist moving over his shaft faltered at the action, your eyes widening as you looked at him.

He wiggled his hips below you, getting himself comfortable as you dragged the throbbing head to your glistening hole, teasing both of you for just a moment, before a growl left him and his hands found your hips.

“Sit your pretty little pussy on my cock before I drag you from this jeep and bend you over the hood for everyone to see.” A loud moan of his name fell from your lips as you happily seated yourself down onto him, a grunt leaving him as your walls clenched around him, unused to the feeling of him from this angle.

Your fingernails dug crescent moon shapes into the pale skin of his chest as you felt his heart thud under your palm, beating rapidly and aggressively. Rocking your hips down, you tested how you felt, never having had any control in this situation before and you quite liked the idea of it. The fingers sitting on your hips flexed as he gripped you tightly, bunching up the material of your dress as he formed fists at the slow motions you were making.

“C’mon, princess, don’t tease me.” You grinned down at him, adjusting yourself slightly until you were able to pick up more of a pace, your jaw dropping at each place he was able to tap inside of you as you rose and fell onto his dick, happily pleasing yourself as he bucked up slightly to meet your motions. You were setting a steady rhythm, your hips slamming with his as each of you moved, your nails leaving scratches on his chest as they raked at his skin, his own hands pawing at your tits and ass as he encouraged your movements, the vehicle squeaking slightly as it rocked angrily in its spot.

The combined sounds of your moans were filling his ears, your name leaving his mouth in growls and grunts as he spiralled with you toward your edge, and you squealed happily as you fell forward and into his chest. Your lips found his in a wet mess of tongues and lips as you kissed sloppy, mouths pressed together and tongues playing as you panted and whispered pleas and begs to one another.

The heat in the car was almost suffocating, the windows dripping with condensation and with one particularly hard thrust into you from Stiles, a scream left you, your eyes rolling back as he chuckled darkly and repeated the action. Your body was on fire, your muscles tight as your orgasm crept through you until it was exploding behind your eyes. You reached out, limbs shaking as you came around him hard, one of your hands smearing across the foggy window as the other ripped at the chair behind him, your body trembling above him and he cried out as your walls clamped around him.

Hot strings of cum shot from his tip and coating your walls, filling you to the brim as your eyes rolled back at the feeling, his thrusts slowing as he slowed his movements to a halt, his cock still sitting snugly inside you. “Holy shit, princess.” He was breathless, a dopey smile on his face as you collapsed onto his bare chest, a weak laugh leaving you as you kissed at his slightly sweaty skin.

“‘Holy shit’ me? Holy shit, you, Sti.” You snuggly against him happily, leaning up to press a kiss to his lips as his hand found your hips. His cock was softening within you, and you knelt up, holding your dress, up as you kneeled above him, his half-hard member slipping from you as the mixture of your two juices ran down the insides of your legs.

He let out a choked noise, and your eyes snapped up to his to see him watching fixedly as your core still clenched and unclenched at the absence, his arousal dripping from you, and his cock twitched just from the sight. With a groan, he tucked himself into his boxers, zipping up his jeans but leaving them unbuttoned and belt loose as he became preoccupied with scooping the fluids that were trailing along your quivering legs up for you to see.

“Open wide for me, baby.” Your jaw dropped on command, and he beamed cheekily as he pushed his fingers between your lips, your tongue swirling around the skinny digits to clean them as you hummed, lapping at your combined essence happily. “God, you’re so perfect.”

You winked at him as his fingers left yours with a ‘pop’, and his hand closed over your cheek, pulling your face down so he could peck at your lips gently, a smile pulling on his features as your body tried to steady your breathing. Reaching down beside his seat, you pulled on the trigger, his body coming up to meet yours as his chair came up its normal position, your chests pressing together as he held you tightly. “So, where did all that come from?”

His cheeks flushed as he pulled away to look at you, jaw parting slightly and he cleared his throat, avoiding your gaze. “I just love you a lot, and I wanted to make you happy.”

“I’m always happy when I’m with you, Stiles. You didn’t have to go to any extra measures.” You whispered, your node bumping against his as you smoothed out the skirt of your dress, reaching past him to claim his shirt from the backseat of the car from him.

“Actually.. this was incredible, and if you liked it, I would definitely like to keep it up.” He mumbled, tugging the fabric over his head as you giggled, letting him press a series of kisses to your cheeks and nose.

“I loved it. We can definitely keep it up, but only on one condition.” He raised a brow at you, a small smirk taking over his features as he titled his head to the side in question, running a hand through his hair as he watched you collapse into the passenger seat beside him with a grin. “I want to go home and cuddle. I missed you, and I’m tired, and I really want some food.”

“How about you stay the night at mine, and we watch Star Wars and order pizza?”

“There’s a very definite reason you have my heart, Stiles Stilinski.” You cupped his face, bringing his lips to yours as he hummed happily at the contact. “We should leave before everyone comes out of the bar and finds the car looking like we hot-boxed it without them.”

He chuckled at your words, nodding in agreement as he fished into his pocket for his keys, pushing them into the ignition and twisting to turn the car on. Leaning forward, he wiped a large hand over the foggy windscreen, clearing the steam you had both created away, and he jumped with a curse as he caught sight of the group standing in the shine of the headlights before the car. “Oh, busted.”

Your brows furrowed as you looked at him, before following his gaze out of the window, a low scream leaving your lips and your hands came up to cover your face as you groaned in embarrassment. With a knock on the window, Stiles rolled it down, a coy smirk on his lips as Malia handed him your bag and jumper, the chuckles of your friends ringing in your ears, and the hoots and hollers from the boys outside sounding loud too as they congratulated Stiles.

He turned to look at you, his eyes sparkling with familiar mischief as he put the car into gear, his hand finding your thigh as he began the drive home, excitement coursing through the both of you at your new discoveries, and what you would try next time.