Newshole Assflash,
the name's julie and i'm a moron.
This is a sideblog for all the various bullshit
I don't post on my main.
Mostly smut and funny memes.
Pairing: Takeshi Kovacs + reader
summary: Tak ends up being late for a very special occasion.
A/N: IS THIS FANDOM DEAD!? I hope not because Iâve got a shitload of prompt ideas after re-watching altered carbon for the 10th time. Also to everyone who hasnât read my stuff before⊠Hi, hello, Iâm Julie and Iâm a terrible writer. I do my best tho so, you know, bare with me.
Pairing: Stiles + Reader
Summary: Reader is trying to watch a movie but Stiles has other plans
TW: Smut, smut and more smut.
You were cozied up on the couch with Stileâs head in your lap, watching some weird indie movie that had turned out to be surprisingly good. According to you anyway. Stiles had been twisting and turning, huffing and puffing for the last half hour.
âThis is, undoubtfully, the worst movie you have ever forced me to see, and that includes that time you made me watch the hangoverâ Stiles muttered, angling his face so he could look at you. âShhâ you hushed, using a finger to cover his lips but ultimately missing because your eyes were glued to the screen. âOuch. Babe. You literally just poked me in the eyeâ
In a half-hearted attempt of an apology, you moved your hand to his hair and started playing with it. It seemed to distract him slightly, but you knew it was only a matter of time before he would start twisting and complaining again. Stiles had an inability to sit still, especially when bored.
âSo Scott told me aboutâŠâ he tried.
âMm-hmmâ
âI didnât even finishâŠâ he muttered grumpily. With a huff, he twisted around again, this time inwards so his face was in perfect alignment with the inseam of your sweat shorts.
âheh-heyâ he grinned as he realized the position he was in.
âStiles!â you barked when his warm breath hit against your bare thigh, his lips grazing against the soft skin.
âMmhmm?â
âStopâ you said, letting out an involuntary snicker. He knew you were ticklish.
âThereâs only like, 20 minutes left of the movieâ
âonlyâ he mimicked tauntingly as his lips moved up and down whatever part of your thigh he could reach. It was insanely distracting, and he knew it. This time it was your turn to sigh. Leaning forward, you grabbed the remote and paused the film.
âYouâre distracting me, Stilinskiâ You said with a raised brow, grabbing his chin and turning him to face you. His lips curved into a mischievous grin, his low tone dripping with insinuation.
âYeah? What are you going to do about it?â He knew you loved that voice. Knew what it did to you. Knew how the smooth, husky tone affected every part of your body. âI donât think you want to find outâ you answered with the same intensity, your gaze latching on to his. In an instant Stiles sat up, twisted you around and pulled you in under him, making sure your faces aligned.
âI think I doâ
With a grin you curled your fingers in his hair, pulling him towards you.
âYeah?â You hummed against his lips, nudging his nose with yours. Instead of answering he tilted his head, going in to properly press his lips to your but you lowered your chin, denying him the kiss, a cheeky smile curving your lips. The muscles in his jaw flexed as his fingers dug into the couchâs soft fabric.
âDonât tease meâ He whispered smoothly Laughing softly, you did as you were told. His mouth pressed against yours and instantly your tongues found each other. Â Shifting your body, you made sure to narrow any space between you. Your hands started running down his back searching for the hem of his shirt. Suddenly you remembered you were in the living room and the sheriff could walk in at any moment.
âStilesâŠâ you said pushing your chin up to stop his kisses. The motion only drove him to move his lip down to your neck.
âStiles your dadâŠâ You tried but got your breath hitched in your throat as he found the spot beneath your ear that made your entire body shudder.
âHeâs at the station all nightâ Stiles mumbled against your skin, trailing his lips even lower. Rolling your head to the side, you parted your lips slightly as he easily pulled down your tank top, scattering hot, wet kisses all over your now bared chest. Using one hands to support himself, he latched the other one on to your waist, pulling you upwards. Hungerly he took one of your nipples into his mouth and let his tongue swirl gently over the hard peak. Tilting your head back, a soft moan escaped your lips, the sweet sound driving Stiles to intensify the sucking and licking. Letting your hands drop, you found the waistband of your shorts and started tugging them down.
Momentarily removing his mouth from your body, Stiles helped you pull off the shorts along with the bunched-up tank and tossed them to the side. For a moment his eyes wandered over your naked body, admiring every part of you. He mumbled something under his breath, something that sounded like âbeautifulâ but you werenât sure, and quite frankly, didnât care. Compliments could come later right now you needed him inside you, thrusting and fucking you until you came.
âClothes, Stilinskiâ you demanded in frustration as it took way to long for him to get his shirt and pants off. With a devilish grin, he pulled the simple tee off and kicked his sweats to the side.
âBetter?â His grin fell as you took his already hard cock in your hand. Starting off slow, you moved your hand gently up and down his shaft as you pressed his lips to yours. The faster he started panting into the kiss, the faster you moved your hand.
When you felt his body start to tense up and move along with your jerks, you stopped. You didnât want to push him past him breaking point. The frustration of not getting to come was evident when Stileâs gaze met yours. There was only a slither of brown left in the dark irises.
âdonât worryâ you grinned against his lips.
âyouâll cumâ You locked him lips into a hot, wet kiss before turning over on your stomach. The couch wasnât exactly the perfect place to have Stiles pile driving you from behind. But, hey. You do what you got to do.
Arching your back slightly and lowering your chest at the same time you could feel Stiles use one hand to grab ahold of your hip and the other to align himself with your wet entrance. With a soft movement he slid into you, evoking a moan from both you and him. At first his pumps were slow and soft but as the moans escaping your lips got louder, the harder it got for him to maintain self-control.
âCome on, come onâ he chanted as he buried himself hard and deep inside you. His hand traveled down between your legs to massage your clit and you gripped onto the couch cushion, lowering your head to press your face against the fabric to keep from screaming.
âIâm closeâ you whimpered as you felt Stiles fingers dig into your hips, his cock thrusting into you at an unbearable pace âIâm gonna cumâ A string of curse words escaped your lips.
âoh god, Iâm gonna cum. Iâm gonna comeâ you chanted as you felt yourself get closer and closer to the edge. With a final, loud moan you felt your body explode with the sweet release itâd been seeking. As your body rode out the orgasm, you felt Stiles lift you up into a kneeling position. Twisting around, you locked him into a kiss. Stiles moaned into it, placing both his hands on your chest and with a final thrust came, warm and wet, inside you with the sensation of your tight walls clamping around him.
âThat was goodâ you panted as he slipped out of you. He nodded dazedly and buried his face in your neck. âThat was goodâ
Curving your lips into a grin, you twisted around to look at him. âNow, can I finish my movie?â
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