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About me: Iâm a fan-fic writer, who loves indulging into media! I love doing anything creative, thatâs my best side! Iâm also queer, so I wonât accept homophobic rhetoric.
I usually write fan fiction about Teen Wolf, Josh Hutcherson characters and and Dylan OâBrien characters. But also other fandoms when Iâm in the mood.
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Working on: 7 minutes in heaven, Stiles x F!Plussize!
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To the anonymous reader who requested a Stiles x Reader mini golf date, Iâve actually never played mini golf before so it will take some time for the fic to come out. Plus Iâm really busy right now. But Iâll try my best to finish it and make it as accurate as possible!
Summary: You and Stiles get stuck in a closet while playing 7 Minutes in Heaven. Neither of you can resist touching each other.
Smut !
Word count: 3,828
Warnings, tags & ff below !!!
Cw & tags: Emotional Sex, One-Sided Attraction (Kind Of), Trapped In A Closet, Close Proximity, Closet Sex, Making Out, Awkward Flirting, Awkward Conversations, Awkward Sexual Situations,Awkward Boners, Awkward Tension, Grinding, Mutual Masturbation?, Semi-Public Sex, Mutual Pining, Chubby Reader-Insert, Manhandling, Everyone Is Gay, Lydia Martin is Perfect, Lydia Martin is bisexual, Seven Minutes In Heaven Game, Spin the Bottle, No Use of Y/N for Reader-Insert, Porn with Feelings, Porn With Plot, Reade-Insert has never watched Star Wars, Queer Character, Queer Themes, Confusion, Misunderstandings, Female Reader-Insert, Reader-Insert has a Dress on, Reader-Insert Has a Vagina, Standing Sex, Embarrassed Stiles Stilinski, Clit Play, Vaginal Sex, Stiles Stilinski Has a Big Dick, Stiles Stilinski Has ADHD, Stiles Stilinski is a Nice Thing, Emotional Intimacy, Creampie, No Beta
authors note: Iâve worked on this ff for almost five months now and I think Iâm going insane. Donât expect the best because Iâve tried to finish it as fast as possible now. Enjoy đđ (also I have dyslexia)
Iâm not responsible for what you read and the characters are not mine!
The music was loud, making your ears ring a little. So you went upstairs, looking for a quiet place, maybe a bedroom, to relax in. But when you opened one of the doors, you accidentally entered a bedroom full of horny teenagers playing spin the bottle. A few people from different schools sat in a circle. In that circle, you recognized Scott, Lydia, Danny, and Stiles, who went to your school. Their eyes were fixed on you, making it impossible to ignore.
All you wanted was to relax aloneâŠ
Stiles immediately caught your eye though; he looked extremely handsome. His hair was styled, and two buttons on his long-sleeve shirt were unbuttoned. You caught a glimpse of his bare chest, lightly covered in hair. You couldnât help but bite the insides of your cheeks. Suddenly, you heard your name get shouted out. Your gaze shifted to the person sitting on the other side of Scott. It was your hyper-extroverted friend, whom you hadnât seen at first. She was probably the one who suggested playing this stupid game. Her hand pointed to a spot between her and Scott.
âCome join!â she exclaimed, standing up. She never took no for an answer. Her arms wrapped around yours, forcing you to sit on the hard wooden floor. Scott moved aside to give you space, smiling gently, but you looked away. This wasnât how your night was supposed to go. Yet, you glanced back at your friend and saw her happiness. She was delighted that youâd joined. Perhaps it wouldnât be so bad⊠right? So you agreed to play. Your eyes, helplessly drawn, landed on Stiles again; it was an automatic response. You couldnât look away if you tried. Perhaps it was his sarcastic personality that made him so attractive. Well it was his best feature. Other than his eyes, hair, moles and structured face, he was just captivating. Stiles noticed your gaze and flashed a sly smile. Your face instantly heated up and looked away.
It was Lydiaâs turn now. Her strawberry blonde hair, with its flawless waves and length, was mesmerising. Lydia was perfect: smart, loyal and beautiful. She could have any girl or guy she wanted, yet she was always near Stiles. You couldnât deny the anxiety.
What if the bottle landed on him?
You could only hope it wouldnât happen as Lydiaâs delicate hands reached for it and spun it. Nervously, you waited to see who it would point to. Surprisingly, it stopped at your friend. Everyone was shocked. There was a chance it could have pointed at a girl, but still. Lydiaâs eyebrows lifted in surprise initially but she quickly composed herself and rose to her feet.
Why did she stand up?
âCome on then,â Lydia said to your friend, her heels clicking on the hard wooden floor. Her stride was bold and confident. Your friend, on the other hand, was in complete shock, her face red and filled with excitement. She quickly followed Lydia like a loyal dog before closing the closet door behind them.
Lucky her. But where were they going?
âSeven minutes on the timer!â a random guy shouted before pressing the start button on his phone. Then it clicked â this wasnât spin the bottle; it was seven minutes in heaven.
Fuck.
He quickly clapped his hands together to divert everyoneâs attention. He was a classic frat boy: muscular, straight, tall and wealthy with a cocky personality
âLetâs play spin the bottle in the meantime,â he announced with a cocky smile, and everyone shrugged and agreed. Besides Scott and Stiles, who gave each other a look, unsure of what to say or do. But before they could protest, the frat boy spun the bottle without hesitation. He was really desperate for a hookup and would probably kiss any girl in the room. The bottle then pointed at Danny, and the fraternity guyâs face turned pale. He was going to kiss Danny â a guy. Who he didnât even know or notice.
This was going to be good.
Excited âoohsâ and whistles filled the room, but the stranger brushed it off, claiming he didnât care about kissing a guy. Both he and Danny sat up straight; the frat boy was visibly hesitant but pressed his lips gently against Dannyâs. The stranger visibly relaxed and both seemed to enjoy the kiss. Everyone watched in shock as it deepened after a few seconds, becoming quite sensual. A few minutes later they pulled away and sat back down. Danny winked at the frat boy who blushed. Silence fell between them; something new had definitely been discovered.
The phone timer suddenly rang. Everyone heard lots of panting and rustling from inside the closet. After a few seconds Lydia emerged, strutting confidently. She sat down on the hard wooden floor completely unbothered but her makeup said differently. Her lipstick was smeared all over her lower face. She tried to wipe it off but couldnât. Meanwhile, your friend, who was in there with her, was a blushing mess with lipstick all over her lips.
âHow was it?â you leaned in and whispered in her ear when she sat down. Waiting for her answer, you could see her body language change. In the end, all she could say was âAmazing.â That response made you chuckle but also somehow impressed. She was definitely hooked on Lydia now. Lydia retrieved a pocket mirror from her Chanel bag, retouching her lipstick as if nothing had happened in that closet. It was impressive, really. Now it was Stilesâ turn. He spun the bottle excitedly and you silently wished it would land on you. Taking a deep breath, the bottle slowed, heightening your impatience. A soft groan escaped your lips as it pointed at Scott, sitting beside you.
But just as you thought it would land on him, it turned towards you. Your best friend whispered congratulations as whistles echoed through the crowded bedroom. Giddy, a small smile spread across your blushing face. This was it â the moment you were going to kiss Stiles Stilinski. Your eyes immediately shifted to him, excitement bubbling within you. To your surprise, he had the most elated smile youâd ever seen. His happiness was palpable, a good sign indeed.
This night was finally going in the right direction.
Stiles jumped up, extending his hand. Without hesitation, you took it, and he guided you into the closet, closing the door behind you. Taking a deep breath, you tried to calm yourself.
This was it.
Then, the same boy who had kissed Danny, shouted, âSeven minutes on the timer!â
You then realised the closet was quite tight. It was filled with boxes of trinkets and books all around you two, along with clothes hanging from the steel rod above. The warm stuffy air suffocated you both, the remains from the last people who were in there. You could barely move and neither could Stiles. Your back pressed against the door while Stiles' was pressed against the stacked plastic boxes behind him. His lean frame also pressed against your chubby form. Suddenly, you caught a whiff of Stilesâs strong cologne and musk.
How could someone smell so good?
It was almost arousing. While lost in thought, Stiles tried to find a comfortable position, adjusting himself around you. But then his knee slipped between your thighs, causing your knee to slip under his crouch. Things started to feel intimate pretty quickly.
âSo, do you like Star Wars?â Stiles tried to ask nonchalantly, his breathing becoming slightly heavier. You shrugged, this time you tried to shift positions, but you just pressed yourself even more harder against him. This made Stiles yelp in surprise. A few unexpected sensations went down his cock. He tried backing away but it was impossible, so staying like this was the only option.
âNever watched it,â you answered, trying to look anywhere else but down.
âWell, youâre missing out⊠Itâs amazing!â he responded awkwardly, but unfortunately all he could do was look down. Before his eyes wandered up to your chest.
âMaybe we can watch it sometime,â you suggested, trying to keep the conversation moving. A small smile appeared on Stilesâs slightly panicked face. âYeah, maybe,â he muttered.
âFive minutes left!â The guy yelled out, before your eyes locked onto Stiles. It started to get warmer in there.
âSo, do we kiss now?â You asked him, getting a little impatient at his lack of touch. Stiles couldnât deny the strange flutter of excitement inside him so he leaned in. His eyes locked on your lips before gently pressed his thin lips against yours. You quickly responded and the kiss felt like an angelâs touch as his lips moved skilfully over yours, guiding your mouth to his. You caught a faint taste of alcohol on his tongue, making your heart flutter a little. Stilesâs hand then slowly went up to the back of your neck, holding you gently, just like the kiss. His hands slowly moved up to cradle your face, signalling he wanted more but then pulled away, which disappointed you.
A pout formed on your face before he asked, âHow was it?â with gentle care, caressing your face too. You couldnât help but breathe in his intoxicating scent again before speaking.
âIt was goodâŠâ you replied, your voice trembling slightly. The kiss was actually more than good â it was amazing. A shy, modest smile appeared on his face, with a faint pink tint spreading over his cheeks. But now your back started to hurt. Unfortunately, as you tried to switch into a comfortable position your knee went further up than expected, pressing firmly against his crotch. You could feel the pulsating outline of his dick.
You paused at the feeling, âAre you hard?â You muttered in shock. Stiles froze in embarrassment, his cheeks turning pinker than before. His gaze turned away from yours. He really wanted to escape now.
âY-YesâŠâ he responded with unbearable shame. Neither of you could believe what was happening. An uncomfortable silence followed after his answer.
âIâm really sorry, youâre just so pretty and I like you⊠and I canât control it. If I could I wouldnât be doing this andââ Stiles stammered, accidentally confessing in panic. His breathing was ragged now, unable to control it.
âI think Iâm making this worseâŠâ Stiles looked away as a deep sigh escaped his lips. Your eyes locked onto his, trying to find any dishonesty but all you could see was embarrassment and panic.
âWait a minute⊠You like me?â you asked in disbelief, and he nodded awkwardly with a smile. The feelings were mutual then â something you hadnât expected.
âI always thought you and Lydia were a thingâŠâ you admitted, a slight chuckle escaping Stilesâ lips.
âNo way. I liked her as a kid but not anymore. Weâre friends now.â he explained, a wave of relief washing over you. Now that the air was cleared, this was your chance to change everything. You softly rubbed your knee against his clothed erection, on purpose now, trying to spark something. Maybe a hook-up? Stiles let out a surprised moan at your touch.
âWait.â he said, grabbing your thigh with his left hand. Regret immediately flooded your mind. But before you could apologise, his other hand moved up to yours. Slowly intertwining his long slender fingers with yours. Stiles mouth opened to speak but the timer rang before he could say anything.
âCome out, lovebirds!â the frat guy called out.
Shit, it was just about to get good.
You wanted to continue but did he? His hands then released yours and reached for the closet door behind you. A pit formed in your stomach as he touched the knob.
Did he not wanna continue?
However, when he twisted it, it wouldnât budge. His eyes widened in surprise. Stiles then tried to playfully push the door open but it remained stubborn. Panic began to rise in both of you. You and Stiles were trapped in a tight warm closet, stuck like glue.
âHey man! Thatâs a funny prank, let us out!â Stiles yelled across the door, but the music drowned out his voice. He tried opening the door again, but it wouldnât budge. Stiles kept pulling on the knob until it finally gave way and fell off. You immediately looked to Stiles. Anxiety started creeping in. This wasnât how it was supposed to go. You two were supposed to kiss and have some fun, not this. Then you heard everyone leaving the room, assuming youâd go further than kissing. Your heart dropped as you heard the rustling outside the door. Stiles kept yelling for their attention, but he was unsuccessful. He finally gave up after a few seconds, looking at you for reassurance. Unfortunately, he was just as panicked as you were. Maybe a little bit more distracted than you, since his hard erection is pressed against your thigh.
Not wanting to give up, Stiles placed his hands on your rounded hips and attempted to pull you away from the door, but he just pressed you more firmly against him. This caused him to whimper, though he tried to hide it. It was just too cramped in there. A strange intense feeling created inside you when he touched you like that. As if you weighed nothing. Something you wanted more of.
âFuck⊠What do we do now?â he swore. Stilesâs erection was starting to get painful. He really needed some relief, a lot of it actually. But all you could do was stand there and watch him get frustrated. It was kind of hot. So after some thinking, you decided to lean in against him, more than you already were, and touched him again. Just a little, to gauge his reaction. You just wanted to see if heâd do the same, touch you like that. You could feel his unsteady breath against your ear. He smelled so goodâŠ
âI know what youâre doing. Are you doing it on purpose?â he whispered into your ear. You felt like a deer in headlights; he knew. After a few seconds, you nodded shamefully and let out a sharp sigh.
âYes⊠I mean, now it is, not before.â Your voice trembled. âD-Do you like it?â
âI do⊠but I thought weâd do this differently.â He muttered.
âWhat do you mean?â confusion clouded your mind.
âI wanted our first time together to be special, like maybe on an actual bed, you know?â Stiles confessed. A few minutes of silence followed his words.
âOhâŠâ you responded, âreally?â
âYeah,â Stiles said softly as his hands rose to your face, caressing your beautiful face. His soft dark brown eyes locked onto yours. âBut I donât care when or where it is. As long as itâs with youâŠâ
And before he knew it, you pressed your lips against his, pouring all your emotions into that single kiss. It was kind of bittersweet, a mix of longing and joy, since you of finally having him after all these months of crushing. And knowing he felt the same way was the most reassuring feeling in the world.
Stiles had known what he wanted all along â you, ever since he first laid eyes on you and being this close to you made him feel like the luckiest boy in the world. You could confidently say the same, you felt like the luckiest woman in the world right now. Every touch and whisper he gave made you more and more arousad, awakening feelings you hadnât felt in a long time. Neither of you could stop this, nor wanted to. Not now, maybe not ever⊠Nothing could ever compare to this feeling â the feeling of being loved and recognised.
He was kissing you with all his might, but as the kiss deepened, it got more more sensual than sweet. His lean body pressed against yours, more than ever. (If it even was possible). Stiles wanted to remember every curve of your body, you were so soft and perfect. He loved this, he loved you?
Stiles couldnât count the number of times heâd thought of this exact situation. Maybe not being stuck in the closet, but definitely the kissing.
âYouâre so beautifulâŠâ Stiles whispered against your lips, before moving his lips down your neck, carefully nibbling on it.
âI-I want you,â he confessed, and with no hesitation, you said it back.
âI want you too.â The air was hot but quiet again after you said that. No surprise, Stilesâs hand then went up to your chin, looking into your soul as if you were the most precious thing in the world.
âDo you want to do this here?â he asked, and you nodded immediately. Stiles hands then went down to your hips.
âCan I take it off?â he gestured towards your dress, wanting to remove it. You answered with an eager yes before his hands went under the hem and carefully folded it up, revealing your stomach. Freezing for a moment before composing himself. All he could say was beautiful before continuing. He didnât want to look like a virgin but damn, you were hot and âvery irresistible. Stiles then started to leave small kisses on your neck again before his hands slowly caressed your stomach and chest. He was down bad for you and ready to do anything even in this cramped ass closet. Your hands then went up to his arms and squeezed them with need.
âFuck me, Stiles,â and as soon as he heard those words leave your lips, Stiles slowly pulled your panties down. Wanting to savour every moment even though you were both sweating like crazy in there. But Stiles continued to praise you while quickly fiddling with his belt, trying to get it off. After a few seconds of struggling, he got it off and his dick sprang free. A few veins ran down his cock, his pubes were also finely trimmed to the grain. The tip though, was pink and dripping with pre-cum, and quite big surprisingly. But completely ready for you.
âI need to be inside you, right now. Please?â Stiles groaned, his eyes were so dilated. It was only fair to ask first, and when you finally gave him the green light, his hands gripped your round hips again and pressed his erection deep but slowly inside you. A low moan escaped his lips; you felt incredibly good, warm and tight. He wanted this feel this forever. As he let you adjust, you couldnât help but moan at the sensation. You closed your eyes to really enjoy this. The feeling of being claimed. As another moan escaped your lips, he began to slowly move his hips against yours. Taking it slow at first.
âFuck, you feel so good,â Stiles moaned as his head rested on your shoulder. You opened your eyes to see several beautiful moles spread across his neck down to his back. This made you strangely even more aroused, and after a few minutes, his thrusts started to deepen and sped up. It started to feel tighter and tighter in the hot closet.
âStilesâŠâ your hands went up to his shoulders for support, gripping them as hard as you could, leaving small nail marks behind as Stiles left tiny love bites all over your neck. Your entire body responded to him in every way possible as he thrusted deep inside you. By now, Stiles has almost reached his climax but tried to hold out, for you, and to try not to look like a virgin. To slightly distract himself, his hands went down to your vulva and began searching for your clit. As soon as he found it, he pulled back the hood and squeezed your clit a tiny bit, teasing you. This made you flinch and gasp from surprise but also arousal. Stiles quickly started circling his middle finger around it after your good response. Almost matching the speed of his hips.
He wanted to make you feel truly good. This was heaven, and hearing you moan in his ear like that could have made him bottom out. But then he placed another hickey on your neck, to make you feel good but also distract himself again. It tickled for you, bringing a small smile to your face. Every thrust now began to reach your cervix, causing your nails to dig even deeper into his shoulders. The pain was enjoyable for him though; since he knew he was making you feel good in all sorts of ways. All those moans spilling out of you only motivated him to make you feel even better.
âStiles, donât stop.â You moaned out. His other hand immediately tried to spread your legs further apart for better access to your a-spot, and he finally hit it, the pleasure was unimaginable.
âNever.â He whispered against your ear, and you could feel his hips snapping harder. The sounds of sweaty skin slapping against each other filled the small space. His breath was ragged and whiny from all the sensations coursing through him.
Your hands went up his body to his hair, burying them in his dark fluffy slightly moist hair. Barely pulling at it. Stiles cursed under his breath. His hips quivered, almost at the edge of releasing.
You and Stilesâ orgasms built up further, making your hands grip harder onto his hair. And before you knew it, he came inside you. Thick ropes of cum filled you to the brim. His hips slightly stopping for a moment to take a breather, before he kept going again so you could come too. Even though the pleasure was becoming overwhelming for him. He kept going for you. Helpless whimpers left him as his hips quivered with every thrust. After a few minutes of overstimulation, and rubbing your clit, you finally came on his cock, and nothing could have prepared you for the feeling. Your body twitched on top of him as you cried out in pure bliss.
Few moments later Stiles pulled out with a rough grunt. He held your soft body, initially hard but now gently. Slowly but surely, you and Stiles began to recover from your orgasms. His grip softened with each passing minute as he held you for support, panting heavily.
âCan we do this forever?â a slight smirk appeared on his lips as his hands moved down to your rounded hips, squeezing you again. Suddenly, you both heard a phone ring. You didnât have your phone on, so it mustâve meant that Stiles had his on the whole goddamn time. Both of you froze in realisation before you hit him in the head.
âIdiot,â you expressed with frustration before Stiles answered the phone with a low grumble. It was Scott calling, wanting to know where he was. So now Stiles had to awkwardly explain the situation and ask for help with a long and very awkward string of sentences.You stood in front of him, your eyes glaring at him.
He wasnât going to get away with this, no fucking way.
Summary: Rumors have been circulating around the office that youâve been speaking badly of Bradley Preston, your boss (which is true). He recently found out about it and asked you to meet him in his office, and things take a turn.
word count: 1,409
smut
warnings, tags & ff below !!
cw & tags: reader enjoys everything thatâs happening to them, degrading remarks like dumb, ugly (?), dirty slut, that are used towards the reader, dom Bradley, sub reader, blowjob, face fucking, gagging, light slapping, crawling, someone walks in on you two, Bradley refers himself as daddy bc i feel like he would, Bradley calls reader good girl, Bradley pushes reader off their feet, humiliation, dialogue heavy, revenge (?), dubcon (?), power imbalance
an: this is my first published ff on tumblr, hope you like it. I HAVE DYSLEXIA & not good with passive and active voices
Iâm not responsible for what you read and the characters are not mine!
âMr. Preston wants you at his office.â His assistant said to you. She was tall, dark, and beautiful. Her makeup was flawless and so was her body.
You nodded and left your cubicle. It was around 6 pm, and you still hadn't finished this weekâs reports. You couldnât understand why Bradley had assigned so much paperwork to you. But you dragged your tired feet over to Bradleyâs door and knocked.
âCome in!â he yelled out. When you entered his office, a view was presented: Bradley had his feet up on his desk while eating an apple, with his evil smirk plastered across his face. It was both intimidating and strange. You stood at the door, waiting for him to speak. But all he did was stare at you, sizing you up. His cologne filled the office, so strong it felt like a punch to the face. It was addictive; you couldnât help but breathe it in.
âDid you need something, sir?â You nervously asked.
âYes, actually,â Bradley stood up and took another bite of his apple.
âWe need to talk about you.â He walked towards you. âDo you know why?â You shook your head in response to his question. What if he was going to fire you?
âNo, sir.â You replied, before he stated,
âWell, youâre one of our best employees. You do anything I give you, even that pile of shit on your tableâŠâ Bradley paused randomly and looked you in the eyes.
âYou would be a star if it wasnât for that mouth of yours.â What he said made you stop breathing. What did he say that? His broad body stood in front of you, then he threw the apple in the bin. You sniffed his cologne once more.
âIâve heard what youâve said about me.â Oh shitâŠ
âDo you know how much money we spend on you every month?â He asked, was he being rhetorical or actually serious? He did care about money a lotâŠ
âYes, sir. One-" His index finger pressed against your lips.
âIt was a rhetorical question. Youâre kind of dumb for a smart accountant. It doesnât make sense.â Bradley laughed at you. The compliment was so backhanded, that it made you pause. All his compliments towards people under him were, and that stupid laugh made your stomach flip upside down.
âDo you hate me for that, Mr. Preston?â You asked him with worry. Bradley couldnât help but laugh again and you couldnât understand why.
âNo, but I donât like you either.â He answered.
âDo you hate me?â Preston asked you. You couldnât see if he was joking or not. Should you be honest and tell him the truth?â
âNo, but I donât like you either.â you repeated what he said.
âGlad weâre on the same page,â he smiled softly before his facial expression suddenly turned serious.
âNow kneel.â What? He pushed you off your feet, and you landed on your butt. Looking up at him in shock.
âYouâre adorable, but dumb.â He leaned over and lightly slapped your face, before gripping it.
âLetâs test your loyalty.â He said and walked away to his chair, sitting on his office chair. Before unzipping his pants in front of you.
"Now, be a good girl and crawl towards me," Bradley said, leaning back in his chair with the biggest smile on his face. He had a strong feeling you were going to listen. You felt helplessly turned on before you got down on all fours, slowly crawling towards him like a shy cat. Silence filled the room, and all you could feel was humiliation.
âBe faster for daddy,â he said impatiently as your legs and arms helplessly crawled across the room. After a minute, you were on your knees between Bradleyâs thighs. He took you by the jaw and pulled you forward.
âYou should feel lucky right now. Some girls would kill to be in your position right now.â He stated, âNow make daddy feel good.â His voice was surprisingly rough.
You looked at his unzipped pants to see that he was surprisingly hard, Bradley was really into this. Then his hand suddenly went up to your hair and gripped it, pulling it towards his bulge, gesturing for you to remove his pants. You complied and pulled them off. Bradley was wearing boxer briefs, and to your surprise his dick wasnât little either. Actually quite thick. You could see the outline in his underwear.
âCome on, donât be shy.â He muttered, gripping your hair tighter. You nodded and pulled his underwear down, revealing his cock. It was thick as hell; you had no idea if that would fit in your mouth. His pubes were neatly trimmed, and the pink tip was overflowing with pre-cum. You could hear his desperate moans. He wanted you badly.
âSuck it like you mean it,â Bradley said and let go of your hair. Your lips twitched nervously before pressing small, nervous kisses on his cock. You then opened your mouth, letting Bradley enter your mouth.
All he felt was pleasure; it felt like a warm hug. His moans were surprisingly loud too.
âKeep going, look at me.â He moaned before gripping your hair again, pushing you deeper.
âDonât stop till I tell you to.â he whimpered as you moved your head. After a minute, you pulled away to catch your breath. But then he slapped your cheek, grabbing you by the chin.
âI said, donât stop till I tell you to. Do that again, and you will be punished.â As soon as he said that you did what you were told. Moving your head again. Everything about this situation made you horny; it felt like heaven. His cock entered your mouth again, and you started to move your head like a good girl. Bradley tried to seem tough, but he couldnât help but moan even more.
âFuck, yeah.â He groaned as he pressed your head deeper. Your nose touching his crotch now, you gagged a bit but didnât stop until Bradley told you okay. He lifted your head to help you breathe before he started to fuck your face.
âI love your mouth, it feels so good. Youâre such a dirty slut. Being so good for me.â He rambled as he fucked that little mouth of yours. The gagging continued as he hit the back of your throat until a loud knock came from outside his office. Shit.
âMr. Preston?â His assistant called out. Bradley swore under his breath.
âMove under the table,â he whispered hurriedly. You pulled away and nodded before ducking beneath the table. Bradley moved his chair closer to the table so you could suck him off again.
âKeep going, I didnât say stop.â Bradley whispered to you before telling his assistant to come in. The risk of his assistant finding out was too great but so good. His cock entered your mouth again before the assistant walked in. He held back a moan, disguising it as a cough. This was going to be dangerous.
âMr. Preston, I believe you should leave. You have an early 8 am meeting tomorrow and after that another one at-â Preston cut her off.
âI leave when I want to,â he stated, feeling frustrated and annoyed at her interruption. You tried to make as little noise as possible while sucking him off. Your tongue rubbed against his tip as if your life depended on it. Bradley covered his face, pretending to be frustrated, but he was actually holding back moans.
âLeave, go home," Bradley groaned, saying it assertively.
âIâm sorry, Mr. Preston-â Her voice was shaky, she was scared of him, everyone was scared of him. Bradley was the CEO after all.
âI said leave.â Bradley spoke, his voice slightly quivering. He was starting to crack. The assistant hurriedly left the office, shutting the door behind her. As soon as Bradley heard it close, he moaned uncontrollably.
âFuck, ah! Youâre so good.â He panted as his hips moved with the rhythm of your mouth, before throwing more insults at you as he was nearing his orgasm.
âSuck it better, slut.â He said quickly. Without warning, Bradley pressed your head all the way down till your nose was pressing against his neatly trimmed pubes. He smelled so good as his pulsating cock coated every inch of your throat with hot cum.
All you could do was gag and accept it. After a few moments, he pulled back, panting heavily.
Some malira (Malia/Kira) as my gift to @sadpterodactyl for the Teen Wolf server gift giving event!! I hope you like it, these boards kinda made me fall in love with the ship :]
I do also genuinely appreciate that Malia really is feral. like yes this bitch was an animal for most her life. her favorite food is deer. she struggles to feel/understand human stuff all the time but she's making progress! and in the meantime she is a horny human animal that Must chew on stiles 24/7
What is your head-canons or analysis/opinion about Malia Tate?
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the fact that erica has a seizure when poisoned with kanima venom i think pretty definitively proves that the bite doesn't cure neurological aliments like it does scott's asthma but at least for erica's case the improved werewolf constitution and healing means that she basically never gets one/the effects are corrected too fast to be an issue without this kind of external influence. which makes liam still having his ied make sense and means that yes, people with adhd like stiles would still have adhd. also if you have depression you are fucked lol
edit: CORRECTION! Scott's asthma is also technically not cured! as part of the reason victora plans to kill him with a fucking nebulizer is because she saw he has a very bad case of asthma. now knowing that victoria is a psychopath who loves to murder werewolves i am going to completely trust her on this not being completely fucking stupid logic. for one, any werewolf would be hurt and eventually killed by this so sure, deeply sadistic but whatever. but why she picked this specifically for scott is clearly because it would be very effective on him given his history of asthma.
which leads me to believe that lycanthropy doesn't so much cure you of these issues but instead raises your physical prowess/constitution SO HIGH that they usually don't cause you problems anymore unless you're effected by something like kanima venom or wolfsbane and honestly i kinda love that?
