Rapp Corporation was the leading marketing firm in the world. Companies like Disney, Sony and Southwest paid millions of dollars to be associated with it. It represented actors, athletes, business moguls and small businesses. While it was in high demand it was also reasonable - sponsoring schools and nonprofit organizations around the world.
The single person driving the reigns to the crazy international kingdom that resided in London was Mitch Rapp . That’s right. He was part of a decade of strong, successful businessmen.
And he was your boss.
You had literally stumbled into the job of personal assistant. Literally. You were walking out of a coffee shop, resumes in hand when you ran into his large, hard frame. You landed on your ass and when you were able to recover, you were looking into the deepest chocolate eyes you had ever seen. His bright white teeth clashed against his tan skin, his dark locks perfectly framing his face.
Then you remembered that you had spilled coffee on one of the most powerful, young bachelors in the world.
You had also spilled coffee all over your resume and you groaned in realization, the expensive fresh pages coated in thick lakes of coffee. He had helped you pick up the lost keys to your future, taking a second to read over your resume and offered you a job. He was on the way to meet someone about being his personal assistant and you did just get your masters in public relations. You could intern while still making money and if you showed promise he promised to promote you.
Sometimes life really does work out in your favor. Sit in that for five seconds then remember that your boss is one of the sexiest, most successful young CEO’s in the world.
Not only is he attractive but he has the work ethic of an ox. And it made working for him damn hard. Probably harder than managing the clients he had. He was constantly in meetings, constantly leaving early in the morning and late in the evening. Going to galas and charity events, charming new people. He opened up smaller chains in areas in the world stricken by poverty to try to help increase job opportunities. He volunteered at schools and hospitals. He spent his Thanksgiving and Christmas and any other holiday of giving providing food for those in need. Always. He’s always been like this.
Mitch wasn’t just a CEO. Wasn’t even human.
He was a goddamn saint sent from heaven to wreak havoc on earth.
It was on such an occasion that he had asked you to attend one of his events - a large gala celebrating 50 years of business with his father and grandfather. The whole legacy under one roof. You didn’t understand why you were asked to attend. As his assistant sure you had to manage the media and who visited him. But that had been hours ago. The night was now thriving off the rich and famous drunkenly dancing and teasing each other. Mitch never drank more than two glasses of anything at events like these so you didn’t have to babysit him. But you also wanted to go home if he didn’t need you and that he refused.
You watched him as he laughed along with two of his most trusted partners, Scott Mccall and Derek Hale as they sipped expensive champagne and spoke lowly among each other. Mitch was wearing a tailored blue suit, his white button up popping against a black tie. His slight beard had grown since he shaved it these past two days and was now a short beard and all you could think about was how it would feel between your legs.
You shook your head, returning your eyes to your blackberry. You had to get it together. Everyone teased you that he had a thing for you. He never had women assistants. Preferred men to ensure that things stayed professional. Never offered people jobs on the spot either.
There was just something about you they would tease.
Well he sure as hell wasn’t making a move so until he did it would have to stay a mystery.
“You’re still working for him.”
The soft voice takes you off guard and you jump a bit, breaking from your thoughts as your eyes fall on your assailant. Standing in a dark red gown, her pale skin contrasting with her perfectly coiffed dark hair is Katrina Mendes.
Ex-girlfriend of Mitch Rapp.
She takes a seat beside you, the soft smell of Chanel wafting off her skin as she continues.
“Didn’t think a fragile little thing like you would survive a man like him.”
You knew what she was doing. Her younger sister, Annika , had warned you about this months ago. When you had accidentally ran into her at a golf tournament with Mitch. She loved him still. Despite the fact that she married someone new, moved across the world, she still loved and wanted him. Didn’t want anyone else to claim him.
You were a threat. You were beautiful, intelligent. charming and apparently upon Scott’s teasing, he spoke about you a lot. Katrina hated you. And reminded you every time she saw you.
“Surprised you’re here. Thought you’d be back in America with your husband. Oh wait, he’s in Japan with his mistress of the month.”
It was no secret her husband cheated on her. She even laughed about it but deep down you knew it killed her inside. Killed her that she chose a man like that over a man like Mitch. It made you even empathize for her…until she opened her mouth and you were reminded that karma was real.
She narrows her eyes at you before deliberately taking the large flute of champagne in her hand and slowly tilting it on your dress. On your $3,000 dress you had charged on your credit card that you had planned on returning tomorrow. You had only bought the navy blue gown to try to impress Mitch, hoping he would be charmed by the way it looked on your body.
It hadn’t and now, on top of rejection, she had ruined it and put you $3,000 in the hole.
“Have fun returning your De la Rented dress.” she smirks at you as you stand, the champagne trailing down the front of the long gown. You try to bite back tears, try not to bring too much attention to yourself as you pat at he gown down with a napkin before looking at her.
“I really hope you’re happy making other people’s life miserable Katrina. Because from what I hear, you used to be an awesome person and now, now you’re just a lonely bitch.”
You don’t notice the crowd of people who have been crowding around, watching the small scene unfold. Don’t see Mitch head toward you as you make your way down to the hallway to the family restroom. You don’t realize the tears that have been falling down your cheeks until you feel him grab your arm, turning you gently toward him.
“Y/N…” your name sounds different on his tongue and the way he’s looking at you has you sobbing harder. You try to push him away as he draws you to him, his large sculpted arms surrounding you as he whispers,
“Just let it all out.”
You don’t know why you’re crying. Maybe it’s the fact that you’ve wasted $3,000 on a dress that had made little impact in your life. Maybe its because you’ve been up since 4:30 because of him, trying to make his night perfect. You missed having a social life. Missed your mom and dad and siblings. Missed your small loft in London.
Missed all of this because of him and he didn’t even give a damn.
The thought drives your sobs deeper and his grip tightens around you as you cry harder, his large hands rubbing your back. His mouth hushes you and he rocks you before you start to calm down, your sobs tampering off and you pull away, shaking your head. You want to apologize for your unprofessionalism and you also wanted to tell him he could take his assistant job and fuck off but then his left hand is hooking under your chin as he tilts your head up to you.
“I can pay for your dress. I’m sorry she ruined it. But holy hell Y/N what did you expect when you wore something like this?”
His right hand that has never left your body tampers down your back as he pulls you closer to him.
“You’ve been driving everybody mad wearing this,” he eyes are shifting now, darkening around the pupils as he licks his lips. “It should be a condemned sin.”
His voice has dropped an octave and the deep bass draws a shiver up your spine. You give your lip a light bite and he gives a short groan, the pad of his thumb brushing over the exposed skin. His hand tightens around your waist as he whispers,
“You should be a condemned sin.”
You’re looking up at him confused, trying to register what he was saying. He watches you back, trying to get a read on you before he straightens, pulling from you.
“I hope you’re feeling better.” he croaks, backing away as he takes you in one last time before he turns on his heel. You stop him, your hand shooting for his arm. You walk around him, his hair covering his pinched eyes as you whisper,
“What do you mean by that Mitch?”
He doesn’t look at you as he manages out,
“I’ve drank too much. I shouldn’t…” he looks at you and groans. “You just, I should have asked you out and not have offered you a job.”
The words takes you off guard as he takes a deep sigh.
“You’re so goddamn sexy and smart and I felt terrible ruining your resumes,” he was referencing your encounter months ago. “That offering you a job was the best I could do. I thought you’d get burnt out and quit and then I could ask you out but you’re so damn good. So damn good at everything you do so I’ve been stuck pretending I don’t care when all I want is you.”
Your dumbstruck as he looks at you and groans, shrugging out of your embrace.
“I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said that. We can leave, if you want.”
He’s looking past you and you’re trying to process it all.
He really did like you.
You grab his neck, drawing him down to you, your lips pressing against his. It catches him off guard for only a second before he’s registering your actions, his hands grabbing your hips as he pushes you flush against a wall. His kisses are needy and desperate as his tongue teases your mouth open and you are consumed by him. Your hands move to his hair, his beautiful dark tresses getting tangled in your delicate fingers as he moans in your mouth, pushing his hips into your naval.
You moan feeling his erection brush against you and he pulls away, his eyes frenzied with lust.
“Not here.” his voice is hoarse and deep as he grabs you and basically drags you into the family restroom you were seeking out earlier. He shuts the door, locking it before grabbing you and slamming you against the door. He lifts you, your long gown getting lost around him as your legs hooks around his waist and his mouth is on your collarbone, sucking on the skin.
“You are so damn gorgeous,” he mumbles along your skin, his mouth nipping at your neck. “Do you know that? Do you know that you’ve been driving me fucking insane in this dress” his hands trail up your gown, his hot fingers clashing with your cool thighs and his mouth has found yours. “Drove me insane the moment I picked you up and you were wearing this.” His hands ghost over your center and you give a small yelp, as he pulls back to look you in the eye.
“You’re not wearing any underwear.” he bites his lips as he glides his fingers up your wet folds and you shiver as you stumble out,
“I always run out of clean underwear and you came so early to pick me up I couldn’t go and buy a pair.”
His hands slowly traces up and down your pussy and he watches your face twist in pleasure.
“How many times have you worked with me without any panties on?”
“Honestly?” you bite down on your lip as his thumb slowly starts to tease against your clit and your hips rock against his finger. “Like most of the time. You don’t give me enough time to do my laundry.”
Your words are soft, barely coming in a whisper and he growls, sticking a finger into you as he begins his slow assault into your tight walls.
“You are so fucking wet,” he whispers as he looks at you, a wicked grin on his face. “Are you always this wet for me princess?”
You give a weak nod as he inserts another finger and you buck against him, your hands digging into his shoulders.
“I thought I smelled you the other week when we were at dinner.” You knew what he was referencing. He had taken you out for dinner after a long day at the office at a trendy sushi spot. He had been talking to you as his nimble fingers gracefully picked up one sushi after the other, the raw fish placed carefully in his mouth. You don’t know why it turned you on but it did. You wanted to know what those fingers would feel like in you, his mouth over yours.
Now you knew.
“Did I smell you princess?” he whispers a grin gracing his face and you give another weak nod and he growls, inserting a third finger in you. You arch your back against him, hands stuck in his hair as his mouth attacks your neck again.
“Tell me what had you so turned on so much?”
You give a weak mewl in silence and he pulls his fingers out, causing you to whine. He looks up at you with hooded eyes shaking his head.
“You have to use your words princess.”
“I was thinking about you finger fucking me.” you manage out, biting your lip as your cheeks flush over. He smiles as he sticks his fingers back in you, watching your face contort in pleasure again. His fingers curls up and hits you in that sweet spot and you feel your body tensing, clawing for release.
“Were you?”
You give a quick nod and he chuckles, his mouth getting close to your ear. His fingers are merciless know, pumping into you faster as his thumb brushes against your clit and you can feel that tension in your stomach build up.
“Wanna hear a secret princess?” he whispers against the shell of your ear and you hum, your body starting to give in to the pleasure he was delighting you to. “I’ve jacked off to you every night since I’ve met you, cumming all over my body from the thought of my dick being filled to the rim in you.”
That was all you needed. Between his fingers and the image of him jacking off to you your screaming his name, your fingers tangled in his hair as your walls flutter around his fingers. He groans, coaxing you through your climax as he watches you before he pulls from you, inserting all three of his fingers in his mouth. He gives a low moan as he sucks your essence off and pulls his fingers out with a pop before your leaning into him for a kiss.
He shifts, carrying you to the bathroom counter and slamming placing you down. He yanks at his suit, pulling down his pants and boxers as his cock springs free.
“Tonight I’ll make love to you the way you deserve,” he promises as he lines himself up at your entrance. “I’ll have you begging my name by the time I’m done with you but right now I just need you.”
His cock is teasing your folds as you look up at him, your eyes darkening as you thrust your hips forward. He stops you, something dark flickering in his eyes.
“What do you want princess?” he whispers and you moan as your hands pull at his shoulders.
“I want you.”
“You want me to what?” a satisfied smirk sits on his face and you rub your folds against his twitching cock.
“Want you to fuck me with your big fucking cock.”
He groans as he slowly thrusts into you, grabbing your hands and intertwining them with yours as he raises them above your head. His head falls in the crook of your neck as he bottoms out in you, his hair tickling your shoulders and you both give a satisfied moan. You rock your hips against him, enjoying the way he fills you to the brim and he moans as he pulls from you, his hips rocking out of you before slamming back in.
“Goddamn you are tight..” he whispers as he lifts himself enough to look at you, then his mouth is hot on yours as his body claims you.
His hips snap into you, desperately chasing after your orgasm before he lifts your leg and you’re getting hit in that special spot that has you screaming out his name.
“That’s right princess. Want you to cum all over my big cock.” he whispers, his hips in a frenzy as he watches you unwind underneath him. His finger finds your clit and flicks the sensitive area and you’re screaming his name again, your body shaking as you find sweet release. His hips are sloppily slapping against your as your walls tighten around before there milking him his body shaking uncontrollably as your arms find your way around his body.
You wait a beat before saying,
“Soooo…I’m guessing I have to quit. This is the highest level of conflicted interest if I’ve ever known one.”
He chuckles, his face tucked in your shoulder before pulling away and kissing you.
“I don’t want you to quit.”
“Wouldn’t that be -”
“Unless you want to. You’re free to work in any of our departments. You’re way too good to be an assistant.” he’s rambling, something he does when he’s nervous and you chuckle, leaning up and kissing him. He relaxes as you pull away, his lips tugged between your teeth before you whisper.
“Let’s worry about it tomorrow. I should at least get a year under your belt before we talk about commitment.”
He chuckles, wiggling against you and there’s a soft knock on the door and you both freeze before you hear Scott’s voice.
“…….so uhhh, I don’t mean to interrupt you two but ummmm,” he clears his throat though you can hear the humour in his voice. “Your dad is looking for you Mitch. For a photo.”
Mitch groans and you laugh, giving a lock of his hair a tug.
“Give us a minute Scott. We need to….make ourselves decent.”
“Uh huh.” You know he’s smiling as he walks away and Mitch’s eyes are glinting at you mischievously.
“How long do you think he’s been standing out there hearing you scream out my name?”
“Mitch! That’s your best friend!” you say in mock surprise and he laughs, shaking his head.
“Scott’s always had a thing for you.” he nuzzles his face in your neck before muttering. “Besides I have another round in me.”
His shimmies his hips against yours and you gasp at his dick hardening in you.
You both make it out of the bathroom thirty minutes later.
Summary: You and Mitch are best friends with an obvious romantic connection. He comes over and you learn things about him that you never knew before...
warnings: smut, daddy kink, rough sex, being called “slut”/”good girl”/”baby girl”, oral sex, unprotected sex, choking, kinky sex
“What do you want to do?” you turned to your best friend, Mitch, who was standing with you in your room. You both planned a night to hangout together after another tiring mission but hadn’t decided between anything yet. “We could watch a movie, or something…” He almost seemed nervous. “What? Assasin Mitch Rapp is suddenly out of ideas?” You both laughed.
“Well, I do have one idea.” He said softly.
“What is it?” You asked, curious as to why he didn’t tell you his idea earlier.
“Can I kiss you?” He asked.
It almost startled you, but honestly, you wanted to kiss him too. There was no denying the chemistry you two had. Your bestfriend kept telling you that you should make a move but you were always too shy. ‘Well, here goes nothing…’ you thought.
“Since the first day I met you in the investigation room , I’ve wanted to kiss you.” You confessed. He smiled and took your response as a yes.
He leaned in slowly, letting his hot breath tickle your face. His lips met yours softly at first but then he pulled back. He took a moment to look at you.
“You’re dangerous when you look at me like that,” He kissed you again, but this time harder. Without ever letting his lips disconnect from yours, he pushed you up against the wall. “I want you so bad… I’ve wanted you for so long. I can’t tell you how many nights I spent imagining this...”
“Then take what you want.” You peered at him through your eyelashes
You noticed his jaw clench in a way that made your stomach flutter. His hand snaked down your thigh and around the back to pull your leg up. Without hesitation, you hopped up and wrapped both of your legs around his waist. His lips sunk into yours again as he held you. In one swift move he took you from the wall and walked over to the bed before letting himself fall on top of you. He pulled back for a moment and took off his shirt, throwing it on the floor before reaching for the hem of your shirt. His fingertips lightly graced your stomach in a way that almost tickled but gave you goosebumps. Gently he began to pull your shirt up, hinting at the fact that he wanted it off of your body immediately.
“Are you trying to undress me, Agent ?” You teased. He smirked back at you.
“Why don’t you call me daddy instead?” You could feel yourself start to throb at the thought of calling Mitch “daddy.” But you decided to play along.
“Are you trying to undress me, Daddy?”
“That depends, baby girl...” You felt your heart skip a beat. He leaned down closer to your face, his lips just millimetres away from yours. “Do you want daddy to undress you?” His voice was low and sultry. You felt your teasing attitude dissolve as your head swirled with the intoxication of hearing him call you “baby girl.”
“Y-yes,” your voice trembled with anticipation. He smirked with the confidence of someone who knew they had you in the palm of their hand. He lifted your shirt over your head to expose your bra. He reached behind you to unclasp your bra surprisingly fast and tossed it to the floor. Your bare chest was exposed to him. His strong hands glided over your breasts. He leaned down and sucked on your nipple while pinching and twisting your other nipple with his hand. A soft moan left your mouth when you felt his teeth graze your nipple , his beard doing wonders on your chest and wherever it grazed.
He reached down to your jeans, unbuttoning them slowly as he nibbled on your breast. His hand trailed down to your pussy lips. Over your underwear he began to gently rub your clit. The combination drove you crazy.
His lips left your nipple and he kissed your rib cage, waist, hip, all the way down to your underwear. He wrapped his hands around your jeans and pulled them down off of you, leaving you in just your underwear. Mitch placed his head between your thighs and began to nibble on your inner thighs. He got closer and closer until he was kissing your pussy through your underwear.
Then he stopped and looked up at you through his eyelashes as he pulled your underwear down your legs painfully slowly. He placed your legs over his shoulders and forcefully pulled your pussy towards his face. Mitch started to lightly lick your lips before fully tonguing your clit. You moaned a little louder than you meant to, but you could feel him smile with pride. His tongue swirled around your clit , his beard grazing your inner thighs making you gasp with pleasure. It felt warm and wet in all the right ways. You were so horny that he could probably make you come with his tongue in less than 20 seconds. But you didn’t want the fun to end yet. Your vagina ached for him. It was begging to be stretched out by his dick.
“Please fuck me, Mitch.”
“What’s my name, baby girl?” He teased.
“Please” you begged. “Please fuck me, daddy.” you whined. Mitch came back up to your face and smirked.
“How bad do you want it?” His voice dripped seduction like thick sweet honey that you just needed to taste.
“Please fuck me, daddy. I want you to make me sore. I’m begging for your cock. Please, daddy, choke me and treat me like your slut.”
“Good girl,” You could tell your words had an impact on him. If you weren’t mistaken, a faint blush rose in his cheeks. Mitch leaned back and unbuckled his bet. He wasted no time taking his pants off. You watched as he unearthed his thick cock from his underwear. You couldn’t help but wonder if it would even fit inside you…
He moved closer as you spread your legs, waiting for him to enter you. He stroked himself a few times before placing the tip of his cock to your opening.
“You’re so wet for me,” He slowly pushed his cock inside of you, making you gasp a little louder than you intended to. “Are you okay?” He asked.
“Yes, daddy. Please keep going.” You pleaded. Slowly he stroked himself in and out of you. He leaned forward and began to suck on your neck, leaving marks for sure.
“I love hearing you moan in my ear,” He whispered to you and picked up the pace pumping in and out of you. You couldn’t help but whimper. “You feel so fucking good.” Hearing Mitch curse shocked you a little bit. You had never really heard him swear so profusely before. But you had to admit that you loved this little hidden part of him. He leaned back and wrapped his hand around your throat.
“You like that, slut?” He growled in a deep guttural tone as he started to pound you faster and faster. You could barely speak.
“Yes, daddy. Don’t stop.” His hand firmly grasped your throat, not enough to suffocate you, but just enough to thrill you. It made you feel strangely excited to think that he could easily choke you to death like this.
“I won’t stop until you come for me.” With every thrust of his thick cock you felt yourself coming closer to finishing. Mitch let out a low moan, almost a growl. “Fuck you’re so tight. I want to feel you come on my cock, princess.”
“I”m- I’m going to come.” You stuttered through the pleasure.
“Look at me,” Mitch leaned in close to your face as he pounded your pussy. He moved his hand from your throat and grabbed you by the face. “I want you to look me in the eyes while you come. I want to watch.” His words completely sent you over the edge and pleasure washed over you. You kept eye contact with Mitch as you rode out your orgasm. “That’s it. Good girl.” His eyes were intense and smoldering with desire. He started to slow down.
“I want you to come, daddy.” He almost seemed surprised when you said this. “Don’t stop until you come inside me.” Your voice was still trembling with the aftermath of your orgasm. Your pussy was so sensitive but you didn’t care, you wanted even more of him. He didn’t protest. Mitch pumped in and out of you roughly hitting your cervix with the tip of his penis.
“Fuck, I’m coming.” His strokes got sloppier and harder as he finished. He moaned in your ear and basked in the pleasure of his orgasm. He stayed on top of you, slowly pumping and groaning for a few moments. Your hands and fingertips lightly grazed his back as he looked at you. You held the semi-romantic silence for a while. The tension in the atmosphere could’ve been cut with a knife. But you were still too high from your orgasm.i
“I didn’t know that you had a daddy kink.” You smiled. Mitch let out a light chuckle.
“There’s a lot you don’t know about me.” He let out a soft chuckle.
“Well if any of it is like what just happened, then I can't wait to find out.”
You had gotten out of bed early dressed into your [Y/F/C] silk dress, it wrapped your breast and ass perfectly but not to much since you didn’t want to look like a whore.
You turned to your mirror smirking at the idea of Stiles losing the bet you made last week .
You had spend the day on the beach wearing a short summer dress, your hair hang loose waving through the sea breeze, you placed your shoes on the sand and pulled off your dress, standing naked on the shore. You walked in to the water untill your breast where barely under the water. You closed your eyes tilting your head a bit back, enjoying the warmth of the sun on your face.
You sighed deeply not noticing the sound of rimpling and breaking water behind you, until you feel a soft hand on your neck wiping loose strays of hair behind your ear. You open your eyes looking at the person next to you. Finding a lean but muscular figure with chocolate hair looking down at you since he is a bit taller than you, it’s Stiles. You can’t hold back a smile untill you feel your face start to get really hot, remembering your butt naked.
You instinctively wrap your arms around your breast, unknowingly making the view for Stiles even better as your breast push against each other. Stiles bites his lower lip “There’s no need for you to be ashamed [Y/N]” he says turning to you cupping your face in his hands “Firstly, because I am just as naked as you are [Y/N]” Stiles says tilting his head to the shore, where his clothes are placed next to yours “And secondly, you are the most beautiful person I have ever laid my eyes on” Stiles said tracing his thumb over your lips while biting his bottom lip.
You swallowed thickly ignoring your rapid beating heart in your chest. You take a step closer to him placing your hand on his chest “To say it simply,” You said leaning in to him untill both your lips are just inches close to him, so close that when you spoke again, your lips brushed against Stiles “You just can’t get enough of me?” You asked teasingly. You trace your hand from his chest to the back of his neck, you heard Stiles take heavy breaths.
Stiles placed his hands on your hips grabbing them tightly “I’d say the same for you [Y/N] since your always teasing me so viciously ” he says bitting your bottom lip softly then sucking on it roughly. A soft moan escaped your lips, your rapid beating in your chest now starting to beat between your legs you pulled your lip back from him “your one to talk, but anyhow, I dare to bet you need me more than I need you” you said. Trying to stand on the tip of your toes so that Stiles would see more of your breast to tease him.
Stiles smirked pulling you fully against him his fingers sliding between your legs feeling a different kind of wetness than the water of the sea then pushing two of his fingers inside of you, you felt his hard cock push against your thigh and stomach “That, my love, is officially a bet now” Stiles says rocking his fingers back and forth in you “However can last the longest without the other wins” Stiles says never stopping his fingers working on you.
You hold back a moan “What does the winner get for victory though?” You ask rocking your hips on his hand grabbing his hard erection in your hand pumping him up and down. Stiles groans “Sex, anyway the winner pleases” you purr as your muscles start tightening around his fingers, you can feel his cock starting to twitch in your hand.
Stiles pulls his fingers out of you leaving you on your edge “I’ll be looking forward to you fucking me anyway I want you to” Stiles says slamming his lips on yours one last time before he pulls away leaving you alone in the sea, desperate and needy for more.
Your mind snapped back to the present beating your body al ready at just the merely thought of his hands working on your sex. You straightened your dress out one more time, pulled your shoulders back, straightened your back and pushed your ass back a bit.
You walked out of your room passed the corridors you knew Stiles would be walking, not knowing that he walked these corridors because he knew you’d be walking these corridors. You just reached the T-split hearing hard footsteps ‘probably from a male’ you thought, you grabbed a stray of hair, swirling it through your fingers, hoping it would be Stiles . Not so accidentally bumping into this person, as you turned into the left corner instead of walking straight forward. But alas it was Derk, your Alpha “Good morning to you too Y/N” Derek said stepping aside for you “Good morning Derek , I’m so sorry” you said as your cheeks burned from shame bowing your head down.
Stiles had just turned into the corner where you and Derek bumped into one another,he saw you in your [Y/F/C] silk dress, he could see the curves a bit from a far, enough to make him go hard. He silently watched you as Derek placed his hands on your shoulders and you looked up, smiling, you said something and laughed . Stiles couldn’t help but feel a pang if jealousy in his chest.
Which was absolutely absurd and he knew so, because he was pretty sure Derek had never fingered you in the sea as he was getting jerked off by you, but, still, he just couldn’t help himself. When Derek nodded his head and you slightly bowed your head at him, again, Derek walked away, leaving you alone, Stiles knew he shouldn’t but he just couldn’t help himself, his feet pushed him to you as fast as they could.
All the while his mind was fighting his body ‘Don’t do it , Stiles ,Don’t’ but his body screamed: ‘Yes! Do it!’ Until he was so close to you that he just went utterly and completely mad, your perky breast and ass where the final drop ‘Fuck that bet!’ His mind screamed.
Stiles pushed your delicate and soft body against the wall, slamming his lips onto yours wrapping his arms around you lifting you up so he could push his body against yours. After a couple hot minutes of making out, Stiles pulls away grabbing your chin with his thumb and index finger “That’s cheating, [Y/N]” Stiles said his lips brushing against your lips. You parted your lips, not sure what you are going to say. Not that you had to, Stiles smashed his lips back onto your letting his tongue slide into your mouth, fighting for dominance with your tongue.
One of his hands trailed down grabbing your ass tightly, pushing his hard cock against you. You moaned at the feeling of him, you’ve been pleasuring yourself for these past days but never seemed as satisfied as that day on the beach not even when you hit your orgasm which you didn’t have that day but now, even the slight feeling of his hard cock against you was enough to make you wet again.
Stiles let go of your mouth and kissed your cheek to your jaw to your ear where he stopped kissing you for a second. Stiles breathes heavy into your ear “I need you, [Y/N], I need you right now” he groans. Taking your earlobe in his mouth biting and sucking it some times kissing just in front of your ear making soft kissing sounds. All the while you just grow more hornier for him.
You turn your face into the crook of Stiles neck to shut a moan down, Stiles smirks against your ear “You like that, don’t you [Y/N]?” he asks with a deep and horny voice. He pushes you away from the wall, carrying you back to the corridor you just came from, carrying you to your room.
Stiles shuts the door behind him pushing your against the door. Where he lets his hand trail under your dress into your panties “I can’t wait anymore [Y/N], I need to hear you moan my name, can you do that for me?” Stiles asks his lips muttering against your cheek.
You nod “Yes, of course I can, but Sti ?” You say sweetly. Stiles traces his hands on your breast “Yes [Y/N]?” Stiles asks kissing your cheek “I win” you simply say rocking your hips into his hips. you feel him smirk against your cheek “That you do [Y/N], tell me baby, what do you want me to do to you?” Stiles asks moaning as your grind his hard cock “Finger me, like you did in the sea” you sighed your hand traveling to his hair, pulling it roughly. Stiles nodded “Yes, baby” he said as his cold fingers slide over to your hot and sensitive clitoris, swirling soft circles on it. You push your pussy further into him, as cold tingling mixes up with a hot burning shooting through your pussy “Oh… Sti!” You moan loudly at the feeling. His other hand moving to your breast, grabbing your nipple roughly pinching and twisting it.
Stiles takes his hand off you, walking you to the bed where he lays you down then inserting two fingers inside your pussy, where he leaves it like that for a couple seconds “Look at me when I finger you [Y/N]” Stiles says hovering over your body, you nod moaning at him, he doesn’t move his fingers untill you stop moaning for his touch. Then he started pumping you softly and slowly “Ho….ooohhh…. sti” you moan softly curling your hips up to meet his thrusts so he his finger would come deeper inside of you.
Stiles starts pumping you faster and tougher with the seconds “Do you like it like this [Y/N]? Or do you want me to go faster? Or rougher?” Stiles asked remembering the bet you made “Faster, Stiles , just faster, please” You said never looking away from him.He smirks giving you the perfect pace of pumping you, you feel your body starting to shake from pleasure your muscles tightening around his fingers “Sti, I’m… I’m cumming” you muttered closing your eyes, you hear him humming, his lips kissing you passionately “Come for me, baby, just keep your eyes open and on me” Stiles says. You open your eyes, looking into his eyes, he pumps you faster and that’s when you reach the peak, your orgasm “Oh! Stiles!” You moan loudly.
Your body starts shaking slower after your orgasm, but still shaking. Stiles keeps pumping you just a bit slower now. You wrap your arm around his neck and kiss him deeply “That was amazing,Sti” you said, turning Stiles around so he laid on the bed on his back, you sat on his lap “Now I feel rather generous today, so please do tell me, how would you like to be fucked?” You asked trailing your hand over his hard cock.
Stiles moaned softly: “Call me daddy when you fuck me, that’s all” you smirked “Okay daddy”
POLAROID [ STILES STILINSKI x ISSAC LAHEY x READER ]
Warnings: smut, pure filth and smut, threesome, fem receiving oral, anal, double penetration
“Hey Issac,” you say one day, sitting down on the couch next to him, you have a proposition for him after Stiles mentioned his reaction to seeing the pictures he takes of you.
“Oh, hey, hi,” he stutters, his cheeks red, knowing you and Stiles were just spending time in the bedroom with his present. Issac is a great gift-giver, and you and Stiles have gone through way too many Polaroid films already.
“I was just wondering, and feel free to say no, but Sti and I were wondering if you wanted to see some of the photos we took with your gift?”
Issac thinks for a moment, but only because he doesn’t want to look insanely desperate and eager if he says yes right away, and just in case this is some trick from both of you, a way of seeing if he really did enjoy the pictures from Stiles phone so Stiles can kick his ass.
“Sure, yeah, only you know, if you want to,” Issac says, trying his hardest to keep his voice level and not sound too excited.
Stiles watching the interaction from the doorway, finding it incredibly endearing that Issac has such a crush on you.
Issac leans forward on the couch, adjusting his shirt to cover his crotch. It doesn’t go unnoticed by you as you reveal the Polaroids, five of them that Stiles picked, knowing they would get Issac riled up. Issac loves your breasts, both you and Stiles know this because when all of you work out and you wear a sports bra, and only a sports bra, Issac’s eyes are transfixed on them in the mirror as you jog on the treadmill.
Issac takes the polaroids in shaky hands, eyes widening as his jeans tighten.
The first picture is a rather tame picture on most accounts. You’re on your knees with Stiles cock in your hand, staring up at him with innocent eyes.
The next is a little more out there, you’re wearing those pink nipple clamps and a ring gag.
The third is when Issac ’s heart rate really picks up and his breathing comes out in shorter pants. You’re laying on your back, rope intricately wrapped around your breasts, with two of your fingers in your mouth.
“You like that one?” You ask, smirking as you scoot closer to him and all Issac can do is nod while he licks his lips.
The fourth is of your fingers buried in your pussy, a full body shot, your breasts still wrapped in rope, your mouth wide open in a moan.
“You know, there’s something I’ve always wanted to try,” you say as he turns to the fifth and final picture.
“And what, what was that?” Issac asks, his face bright red as he struggles to keep his composure, setting the polaroids on the coffee table.
“I’ve always wanted to be fucked by two guys at once precisely a brunette and blondie” you thrum your fingers against your thigh, waiting for Issac’s response.
“And Stiles is uh-,”
“I want to make my girl happy,” Stiles says, making Issac nearly jump into the air. Stiles makes his way out of the door, around the back of the couch to sit by your side, slinging an arm around your shoulder.
“Sti and I have talked about this a bunch, and we would love for you to join us,” you practically pur, moving your hand to rest of Issac’s thigh. The warmth from your hand spreads all the way to his crotch and he nods, gulping as he tries to find the most appropriate way to say he’s wanted to fuck you since you and Stiles got together, probably before.
“Now?” His voice cracks and he wrings his hands before running them through his hair, finally, finally meeting your eyes with his grayish blue ones.
“If you want,” you say, your hand running farther up his thigh.
“Can I touch you?” Issac asks, eyes flicking between your own and Stiles.
“Please,” you whisper. And your permission was all Issac needed, his hands are on you in an instant, pulling you into his lap.
Yours find his hair as he kisses you, it’s hungrier than Stiles normally kisses you. All of the nerves he previously showed gone now.
Stiles watches, getting hard as you start to grind down against Issac , his hands gripping your ass.
Your tongue is eagerly exploring his mouth, the first new territory since you and Sti got together what felt like ages ago.
You can tell Stiles is jealous because he hardly gives Issac any time with you by himself before he’s standing behind you, brushing your hair away from your neck and kissing along it, marking you as much as he can. You’re positively soaked through your leggings and you can’t wait much longer.
Ever since you and Stiles talked about inviting Issac to join you a week ago, Stiles would constantly talk about him while fucking you.
“How’d you feel with both of us stuffing you full?”
“So filthy, can’t get enough of my cock now you want a second? Want Issac and I to fill you up?”
“Want Issac to eat your pretty pussy until you come over and over again?”
“Boys, I, ah, as much as I’m enjoying myself, can we take this someplace a little more comfortable?” You ask as you brush your lips along Issac ’s jaw.
“Course princess, whatever you want,” Stiles says, stepping back to give you a chance to stand up.
Issac however takes you both by surprise by picking you up, following Stiles into your room as you kiss and suck along his skin.
“Fuck, you’ve got a mouth on ya babe,” Issac grunts as he sets you down on the bed.
Stiles kneels down in front of you, kissing your hand gently as you watch Issac strip.
You’re both eager but Stiles wants to take his time, make sure you’re on board with everything and completely comfortable.
“Baby girl, I asked how you want us,” Stiles says, pushing your thighs apart and helping you pull off your leggings, your underwear going right with it.
“I want, fuck,” you groan as Issac finally takes his boxers off and you get your eyes on what you’ve been thinking about for a while. His cock is hard and he wraps a fist around it, slowly jerking himself off. You realize that he’s staring at your pussy, now bare and wet for him to see as Stiles tries to keep your attention.
He lightly smacks your thigh, sending a painful shiver down your spine so you focus on him.
“Need to answer me before we can do anything.”
“I want Issac to fuck me, want you to fuck my ass, please,” you beg, the plug inside of you shining and catching Issac ’s eye as you start to buck your hips up off the bed.
“Why don’t you let Issac eat that pretty pussy? Make you feel good while I get some stuff ready?” Stiles asks, standing up and gripping the bottom of your shirt, pulling it over your head.
“I’ll be right back, going to get a few things together,” Stiles says, kissing you sweetly before turning to Issac , “don’t let her come, got it?”
You whine low in your throat as you lay back on the bed, your feet dangling off the side.
“Why not?” Issac asks, slightly confused by the question as Stiles just laughs.
“Because, her orgasms are so much better when she’s being fucked, and especially after getting edged a few times.”
Issac nods understandingly before Stiles leaves the room.
“Now, what was this about eating your pussy?” Issac smirks, kneeling down on the bed in front of you and gripping your thighs.
“Please, wanna, wanna know how you use that tongue Issac,” you beg, hips bucking up as he pulls you flush with his face.
Issac only groans his response, his eyes watching your breasts as he laps through your folds, kissing your clit sweetly before fucking into you with his tongue.
You let out a groan when his hand easily finds the plug in your ass, gently pulling it in and out, making your thighs tighten around his head.
“Fuck, issac, god,” you struggle for words as he continues to eat you out, his lips finding your clit again and sucking on it as he works you open with two fingers, his other hand constantly teasing the plug inside of you.
You’re close, much too close and you consider not saying anything, he could let you come and Stiles would be none the wiser. But even though he’s only touched you for not very long, Issac can tell by your body’s reaction to his movement that you’re close. He lets up on your clit, opting to kiss along your thighs and stomach instead, letting you come back down from your edge before teasing you again.
“Do you wear this plug often?” Issac wonders as his fingers rub against your g-spot.
You’re gasping when his tongue laps at your clit again, a third finger fitting snugly against the other two.
“She wears it when she wants to be a slut, feel full while we’re out in public or at pack meetings, likes to sit on my lap and feel it inside of her, knowing only the two of us know about it,” Stiles says as he reenters the room with water and a granola bar for after. He sets them down on the bedside table and grabs the lube, sitting on the bed next to you.
“How’d you want us?” Stiles asks as Issac stands up.
“Mhm, wanna feel you Sti, please,” you whine as Stiles sits back against the headboard.
”Then that’s what you’ll get, all fours for a moment, let me work on that perfect tight ass of yours.
Issac groans as you eagerly maneuver yourself on all fours so Stiles can slowly pull the plug out and work his fingers into you.
He uses a generous amount of lube as he fucks you open with his fingers. Issac kneels on the bed and kisses you through it, his hands groping and playing with your breasts and nipples as you moan into the kiss. Once you start to fuck yourself back onto Stiles fingers, he knows you’re ready for more.
“Want to lean back, sit on my cock, baby girl?” Stiles asks, lightly spanking you as you moan.
“Please,” you whine as Stiles pulls his fingers out of you and suddenly you feel all too empty so you hurry backward, Stiles arm wrapping around your middle as he positions himself at your entrance, the head of his cock pushing past the rim with a slight burn. Issac’s concerned for a moment, moving to cup your cheeks and kiss you softly, asking if you’re alright.
“All good, man, she likes the pain,” Stiles winks at Issac as you whimper, slowly lowering yourself fully on Tom’s cock.
Issac groans when he sees how your pussy is already dripping.
“Going to get you nice and ready for my cock, alright baby girl?” Issac says, his thumb finding your clit.
“Oh god, Issac, fuck me, please,” you beg as he begins to slide a finger into you.
You let Stiles and Issac work you over, Stiles lips on your neck, Issac’s suckling on the skin of your breasts as he opens you up.
They both know you’re close when you clench around three of Issac’s fingers and Stiles swears as you get even tighter around him.
“Please let me come, need it so bad,” you whine, starting to grind back and forth against Stiles cock and Issac’s fingers.
“You going to be a good girl for us? Let us fuck you nice and good?” Stiles asks, your legs shaking on either side of his as you grope for Issac’s neck, desperately needing to kiss him again.
You grip the back of his hair as you speak, Issac’s eyes darting from your wide ones to the way you keep licking your lips, “promise I’ll be so good for you.”
Issac continues to fuck his fingers into you, gliding them right up against your g-spot while you bite back a moan, trying not to come without permission.
“Why don’t you come all over Issac’s fingers? Show him all the pretty sounds you make when you come?” Stiles says, hands gripping your hips as he starts to fuck up into you.
Issac ! Fuck, fucking fuck, fuck,” you cry out as you come, feeling all too empty the moment he pulls his fingers out of you.
“Who knew you were such a sailor mouth?” Issac chuckles as he uses his fingers to cover his cock in your wetness.
“Mhm, as if you don’t love it,” you tease, feeling Stiles bite into your shoulder.
“Fuck, you’re so tight,” Issac groans, taking a little bit to find the right position to fuck into you, but once he does, you’re so full you feel tears in your eyes, way more than Stiles and a plug could fill you.
Issac ” you sigh, his lips meeting yours, like he couldn’t get enough of them, like this is the last time he would get the chance to kiss you.
You’re so caught up in the push and pull between Stiles and Issac , how each time Stiles would bounce you on his lap, Issac would pull out slightly, only to fuck you even harder when Stiles pulled out slightly, that you almost completely miss your next orgasm. Issac’s thumb finds your clit as Stiles hand tightens around your waist as he whispers in your ear, “come for us, princess.”
You scream both Stiles and Issac’s names as you come again, Stiles cock throbbing inside of you as Issac continues to fuck you. You’re getting completely overstimulated from the marks all over your neck and chest to your pussy, throbbing as you try to come down from your high as Issac makes you come once again.
“Fuck, you feel so good when you come, baby girl, so tight around me,” Issac praises you as his thumb leaves your clit for a moment, giving you a small break while Stiles gets close, whispering absolute filth in your ear.
“Sound so fucking pretty moaning like a slut for us, can’t get enough huh? Want to come again? Come while I fill you up, princess?” Stiles asks as you begin to fuck yourself down onto him again and Issac starts playing with your clit again.
“Please Sti, please come in me,” you whine and although usually you’re the one taking orders from Stiles in the bedroom, Stiles comes when you tell him to, his hands leaving a bruising grip on your hips.
You can feel him leaking out of you around his cock as Issac gets close, lips firmly attached onto one of your nipples as he rubs your clit.
“ Issac fill me up, need you,” you beg, your voice barely a whisper as you come, his thumb finally letting up on your clit to come inside of you.
When Issac finally pulls out of you, watching his come dripping down your thighs, he’s mesmerized, this thumb rubbing your clit, sending more jolts of pleasure through your body.
“ Issac,” you whine, legs shaking as he pulls yet another orgasm from your body, Tom’s hands steady on your hips.
“How was that?” Stiles asks as Issac’s fingers trail down your trembling thighs, gathering his come on his fingers.
You groan low in your throat as he holds his fingers up and you look at the white substance dripping down them. You’re overcome with the urge to suck on his fingers, so that’s exactly what you do. Both Stiles and Issac watch with wide eyes as you grab Issac’s wrist and pull his fingers toward your face.
“Fuck, y/n,” Issac grunts as you begin to suck on his fingers, your tongue trailing along the skin, continuing to suck on them even after you got them clean.
“Filthy little thing huh,” Stiles teases and you swear he’s already getting hard again as you grind against him.
You finally release Issac’s fingers with a pop, lips wet and panting as you let go of his hand.
The room is silent as Issac continues to swipe through your folds, down your thighs, picking up a mix of his come and your orgasm as he goes.
By the time you’ve finally cleaned his fingers off completely and there wasn’t much of a mess between your thighs, Issac sits back, just staring at the way your pussy clenched around nothing.
“Hey man ?” Stiles says, patting your hip.
“Huh?” Issac asks, getting pulled out of whatever hypnotic state he seemed to find himself in.
OUR SECRET ( STILES STILINSKI x STUART STILINSKI x READER )
“Please, no more” You begged, pathetically, hoping against all hope they would listen to you this time, “it’s too much…”
“We decide when it’s too much, baby girl” His sweet, loving voice reached you from behind and he adjusted his arms around you. It was a futile gesture, you were way too weak were you laid, your back fitted between the v of his legs, head pillowed by his chest, to fight back anymore. Way too spent, way too sated, way too used, nothing but a ragdoll, their perfect little plaything.
“No, please, I can’t take anymore…” you pleaded. He smiled against your hair, breathing you in,
“But I think you can, baby, I think you still have a couple of Os for us tonight. And we want every. Single. One. Of them…” He punctuated every word with a soft kiss to the top of your head, your cheek, your neck, anywhere he could reach with his lips.
“Yeah” breathed out in confirmation the other one, slotting himself between your legs, entering you in a single long, hard stroke. You threw your head back, whether in pain or pleasure, you didn’t know anymore.
“No, don’t close your eyes” The one he was holding you,Stiles, chastised you, “You will watch him, all the time. You will watch us take what’s ours, understood, baby?”
You nodded, opening your eyes, meeting your other captor’s amber brown eyes through wet lashes. He was every inch as gorgeous as his brother, lithe but muscular body, face of an angel…
You cursed their pretty faces, you wouldn’t be in this mess if it weren’t for them.
“How does she feel,Stuart?” Stiles questioned, right before twisting your head to capture your mouth in a painful kiss that made your lips bleed.
“Perfect,” Stuart moaned, hips pounding into you erratically. He was close “She feels perfect, you know that,Stiles”
Stiles hummed his approval into your lips, releasing them only to lap at the blood staining them.
“Delicious too” He cooed, knuckles caressing your cheek, “So sweet, sweetest baby girl I’ve ever tasted…” He turned to his brother, voice harsher as he ordered, “Harder, Stuart. Fuck her harder, I don’t want her to feel the pain as I turn her, only pleasure for our perfect girl.”
Stuart obeyed, grabbing hold of your thighs and laying it onto you harder, face scrunching up as he gave himself into the pleasure. Stiles swept your hair off your shoulder, placing a long, filthy lick up the side of your neck. You turned your head, giving him more space. That’s when you felt them, dry, hard and long, puncturing your skin, setting every nerve of your body on fire, galaxies of sparks bursting behind your eyelids.
Stuart’s cock was buried deep inside you, but you came from Stiles fangs.
As the life was drained out of you, you felt Stuart collapsing on top of you, pressing a reverent kiss on your forehead and whispering,
Summary: She goes on a ride with Dean. Stiles keeps a distance from her but his eyes were burning with fire. Jealousy takes over him leading to a fight between them.
It would be a lie to say that Y/n didn’t enjoy the ride. It was peaceful and Dean didn’t miss a chance to make her laugh. Well ofcourse she almost fell two darn times for speeding up her cycle, trying to beat Dean. But, overall she seemed happy and the nature did keep her happy.
It reminded her of the Woods…all the animals and the breeze and..Stiles. Well.um..she didn’t quite forget about him. At the back of her mind, it continued to pinch her. But she decided to concentrate on her surroundings rather than someone who didn’t appreciate her company. There were trees around, breeze making her hair flow back, the birds chirping around, a shiny golden quiet afternoon and a laughing crazy Dean.
Things were going nice. She felt happy.
“Woooohoooooooo!!” She yelled.
Try and beat me Y/n!!!“ Dean shouted.
“IS that a challenge?!!” She shouted from the back.
“YES!!!” He said speeding up his cycle.
Dean sped up and was before her, and they heard a honk from the behind. She looked behind and saw a car..Roscoe. She moved aside as her thoughts began to move all over the place, and that’s when she realized. Dean decided to come cycling this way and this is where the Pack are gonna have their picnic. She quickly tried to hide her face when she heard a yell.
“Y/N!!”
Ofcourse. I AM LATE AS ALWAYS GODDAMMIT. She looked beside her, trying hard to smile but ending up with a weird face.
“H-Hey Lydia!” She said.
“Are you going this way?!” Lydia yelled.
Y/n stuttered but was interrupted when Dean yelled, “You are losing Y/n! If I win I want a kiss!!!”
She felt the color of her cheeks rising when she realized that not only the Pack heard that BUT Mr Stilinski and Mrs McCall HEARD IT TOO. Ugh Dean can be reaallly annoying at times.
“Oh.” Allison giggled “It will be nice if you lose this race.”
Y/n smiled and took a peek inside, hoping to see Stiles, but he was turned around towards the right side of the window.
Wow, he didn’t even look at me. I mean atleast a hi would have been nice after his conversation with them. Sigh, looks like he is right. I am the one who is missing him. “Well um, you guys need to speed up. Hey Dean!! Move aside!!”
“Enjoy Y/n!” Scott shouted before they sped their car and were almost out of sight.
She stopped when Dean smirked and came beside her.
“Tell me this wasn’t the reason you planned the cycling for.”
“Not at all. If you remember then I asked you about the cycling before all those things happened.” He laughed when you glared at him “Okay, maybe the destination changed.”
“And?”
“And the competition…so that we can reach there faster.” Y/n gave him the cold look.
“Ugh, I am not going there.” Y/n said turning her bicycle around. Dean held her hand and said, “YOU said you are up for a challenge, so I just leveled it up darling.”
“Leveled it up?! I didn’t even pass the beginner’s level and you decided to surprise me with the EXPERT LEVEL!! Dean what is wrong with you?! You are supposed to help me!”
“Oh I freaking am. See, the more you are around him, the more you will get used to him and then eventually all the hard feelings will be vanished just like ‘poof!’” He said.
She sighed, “It’s too much for the first day. You don’t understand how I feel.”
“I do. You…you are the one who supported me when she left me. Turned me into a fuckboy .”
Y/n smiled and said, “Yeah, I suppose. But wait, are you trying to turn me like a slut?”
“You? A slut? Oh trust me, you can’t do that even if I tried.” He laughed.
There was a moment of silence. “So..you feel good enough to turn around and continue cycling?” She just nodded her head.
“But please tell me we will be out of their sight.” Y/n said starting to cycle back to the park.
“Whatever is comfortable for you darling.” Dean said.
*Time Skip*
The Pack were all a giggling mess. They were whispering and occasionally looking at Stiles
“Will you guys stop that?” Stiles snapped, irritated of everything.
“Will YOU stop that? What is that behavior? We are going for a picnic STILES, we are supposed to be like this. Laughing and happy and not grumpy like you.” Issac said.
“Enough kids. No fighting. We are here.” Noah parked the car nearby while the others took out the food and mats.
Stiles wasn’t sure why was he upset. He was confused. Yes, he kind of expected Y/n to arrive and be with them in this picnic. Maybe he is upset because of this. She could be arriving here in this spot with that nosy Dean, then that would mean they will be together in the picnic right? Then why wasn’t he okay by now? I mean everyone will be there along with Y/n…and why was he upset with all the giggling and how Dean shouted about the kiss?
“Hey.” Scott nudged him.
“Oh. What were you saying?”
He laughed and said, “I didn’t say anything!”
“Oh..I was just..”
“Thinking about Y/n?”
“Ye–uh no no.”
“Come on bro you know you can tell me.”
“I don’t know..It’s just that..I don’t know why I am feeling angry. I mean, Y/n is gonna be here I guess and then I can apologise for everything but still something feels wrong.”
“Oh..don’t worry, you’ll figure it out. But if you ask me, then I will say you are just jealous to see them together.”He mischievously smiled and said.
“What?”Stiles looked at him.
“Coming!!!” And ran away to Allison who was standing with a volleyball, preparing herself to play.
Stiles sighed and ran towards them, hoping his mood will be fine at the end of the day.
*Time Skip*
*Tring Tring*
Stiles looked back. And there she was. Smiling and laughing. And her hair perfectly flo– His thoughts got interrupted.
“HEY LOOK OUT!! There’s a bird pooping above you!” Y/n looked up and Dean took the opportunity to overtake her and he turned back.
“I win.”
“HEY! That’s cheating!” She laughed.
Oh she definitely wanted this. Ofcourse she wants to kiss him. She is not even looking at me! We are clearly loud enough for her to hear! Stiles looked at how they both perfectly parked their bicycles next to each other like..like darn couples.
And he suddenly felt a sharp pain on his shoulder. “Ow!!” He yelled.
“You need to be present in the game physically AND mentally Stiles!” Issac smirked.
“I-I am!!” He blushed. Y/n now looked at him. His face was red.
She walked over the green soft grass and finally settled down under a tree, a little away from them. She looked at Mr Stilinski , who was present there and pouring some tea and drinking it.
“Watching your father-in-law?” Dean laughed sitting beside her, their shoulders touching.
She kicked his legs lightly and smiled “It’s not funny.”
“It made you laugh. Kinda is then.”
“Make Stiles laugh and I’ll agree with you.”
“Naaaah. Atleast I can peacefully flirt with you now. Although he is literally trying to burn me to ashes right now.”
He chuckled.
Yes, Stiles was playing, but his complete attention was towards Y/n. His jaw locked, eyes frequently moving back and forth from her to Dean, how dangerously close those two were sitting.
“What? Really?” She said turning her head to look at him but then Dean cupped his hands on her face trying to block her view. “Wha–”
“Don’t look. The method is working.”
“What??”
“WHy can’t you just shut up for a second?”
“WHy can’t you just answer my questions?”
“This is the time. Kiss me.”
“Wait what? Woah Dea–” As she went on to remove his hands, the ball came rolling near Dean’s feet.
“Don’t wanna interrupt you two but can you pass the ball?” Allison giggled.
“Hey Y/n!! Join us!” Lydia yelled.
“Uh..s-sure! Sometime later! I promise! I have a company you see!” She said pointing at Dean.
Stiles chest tightened and he huffed, “Yeah!! You can enjoy with him!” He furiously walked to them, picked up the ball and said, “We are absolutely happy over here! Please don’t ruin our mood!”
Y/n now snapped. Enough is enough. She stood up while Dean quietly sat and watched the drama, a grin on his lips. “What is wrong with you! Why are you acting like this?! Have I done something now to irritate you? No right? Then why don’t you go back to your business!”
The Pack went to sit with the elders giving a little privacy to the both.
“What is wrong with me? What is wrong with you! All these days you are with me and-and spend your time with me and suddenly today you show up with some damn neighbour!”
“Well Miecyzslaw the world doesn’t revolve around you! I prefer spending my time with people who actually loves my clinginess and not lie about how they are enjoying with me, when they are actually not!”
Stiles went quiet for a while. “But I thought you only did this with me.”
“What?”
“I am really sorry. I didn’t mean those at all. I said those to make Scott and Allison shut up. Those just came out of anger. I missed you. I thought you sat like that only with me. I thought you laughed like that only with me. I thought you hugged like that…only with me. I never thought that..that you will…I always thought those moments belonged to me.” He said eyes locked with hers.
“But Sti you said you didn’t like that.” Her voice softened.
“I do, your every little gesture makes me happy. I love spending time with you. You are the only one who can make me smile and who truly understand me when.the Pack fails to do that.”
Y/n smiled and blushed. “I love you Sti. I did for a long time. You never..never really made any move to make me understand anything. I know that you may not love me like the way I do but…I need to let these out. I can still be your friend but, there will be changes in our friendship then.”
Stiles was quiet for her sudden confession. “I understand.” She smiled. Fighting back the tears, she turned around. Why did I do that?!
She suddenly felt a strong pull and they were kissing. It took a moment for her to realize what just happened. She smiled and kissed him back immediately, her hands going on the back of his neck, tugging his brown hair lightly, finally letting out the tears forming on her eyes. His hands went down to her waist pulling her closer to him. The kiss was full of love and force–needy, strong and passionate. All the emotions suppressed between them starting pouring out.
“Uhh…I appreciate your lovely moment of sucking each others faces but being her best friend, it really looks gross.” Dean interrupted.
They pulled from each other with a red face and smile on their lips. They looked back and saw the Pack smiling and giving him a thumbs up .
“Oh no.” She blushed and hid her face on his chest, while he hugged her, “I really am clingy.”
Summary: After the incident, Y/n decided to stop thinking about it and try to move on. Her mother and best friend comforted her, while Stiles spent the day regretting everything that happened.
Things were not the same as before. Not anymore. After getting home, Y/n walked straight to her bedroom, avoiding the questions her mother asked.
She cursed herself for believing in something that was not possible. All these days and months spent, she didn’t let herself get loose to the point where she needed to cry. To cry for all the efforts spent on him, still keeping in heart that he may not give back the feelings.
But this day, she couldn’t keep strong. She just cried and cried her heart out until she was exhausted and fell asleep.
It was 2 p.m in the afternoon when she woke up from a touch. It was her mother brushing her fingers through her hair.
“Hey mom.” She said turning around to avoid her eyes. She knew if she looked at her, her mother could understand everything.
“Honey, you don’t have to say anything.” Y/n’s mother said.
She kept quiet, tears rolling down her cheeks. Her mother continued, “ Do you wanna talk about it “
“Not now mom. I want to be alone for some time.”
“Okay” She said getting up, “I will get you some food. And I called Dean. He will be coming for dinner today.”
“What!!” Y/n yelled turning around “You have told this to Dean?! Why would you do that!”
“No no no! You’re wrong. I mean, I only told him to come. He knew this.” She said.
“How did he…”
“I don’t know honey. Ask him about this and…” She put her hand on Y/n’s head, “Everything is gonna be fine.”
She smiled and said, “I know mom. Everything is gonna be fine..it’s just that, it is not gonna be the same again.”
Her mother sighed and exited the room.
*Time Skip*
Y/n spent the rest of the time in her bedroom reading storybooks and doodling. But doodling made her remember Stiles more, so she decided to get lost in the books.
Finally she realized that the sun was setting down and a reddish sky appeared outside her window. She opened the windows and for a while closed her eyes and enjoyed the cool breeze.
Y/n was sad, really sad of what happened but she can’t just ignore the beautiful day. It was enough to make a smile appear on her face.
“Oy Y/n!!!”
She snapped out of her thoughts and opened her eyes. Dean was outside her house.
“Open the door!!” He shouted.
“Well, it’s not dinner time yet! Guess you have to stand outside now!” Y/n laughed and said.
“Oh we look like Romeo and Juliet!!”
“Shut up!! I’m coming down! Wait up!”
“No need! Mrs.Y/l/n has already done that!”
Now her mother came out and yelled, “It is very rude to keep guests waiting outside Y/N!!! This was not expected from you!” Dean meanwhile laughed and gave her the ‘you-deserved-that’ look.
“Mom for God’s sake we live in the same house! It wasn’t necessary to inform the rest of the neighbors about this!!” Y/n yelled back before they got in.
It was surprising that Y/n felt fine than before. Maybe because she wasn’t thinking about him much. Maybe because her mother and best friend was there for her. Or maybe she would go back to being sad when she sees Stiles.
Just then she heard a knock. “Come in.” She said.
“I saw you running out of their house today. Didn’t wanna disturb you more by asking you about it.” He said closing the door behind him.
“Oh yeah. You heard it from superhearing right?” She said smiling.
“Yes. And not gonna lie but I thought you will be very depressed about…about what happened.”
“I am just exhausted. I’m very sad but..I am just tired of getting hurt by waiting for him while he…he continued being emotionless person. Atleast now it’s all over and I know what he feels.”
He sat down beside her and said “I know it is all hard for you now. I mean it’s fine if you don’t wanna come tomorrow.”
She sighed, “Yes. It is actually hard because I loved him. I really did, but that doesn’t mean things will stop just because of me. I AM going on a ride tomorrow with you and I AM gonna walk past the pack. It is hard, but not impossible.”
“Damn, you are very challenging. Well then, thank you.” He said smiling.
“Dinner’s ready!!!” Y/n’s mother shouted.
“Coming!”
*Time Skip*
Stiles was not fine. He was infact, far from fine. He pretended like he was but he secretly missed her that day. Probably because she heard those words and he felt bad.
And it looked like everyone hated him for what happened except Scott. He understood that Stiles said those things because that was just a flow of speech and he didn’t mean it. Meanwhile Lydia continuously poked him to say sorry and Issac and others didn’t talk to him at all.
Stiles wanted to say sorry but he was just to embarrassed to say that. He could listen to the words he said yesterday again and again and then feel it extremely hard to say sorry to her after what happened.
But he was kind of convinced that Y/n was a cheerful person and she would absolutely visit them again. And maybe ignore him, but atleast she would talk to the others.
“Scott let’s do something exciting! Come on! I am bored. Let’s do something fun.” Lydia whined.
Issac glared at Stiles and said, “Having fun is what usually happened when Y/n came. Thanks to this amazing gentleman that it got stopped.”
“Okay okay I know and I am sorry for that! She is what she is and I can tell you she is gonna come after sometime atleast for Pack Meetings !” Stiles told.
Yes, it was afternoon and they were going to have a picnic where they invited Y/n and were waiting for her.
“Seriously Sti , do you know women at all? She is not gonna come. Don’t you get it? Scott we are just wasting our time. Mr Stilinski is gonna come out anytime and we HAVE to go.”
Just when Scott was about to say something, she saw Y/n.
“Oh there she is.” He said surprised.
“Told you she’s gonna come.” Stiles said grinning.
Y/n walked..and with a bicycle and a helmet. But instead of turning left to the Pack she completely ignored them and walked straight past them towards another house. Dean’s house.
Issac went running to her and asked if she was coming to which Y/n replied, “Well, I am with a bicycle so obviously not. I-I am really sorry Issac but Dean asked me before you all did. Soo…”
“I know you would have come even if Dean asked you first. It’s because of Stiles isn’t it? He really didn’t me–”
“I don’t wanna interrupt you but I am done talking about that. I will visit you all for sometime later maybe at the pack meeting. But..well, it’s different now. I am sorry.”
“It’s okay.” Issac said, “It’s not your fault.”
He smiled and hugged her went back to the Pack.
“There’s a good news and a bad news.” Issac said.
“Bad news first.” Scott said.
“She is not gonna come. Dean asked her first and she already said yes to him.” Issac said.
Stiles eyes shot up and as he felt a kind of burning sensation. It was..not familiar. Not at all.
He heard some laughter, when he looked at the direction and saw Y/n and Dean hugging each other and then getting up on their bicycles. Now all he could think is–Wow. She already got a new friend. And all these time I thought what kind of a bad person I am?? She hugged him, ofcourse. She IS very clingy afterall.
“We should leave now.” Stiles said getting up and walking towards the jeep.
“Well is she gonna visit us later on?” Scott asked.
“Well, that’s the good news. She said she would be present at the Pack Meeting!” Issac exclaimed.
Noah came out with Mellisa and said clapping hands, “Ready?”
“Very much ready.” Stiles whispered slamming the door of the Roscoe.
“What happened to him?” Noah asked while others stared at him.
Summary: The reader spends a lot of time with Stiles. One day she went to the meet the pack at Derek’s loft just to hang out as usual, when she heard Scott and Issac teasing him. Then she heard her name and couldn’t help but spy .
“Mom I’m leaving! Will be back by an hour!” Y/n yelled as she got out of her house.
It was not much of a big deal to meet up so often as they are together now. No, hold on, together in the sense of ‘living in the same neighbourhood’ together.
Y/n usually didn’t talk with the Pack much. But when she was dragged to be a ritual sacrifice along with his father she came to know the Supernatural . It doesn’t help she is as wise as Stiles and helps the pack .
Stiles told her everything about Supernatural world to get her acquainted .
Slowly, awkward talking changed to comfortable silence and opening up to each other. She found herself to be slowly getting attached to him. Not the see-eachother-everyday attachment but the other ones. The ones where he looked at her and her heart beat fastened, where whenever he gave her that precious smile she felt butterflies in her stomach, where he looks at her in the eyes and holds her hand, she feels out of this world. The only reason why she likes to be around him so much.
Y/n tried. She really tried to tell this to him about a hundred times. She rehearsed this over and over again in her mind but never got the courage to tell him the truth. The truth about her feelings. The fear of Stiles not liking her back stopped her everytime.
And so here she was. Once again, visiting her friends in the hope that he would feel the same way she does. Just a few glances, having a laugh and some touches here and there made her happy and she was content with that love. But the hope..the greed to get some more love, never went away.
Y/n crossed the street and started walking towards the loft. She noticed at the corner of the street Dean was turning back his Bike . He was a nice guy. A good neighbour to be honest. His family was always there during the times of distress for her.
“Hey Y/n!”
“Hey ya Dean.”
“Hmm..let me guess…here to see Stiles again?”
“Oh shut up you..you don’t know anything!” Y/n blushed.
“Atleast I am not blind to see your love for him.” He laughed.
“If you have some other things to tell, you can.” She rolled her eyes.
“Yes. Care to join me on a bicycle ride tomorrow afternoon? We can go to different areas you know. It will be fun to just behave like kids again and ride cycles.”
The Pack invited her to a picnic tomorrow. She couldn’t cancel that. But Dean was a dear friend too. Maybe she can adjust some time for him.
“Uhh…not sure but I’ll inform you if I do.”
“Okay, good. See ya.”
“Bye.”
She smiled and turned left to the loft while Dean turned around and left.
*Sigh* Here goes to nothing. But I can atleast hope that he likes me back right? There’s no problem with that. I mean, we spend a lot of time together so it’s not like he hates me. He probably, just maayyybe likes me back.
Y/n blushed with the thought without realizing a smile that has formed on her face.
Y/n entered through the door without knocking, literally barging in like she owns the place.Lydia was on the sofa reading a book.
“Hey Y/n.” She said, her head buried in the book.
“Oh. Hi!!” Y/n walked towards the table, grabbed an apple and asked, “Which book?”
“Geography.”
“Ew.” She said with a disgusted face. She took a bite of the apple when Lydia said, “You don’t have to give me company just because I’m sitting alone. Besides, Stiles is upstairs with the pack.”
“I-I didn’t even ask about Sti!” Y/n said blushing. “And where’s Scott?! And-And others?”
“The ones who have arrived…with STILES.”
“Oh my god. CAN YOU STOOOP.” She said blushing and proceeded to the study room.
We hang out so much these days. I mean, he DOES like to hang out with me right? Or else he would have told me by now.
Just when she was going to enter the room, she stooped. There were lots of voices coming from inside, especially laughs. They are such a happy Pack. She held the door lock and turned it..but then she heard her name.
Oh. I think I heard my name. I know it’s a cruel to listen like this but..I can listen as they mentioned my name.
“Hahahaaa…I am telling you, she will enter this room some time after and brighten up your day.” Issac said. She blushed.
“Oh yeah, and then you both are gonna get touchy-touchy and blushy-blushy like 3 year olds.” Scott laughed.
Omg what?! Seriously Scott? They are obviously teasing Stiles. Does that means he feels for me? He likes me? Or am I just overthinking things? Stiles is not talking..it would be kind of clear if he starts talki– And Stiles voice interrupted you.
“That was really gross Scott. And that’s enough. ENOUGH. You two have no other work to do besides teasing me? Let’s make this very clear. I don’t know if you have noticed but I don’t really go that much in her house, or invite her over or in fact touch her without her consent.”
Y/n’s smile faltered..slowly..as Sti continued talking..now turning to a disturbed and sad face.
“Seriously? Have you seen her? I NEVER get close to her when I sit. It was always her calling me. She comes to meet me almost everyday. She is the one inviting herself to our house everyday. Just because I keep quiet doesn’t mean I can’t say anything. She is really annoying if I keep this clear…and she is really clingy.”
“Stiles!! That’s very harsh dude !” Allison gasped.
“Yes. I know. Now I hope you won’t talk garbage about this thing again.”
Clingy. Yes, that’s what he thinks about me. Ofcourse, how was I so blind to see this? He obviously doesn’t like me. Obviously I am just an annoying girl. It was always me running behind him. He never, NEVER gave any signs of annoyance because he was polite. Why didn’t I think about this? Why? Just why? And here I thought about how he..he likes me.
Tears threatened to come out of her eyes. Her all hopes crushed by those words. The only little ray of hope she had was now nowhere to be seen.
She turned back and ran. She ran before she got weak and dropped down on her knees and cried her eyes out.
Lydia was coming towards the room. On the way, she bumped on her .
“what just happened?”
“ Nothing let’s go “
Lydia and Y/N entered the room
Y/N like usual didn’t sit besides Stiles but she took a place near Issac . Everyone noticed the change but didn’t comment .
The entire meeting Y/N was just playing with her fingers hardly paying attention while Stiles was staring at her .
The Pack Meeting was done but Y/N excused herself saying she has to do grocery shopping
Lydia asked, “WHat happened?
“What? Nothing. Just was teasing Stiles over here. And he got shy.” Scott laughed.
“Shy? Why don’t you guys ever stop? It is really enough.”
No. That can’t be the reason why Y/n ran away?”
“Oh no. She..she heard everything you said.” Allison said frowning.
A silence spread in the atmosphere. Stiles just sat there uncomfortably. He just went back to stare at the fireplace and whispered, “Well, she…she needed to know..that..now..now it..it is fine. She knows now. She deserved it.”
Y/n ran out of the house and slowed down. She now started walking towards her house, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Just when I thought my wait is over, I am gonna get my answer, it is all going to end. It really did.
LAP DANCE { DYLAN O’ BRIEN x READER ft TYLER POSEY }
WARNING : dirty talking, name calling, rough sex . this was amazingly fun to write :) ft. TYLER
I kept switching channels, zapping quickly with the remote. I was pissed, a lot more pissed than I had in a while. I glanced at my computer screen one more time, fueling my anger even more. I had paused on a very ‘interesting’ shot of my boyfriend getting a lap dance and whenever my eyes would fall on it, i would get angrier.
I was waiting for him. Not only was I gonna tell him exactly what I thought, but I was gonna do even worse. The thought of getting some sort of revenge put a balm on my wound but not enough to dissipate all the frustration. I was mostly a cool girlfriend, i believed. I didn’t really mind him going out with his friends, even to a strip club if that’s what turned him on, but seeing an other girl all over my man? No. Even if she was paid. I didn’t think it would make me as mad as it did. Perhaps it was to actually see it with my own eyes that made it worse, and maybe also that he didn’t even tell me. I was not sure if the fact that he and Tyler got filmed by people who recognized them was a good or a bad thing, but it didn’t matter because I knew. I saw.
I saw the lights of a car and breathed in deeply, closing my laptop and turning the tv off. I heard two doors close and recognized both boys’ voices. It took only a few seconds before the door opened but it seemed like an hour. I tried to keep a straight face and not show how mad I was but my heart was literally trying to jump out of my throat.
“Hey baby, sorry i’m home so late.” he sent me a smile but i couldn’t send it back. “I told Tyler he could sleep here, if it’s okay with you.”
I kept silent and he suddenly frowned.
“Ya good?”
I grabbed my laptop again and opened it, putting the video back to the start and turning the screen their way. All i could hear was the loud music from the club but slowly, I saw their faces change in front of me. Their smiles turned into fear and then quickly into an expression of guilt.
“I didn’t know we were… filmed.”
“Piss off, T-posey, I want to hear what Dyl has to say.”
Tyler makes a weird face and moves his hands up, taking a step back. I don’t even send him a glance and look at my boyfriend as he closed his eyes and held his breath.
“Can you please turn this off?”
I grimaced slightly and closed the computer again roughly, putting it on the couch next to me, still staring at him the whole time. He was going to apologize, right?
“Come on, Y/N,” he just said with a shrug. “It was just a lap dance.”
My heart skipped a beat and I scoffed, getting up.
“Just a lap dance?” I repeated, my eyes opened wide. “Really?”
Dylan sighed again and shook his head, making me even angrier than I already was. I didn’t even know it was possible.
“Alright then.”
Quickly, I got up from the couch and walked quickly and loudly to the kitchen, coming back with a chair, putting it right in the middle of the living room. I grabbed my cellphone on the couch and started looking for something in it. They both stared at me, frowns gracing their faces, but they remained silent. I waited a few seconds, giving them just enough time to let more questions run in their mind and finally turned to Tyler.
“Sit.”
His face showed fear when he understood what I wanted and he shook his head lightly, glancing at Dylan before to look back at me.
“I said sit, Ty.” i repeated firmly. “Don’t make me lose my shit.”
Slowly, he took some steps and sat gently on the chair, clearing his throat. I knew he felt embarrassed and maybe a bit scared but I didn’t care.
“Baby, come on, you can’t do that.”
My boyfriend’s words made me send him a sarcastic smile as I clicked on a song from my playlist, putting the phone on the floor.
“Hey, it’s just a lap dance, right? That’s what you said.” I pointed. “But you can stay and watch.”
I knew he thought I wouldn’t do it. I knew he thought I didn’t have the guts to get undressed and dance for one of his friends, and he was wrong. I was not the type to turn the lights off when we fucked, but I was going to show him a wild side he was not aware of just yet.
I stood in front of Tyler for a few seconds before to start moving. They both remained silent as I moved my hips closer to him and i noticed he was holding his breath. It was not Tyler’s kind to be embarrassed by a girl getting naked but the fact that I was dating his best friend probably changed his attitude. I kept my eyes locked with Tyler’s and when I turned around to move my shirt up, I heard my boyfriend gasp. The sound made the left corner of my lips raise but I kept going. I took my shirt off completely and threw it away before to work on my pants. My back was still facing him when I moved them down slightly, exposing half my ass and despite the music, I heard someone curse.
I turned my head to look at my boyfriend. He was leaning against the isle of the kitchen, one of his hands in his pocket and the other over his mouth. He wanted to tell me to stop but he knew it would be useless. I was clearly not a professional, but I was gonna finish what I started.
I bent down while moving my pants to the floor, exposing my ass to Tyler’s face and I heard him groan low, making me smile. Quickly, I stepped out of them and turned around slowly, tilting my head and flipping my hair, moving my hips again in rhythm with the music.
“Okay, Y/N, enough.”
I ignored Dylan’s order and slowly took a seat on Tyler’s laps. His eyes fell in the cleavage of my bra and moved closer, brushing my lips on his neck. I could hear him pant low as my breasts pressed on his chest.
“Get off of him!”
Making Dylan mad was making me smile and the fact that he was jealous turned me on slightly. I didn’t listen to him and moved on my feet again, rubbing my ass gently and slowly on Tyler’s thighs.
“I swear Posey if you fucking touch her i’m gonna kill you!”
This time, it’s a smirk that appeared on my lips. Mostly because of Dylan’s words, but also because I felt Tyler’s half erected cock swell against my panties. It made me feel dizzy and I moved my face back a bit to watch him. His eyes were roaming on me and I bit my bottom lip, letting my hands run on my breasts before to reach in my back to unclasp my bra.
It was too much for Dylan and he ran to me and grabbed my arm trying to pull on it. I almost fell but held myself on Tyler’s shoulder.
“You’re not getting naked in front of him!”
Dylan’s face was red and I could see the anger in his eyes. Why did I enjoy it so much?
“That stripper put her tits in your face, didn’t she?”
“She was not rubbing herself on me!” he let out without answering my question.
“I’m almost done.” I just pointed out, looking meanly at him.
He breathed in and turned around, hitting the isle with his fist. It was like I had transferred all my anger to him and I was starting to feel bad. I looked down and jumped slightly when Tyler’s hand reached for my shoulder.
“Hey, I think he got it now.”
I sighed and nodded, finally getting off Tyler. He got up too and I chuckled low when I saw him adjust himself in his pants. He bent closer to me and sent me a smirk, whispering a “thanks” before to turn around and leave. I wait until I hear the front door close and take a step closer to Dylan , who was now holding himself with both hands on the isle, his head down.
“I’m sorry.”
I held my breath before sighing low. That’s all I wanted. That, and a little revenge. I had gotten both, now it was enough.
“You’re mad uh?”
He turned around, his face expressing extreme anger but also some pain I couldn’t decipher.
“Take that fucking bra off now.”
Out of all the things I thought he would have said, this was clearly not in my top ten.
“W-what?”
“You fucking heard me.”
“But Dyl-”
I didn’t have time to talk, he cut me again.
“You want to play? We’re gonna play.”
We stared at each other for about a minute without moving. I pulled on the straps of my bra and let it fall to my feet as Dylan took a step closer to me.
“Get naked.”
I don’t make him wait this time and pull my panties down, leaving them on the floor as he walks to me, grabbing my hair tight and pulling my head back. This time, it was my turn to gasp and i held my breath.
“Is that what you like?” he whispered, his face very close to mine, anger still shown on his face. “Getting men hard and turn them on? What do you think it did to me?”
I swallowed hard, but I enjoyed this so much I could feel myself getting wet.
“I’ll show you.”
I heard his unzip his pants with his free hand and he pulled on my hair harder.
“On your knees.”
Still holding my hair in a fist, he brought me down on my knees, right in front of his hard cock. Just seeing it made me whimper.
“If you like acting like a little slut, you gotta be able to be one.”
The last time I had asked Dylan to call me names in our sex sessions, he was not so sure about it, but now, I had managed to make him mad enough to want it. It turned me on even more than I thought it would have. The way he was looking at me made me ache for him just like how his void stiles made me feel and I let one of my hands slip between my legs.
“Open your mouth.”
I quickly did as asked and he didn’t wait before sliding his cock between my lips. He went a bit roughly and deeply, making me choke on it and without giving me time to get my breath back, he started fucking my mouth. I gagged a few times, feeling myself dripping on my fingers as he was still holding my hair. After a while, I got used to his thrusts and started rubbing my clit at the same time. The whole thing made me so horny I was on the verge of cumming when he pulled out of my mouth and bent closer, his face only a few inches away from mine.
“Mm you’re a good little slut.” he whispered. “I didn’t know that.”
His words made a shiver run across my back and he sent me a smirk. I wanted him to fuck me so bad I could feel my pussy and my head throb at the same beat.
“Get up.”
He pulled on my hair and I moaned, doing as he was asking me. He pushed me against the isle, bending my body. I felt my breasts on the cold marble as he held me there.
“Don’t move.”
I turned my head to watch him take his shirt off but kept my body in place. He pushed his pants and boxers away with his feet and finally pressed his body against mine. I whimpered louder as one of his arms wrapped around my waist, to reach my pussy.
“Fuck, you’re dripping.” he whispered near my ear. “You like sucking my cock don’t you? God I love when you’re a little whore for me.”
At his words, I ground my ass on his cock despite myself, feeling it press on my ass.
“You like that? You like when I call you my little whore?” I moaned again, closing my eyes and feeling his breath on my neck. “My little fuck toy. My cum dump. You like when I use you?”
He didn’t give me time to answer and pushed himself inside me, slipping easily and deeply inside me.
“Fuck, you’re so wet.”
He hissed through his teeth and stayed still as I started squirming to make him move.
“You’re such an impatient little slut, i swear.” he said in a low tone, pressing his smirk against the skin of my back. “Feeling you throb around me is intoxicating.”
His hands ran on my sides slowly and then down my thighs, making me even more impatient.
“Beg me. Tell me how much you want me to fuck you, how much you want me to use you. Tell me how much you love my cock.”
I closed my eyes and breathed in and out a few times before to swallow again.
“I love your dick so much, Dyl .” I let out in a mix of whimper and whisper. “Please use me, please fuck me hard. I love being your little slut. I’m all yours, i belong to you.”
He cursed again and started fucking me, his hips rocking back and forth quickly and roughly. I started moaning louder and he grabbed my hair again, moving his face closer to suck on the skin of my neck. The feeling of his dick hitting deep inside of me was bringing me closer to an orgasm when when he duh his teeth in my shoulder, I let out a scream.
“ Dylan i’m cumming!”
I felt my lower stomach hit the side of the isle as he fucked me as hard as he could, groaning in my ear. I felt him shake behind me, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he spilled inside me. The thought made me shiver through my orgasm and my nails scratched gently on the marble.
When we both got down from out highs, i closed my eyes, hearing him pant near my ears. He slid out of me slowly and i felt his cum and mine glide down my legs.
“Don’t ever do that again.” he breathed close to me.
I turned my head to look at him and raised my eyebrows.
“Don’t ever get an other lap dance.” I retorted with daring eyes. “We’re even now.”
He chuckled and nodded a bit, his chin still laying on my shoulder blade.
“The only lap dances I will get from now on will be yours.” he promised, making me laugh. “That was hot, fuck. I was jealous.”
He peppered kisses gently on my back and I sighed, my lips curling.
Stiles and Y/N loved each other but with all the supernatural stuff going on they hardly had time for each other. So when they both finally had time off they took advantage of that and planned to go out. Y/N was all dolled up, makeup slayed her hair in beautiful curls just how Stiles likes it and a cute bandeau dress that hugged her beautiful curves in all the right places. As she applied her makeup she can hear his footsteps stop at the doorway of the bathroom.
“Damn look at you.” He whistles.
“Stop.” Y/N blushes.
“Well what do you want me to say? Actually right now I’m thinking of cancelling this date and lock my bedroom door so I can rip that tight ass dress off of you.” Stiles says as he looks her up and down with his lip in between his teeth.
“No Sti we are going out because we hardly ever spend time together.” Y/N says nodding her head.
“Okay fine but when we get back that dress is gonna be no longer existing.” He tells her before looking his girlfriend up and down one last time.
Y/N lts out a laugh shaking her head at her goofy boyfriend and finishes her final touches of her outfit. Leaving out of the bathroom she smirks knowing Stiles didn’t notice her not wearing any panties underneath the dress she has on. As she walks towards the front of the house where Stiles sat waiting for her, she rounded the corner Stiles got hard. The dress hugged her curves like a glove, enhancing the curves of her hips through the tight dress.He mentally groaned as he watched them switch from left to right as she walked.
Damn did his girlfriend look good right now. With they way Stiles looked her up and down biting onto his bottom lip Y/N got a little wet. “Holy shit you look so good right now.”
“Awe thank you.” Y/N smiles placing a kiss on Stiles cheek.
“Let’s go before I seriously change my mind.” Stiles says shaking his head.
Y/N walked past Stiles out of the door but not before Stiles gave her right plump ass cheek a good smack making her jump, letting out a giggle. Being the gentleman he is Stiles opens the passenger door to his jeep for his lovely girlfriend allowing her to get inside. As she got in he couldn’t help but look at the curve of her ass. When getting inside the driver’s seat Stiles inhaled the scent of Y/N engulfed the car. Boy did she smell good. She smelled of vanilla and coconut and that drove him wild.
The two finally arrive at the restaurant and Stiles got out first then walks to the passenger side to open the door for his gorgeous girlfriend. As the couple walked next to each other Stiles hand rested on the curve of Y/N’s ass feeling the flesh beneath his palm. Once inside the restaurant the two were seated quickly because of their reservation. Stiles sat next to his lovely girlfriend with his hand resting his hand on her right thigh.Every now and then he would rub circles in her thigh making her look at him with love in her eyes.
The couple ordered their food and soon enough it arrived and they started to eat. They laughed and talked just enjoying what the other talked about. It wasn’t until their desert came. Y/N ordered the triple chocolate cake that made her and Stiles mouths water. Stiles squirmed in his seat as he watched Y/N take a piece of the the chocolate cake into her mouth and moan. What really got him was when Y/N swipes her tongue over her bottom lip licking the excess chocolate syrup off her lip.
He could imagine her tongue licking on his dick and taking him down her throat. As Y/N looks at Stiles she knew exactly the look he has in his eyes as he stared at her back but she decided not to say anything. Under the table Stiles hand slowly slides up under Y/N’s dress feeling for her clothes pussy only to feel her bare pussy. He gave Y/N a look and she opens her legs giving him easier access. She feels a finger slides up her slit gathering her juices before brushing over her clit.
Suddenly Stiles finger sinks into her tight wet heat making Y/N bite onto her bottom lip to keep from moaning out loud. His finger slides in and out of his girlfriend as she gripped onto the table. Y/N gripped the left bicep of Stiles arm sticking her face in his arm to muffle her moans that came from her mouth.
“Please.” Y/N pleaded.
“Please what?” Stiles asked her smiling down at her.
“Make me cum please daddy.” Y/N whimpered.
Stiles added another finger inside of her moving them in and out of her making Y/N’s legs shake. Her hand sneaks across Stiles lap and started rubbing him through his pants. She can he’s already hard beneath her plam but still continued to rub him. Stiles lets out a growl before reaching into his wallet and puts the money for their meals on the table along with a tip. Y/N had a smirk on her face as she hustled behind her boyfriend as he drags her to the jeep.
While Y/N sat in the passenger seat of the moving vehicle her dress was up around her waist leaving her bare pussy on display. Stiles slowly pulls up to a red light and reaches his right hand to Y/N’s pussy running his hand up and down feeling her wetness. Two of Stiles fingers slip inside of his girlfriend with ease and start to move in and out of her slowly. A moan leaves Y/N as his fingers brushed her g-spot causing her thighs to shake.
“If you don’t cum by the time we get to the next light turns green you don’t get to cum at all tonight.” Stiles tells his whimpering girlfriend.
Y/N could only nod as Stiles plunges his fingers deeper inside of her causing her head to throw back. Her hand sneaks down to rub her sensitive clit to the same pace as Stiles . The only sounds heard in the car were the moans from Y/N and the wetness of his fingers moving in and out of her. She glances at him seeing his focus on the road but also notices the next light is coming up and might change red pretty soon. Her fingers rapidly rubbed her clit in circles as Stiles repeatedly brushed up against her g-spot.
As Stiles approached the light Y/N could feel it. That tingly feeling inside of her and she knew what was to come. “Keep going please daddy.”
“We’re almost at the light you better cum.” Stiles says as a smirk was on his face.
The more Stiles fingers moved in and out of her the more she would grind against them continuously brushing over her spot that made her come closer to her release. Right when she was about to cum the light turned red making Y/N curse out. “Fuck!”
“Since we’re at a red light and you’ve been a good girl tonight I’ll let you cum, but you have to cum y/n the time the light changes green.”he tells his girlfriend.
“Yes daddy please.” Y/N nods.
While other cars went Stiles reaches over to his girlfriend who sat in the passenger seat a whining mess and slips two fingers of his left hand inside her soaking pussy. He moved his finger in and out of her in a ‘come here’ motion causing Y/N to moan out. “There’s that spot I wanted.”
“Oh fuck yes.” Y/N moans.
She grips onto Stiles arm digging her nails into the skin as she could feel her orgasm come closer. Her fingers rubbed her clit making her toes curl. “Keep going.”
“Please make me cum daddy please.” Y/N begs.
“Beg again.” he demands.
“Please make my pussy cum daddy.” Y/N pleas.
By Y/N begging and pleading made him smirk as wraps one hand around Y/N’s neck squeezing. That alone made Y/N’s release hit her hard as she starts squirting on the seat of the Jeep. “That’s what daddy wanted to see.”
Stiles retracted his fingers and rubbed his hand over her pussy making Y/N groan as she pushed more of her fluids out making her body convulse. Suddenly the light turns green and Stiles sat back in the seat and drove off. As he drove home he glanced to the side of him smirking at Y/N as she catches her breath. She couldn’t believe what just happened. Her boyfriend made her cum so hard she literally is seeing stars. When the couple made back home Stiles helps Y/N out of the car making sure her dress was down before grabbing her face and smashing his lips to hers.
The bonfire night was ending and Alby lead me to Minho’s room . Apparently I’ll be bunking there till Gally and his builders build a room for me.
As I entered Minho’s room , I saw two cots , a cupboard , a dressing table and a mirror .
I wanted to cry bucket of tears as I saw the mirror . I was dying whole day to figure out how do I look .
I gasp and lift my hand to my face . Pale Skin . I run my fingers through my hair . Platinum blonde hair , striking blue eyes , plump lips . Woah I looked better than I imagined
" Done admiring yourself Shebean " A voice asked from behind startling me .
I don't know but I suddenly felt shy so I just looked down .
I guess Minho felt my emotions and started the sleeping arrangements . " Here you take the left cot and I'll take the right coz I can sleep only on right side "
I shrugged my shoulders and climbed on the cot . A sigh escaped my lips as sleep started taking over my body .
" Good night Shebean "
" Good night min " the nickname slipping from my mouth as it's natural .
Minho smiled at the Nickname and closed his eyes to welcome a new morning .
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As the sun rose Newt woke me up to carve my name among others officially making me a glader . I had to try the job as a slicer with Winston and as a cook with Frypan .
Wonder what this day will bring .
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They both walked to the dining area and Newt introduced her to Frypan .
Frypan was stunned by her beauty just like every person in the glade . The boys couldn't stop staring at her . Newt found his regular table and invited her to sit along with them .
She settled between Minho and Newt with Alby , Ben , Gally , Clint , Jeff , Chuck and Winston . Everyone took a liking to the girl , even Gally .
She found Chuck the most adorable .
Who could put such a adorable child at such a place .
As breakfast finished Minho and the runners went into the Maze and Newt lead her to Winston .
As the smell of blood filled her nose her stomach twisted .
" I'll leave you two now " Newt said and left .
Furrowing her eyebrows " so what now "
" Now we gotta make some meat for tonight so Frypan could cook it " Winston said and and looked for his knife .
Winston sighed looking at her green face " you can look away if you want , I have to do this alright . This is our food for tonight "
She didn't last even 10 minutes in bloodhouse and went to the tower .
She didn't realise how time passed and it was evening .
" Tina , Frypan is calling you to try out for cook " she heard chuck
She sighed and climbed down to go to the kitchen . Maybe she would be a good cook .
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" okay so what am I going to do ? " I ask Frypan .
" We gotta make Sandwiches " He said taking out the bread .
" You're the one being tested , so let's see how you will do . The ingredients are in the fridge and pantry which is to the right . " He said and walked away .
I took a deep breath and grab a hair tie from my wrist and twisted my hair into a bun .
I counted the breads 15 , not enough , so I took out 3 more loaves and shook all the bread out . Hmmm this would be enough.
I look around the fridge and found some uncooked chicken .
I prepped the grill and put the chickens on it to sizzle it .
Until the chicken is prepared I made the sandwiches .
As it was prepared I put out the plates . These boys have spent half their teenage years in this trashy place . Sure they could be pampered once . I served the food on the plates and quickly placed it on the tables .
As I felt satisfied with her work she rung the bell .
" What took you so long V ? " Minho teased me and ruffled my hair
" You'll see it yourself shuckface " I said
The gladers slang slipping my mouth unintentionally . I grinned finally feeling like one of them .
The boys felt shock with my work and I saw gally making his way towards me " ummm I usually don't do this mushy stuff , so bear with me " he said taking me in a bearhug .
Every one followed thanking me and making their way to me .
That night the glade was filled with laughter .
" So this is what home feels like " I smiled happily looking around myself and seeing everyone chatting and laughing .
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" See Tom , she is alright , even happier than before " Teresa says and kept her hands on his shoulders for comfort .
" That doesn't make me less worried Teresa . I have to be with her , I have to look after her " Thomas says shaking his head and walking out .
Teresa looked down , tears blurring her eyes . She hoped to be close with Thomas as Valentina had gone . But it will always be her . Thomas will always choose Valentina .
Her plan of sending Valentina into the maze didn't work out .
LOVE TRIANGLE ( STILES STILINSKI x LIAM DUNBAR x READER )
“Are you coming to the Lacrosse game?”
“Well, yeah Li. Why would I miss it?”
Liam Dunbar, Y/N’s best friend. Who she’s known for as long as she can remember and she doesn’t know about the feelings Liam has for her. Fortunately for her, he wasn’t the only one. Stiles Stilinski is well…he’s interested.
As the game started she sat in the bleachers beside Hayden with her poster in hand. She cheered him on as she held it up in the air. Stiles looked at her, than Liam, he was smiling at her. He was disappointed she’s cheering Liam and not him.
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“You cheer Dunbar but not me?”
“Stiles, I told you he’s my best-”
He scoffed “Yeah, I get it he’s your best friend.” He stomped off.
“Sti, wait. Don’t go.” She called after him.
But he kept walking. He wanted to tell her how much it hurt him. But he didn’t.
She stood there, watching as Stiles walked towards Roscoe and racing out the parking lot. Even though she didn’t do anything wrong, she still felt like the did and she knows she hurt him.
Liam stood beside her “Everything alright?”
“Yeah, everything’s fine.”
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Stiles ignored her for the next few weeks. Didn’t talk to her, didn’t even look at her, nothing. Even went as far as not showing up for pack meeting, that’s how much he wanted to avoid her. But today she would put a stop the avoidance.
She spotted Stiles sitting in the driver seat of the Roscoe .. After taking a deep breath she walls towards the jeep and opens the passenger door, sliding in the seat. Stiles looks over at her.
“What do you want?”
“I just want to apologize. I’m sorry for not cheering you on.”
He sighs angrily “You never told me why you cheered him on and not me.”
“Yes I did. I told you he’s my best friend.”
“I was being series few weeks back when I said you need to be with me. That should tell you how I feel about you.”
And it did. She wondered on and off the last few weeks if it would even work. She already knew how Liam would feel about it but she couldn’t let that get in the way of it.
She reached over and laced her fingers with his “Do you really feel that way? Do you? And what about Lydia , I thought you loved her ”
“Yes, I do feel about you and I only had a crush on Lydia , I have got over it a long time back.”
“Then I guess we can try and see how things work out.”she said and pecked his cheeks
Stiles give her a wide grin “ So pizza and StarWars , You In "
