Sinners ~ Lust
Author: smutandahalf
Characters: Stiles x Reader x Isaac
Rating: NSFW 18+
Word Count: 5,062
Part One Envy | Part Two Pride | Part Three Wrath | Part Four Gluttony | Part Five Greed | Part Six Sloth
@completedylantrash & I are FINALLY proud to unveil the finale... so without further ado.. please enjoy!
“You’re staring,” I mumble, my voice heavy with sleep I can’t yet shake off, not bothering to open my eyes as my skin prickles under the heat of his stare.
“I’m gazing,” He grumbles back, the pout so apparent in his voice that I don’t even have to look at him to see it.
“It’s creepy.” I add, burrowing closer to his body and the warmth he radiates.
“It’s romantic.” I laugh at him, my breath hitching at the end as his hand splays across my hip. The feel of his touch on my skin floods the pit of my stomach with a searing heat as his hand slides up underneath the hem of the t-shirt I had been sleeping in.
“I love seeing you in my clothes.” He groans huskily in my ear as I arch back against him. “Almost as much as I love the little lace panties you always wear.” His other hand slides up my thigh, fingers slipping under the thin lace, and successfully pinning my body against his. His fingers are slow against my core, taunting and teasing, dragging out every sensation until it feels as if molten magma is coursing and sizzling through my veins.
“Stiles,” I whine, breathless and needy already at just his slightest touch, “Don’t make me beg.”
“Maybe I want to hear you beg.” He says slowly, each word punctuated with a kiss down my neck, across my collarbones, and along the swell of my breasts.He wraps his mouth around the hardened nub of my nipple, flicking his tongue against it as his thumb circles around my clit. I gasp, rocking my hips against his hand to create more of the friction that I am so desperate for, but he pulls his hand away and I whimper at the loss of contact.
“You drive me crazy,” He says, turning his attention to my other nipple as his one hand palms my breast. “Every inch of you drives me fucking insane. Your legs that you love to tease me with under all those short skirts of yours. Your perfect little ass that fits so perfectly in my hands while I have you pressed up against a wall.” He pauses, leaning down to bite my hip, smoothing his tongue over the sting before sucking hard and marking me. “How sexy you look covered in my marks, letting everyone know who you belong to.” He slips a finger inside of me and my head falls back against the pillows, my heart pounding erratically in my chest.
The rhythm of his finger is slow, meant to give me just enough to need more. I bite my lip, trying not to make a single sound, my only way of fighting back. He quirks an eyebrow at me, as if daring me to continue to stay silent, as he slides a second finger into me while pushing his thumb against my clit. I bite down harder, my teeth digging into the the soft skin of my lip as he catches my gaze, pinning me with the intensity of his own. The slow circles his thumb is making against my clit sends volts of electricity sizzling into the pit of my stomach until I can’t stand it anymore. My mouth falls open as I let out a loud moan. The sound almost broken, unhinged, as I’m no longer able to fight against it and he lets out an appreciative groan.
“I might love your mouth more than any of the rest. How you say my name, every sarcastic thing you say, and that sassy smile of yours you love to flash at me.”His fingers increase their tempo, driving me closer and closer to the edge with every second that goes by. He leans up towards me, breath hot against the shell of my ear and it sends a shiver down my spine, “I love how fucking filthy your pretty little mouth can get too.”I rock my hips against his hand again, arching up into his touch. His long fingers playing my body like an instrument, my frantic moans and hard breathing music to his ears.
“Do you remember that time in chemistry a few months ago, after the first time I kissed you in front of Lyds and Ally. You were so angry that you swore revenge, do you remember?”I try to recall the memory, try to fight off the fog that’s filling my mind and making it blank, but all I can think about are his fingers sliding in and out of me and the feeling of his lips burning against me as he sucks a line of deep, dark, purple marks onto my tender skin. I whimper in need.
“You don’t remember? Maybe I should remind you.” He says, his mouth sliding down my body, past my hips. His breath is hot on my core.
“They played a movie in class, the room went dark, I probably should’ve expected that you would try some sort of teasing. You inched closer, I had thought maybe you just wanted to lay your head on my shoulder until I saw that glint in your eyes. Always so fucking mischievous… I thought mischief was my specialty. I can still feel your breath hot on my neck, it sends chills down my spine every fucking time I think about it.” He trails off, fingers tracing lightly right along the top of the thin waistband of the sheer lace.
She leans in close, her fingers trailing up and down my thigh, my cock already straining against the fabric of my khakis at her slightest touch.
“I’ve thought of a way you can make it up to me.” She whispers in my ear and I shudder. Her mouth is soft against the skin of my neck, just barely there, but it’s still enough to send a jolt through me. She looks at me, her gaze intense as if silently telling me all the ways she’s going to punish me, and the look goes through me as if a string has been plucked in my body between my belly button and groin. My cock twitches tightly in the constricting confines of my boxers.
I watch her mouth, her little pink tongue sliding along her lower lip and I swallow hard. She smirks at me, her tongue darting out to trace a circle against my pressure point and I grip the lip of the table. Trying to hold onto any last shred of control, letting go of a shaky exhale through my nose as I resist the overwhelming urge to slam her into the table and bury my face between her thighs this very fucking second.
“You want me, don’t you.” She whispers in my ear, her breath husky and I can hear a twinge of need that makes her voice waiver just the slightest bit. The sound sends my blood thundering past my ears.
“You want to see my pretty little lips wrapped around your cock.” The image flashes into my head, a mental slideshow of all the times I’ve gotten her into that very position. Down on her knees in front of me, looking up through her dark eyelashes as my hands grip into her hair, inch after inch of me disappearing down her throat.
A strangled sound escapes my lips, almost a groan, which I try to mask as a cough. The glint in her eyes tells me she isn’t fooled.Her hand moves slowly along my thigh, every sensation sparking through me until all I can do is grip the table tighter and keep my breathing as shallow as possible to keep myself from feeling like I’m going to spontaneously combust in the middle of the room from the heat of her touch.
She leans towards me, pressing her lips to mine so softly her kiss feels like nothing more than a brushed whisper against mine. She grasps my cock without any warning, wrapping her hand tightly against my length, and the sound of my moan is just barely muffled by her mouth as my eyes roll back into my head at the sensation. She continues working her hand against me, applying just enough pressure to make her pace feel agonizingly slow. Her thumb brushes against my tip, my cock twitching in immediate response to her before she removes her hand and I bite my cheek to suppress a whine of disappointment. A streak of my precum glistens on her thumb in the lowlight of the room and she pulls away from me before sliding her tongue along it. Never breaking eye contact as her eyes grow dark with lust, pupils dilating, and I can feel my stomach drop again; my skin flushing as she closes her eyes and slides her thumb out of her mouth with a soft pop.
“You taste even better than usual when you can’t actually have me.” She says, winking at me before turning her attention away from me.
“It wasn’t very kind of you to make me that hard for you and then just leave me there. I had to get myself off in between classes just to be able to focus on something other than how badly I wanted to slam you against a wall and making you scream my name for everyone to hear.”
Without warning he licks a strip up along the thin fabric covering my core and my hips jerk in response to the heat of his tongue.
“But, having you spread out in front of me so I can enjoy every second of how sweet you taste is certainly a fantastic way of having you make it up to me.”
“Baby, please,” My voice cracks, heavy with need and he quirks his head as he looks at me with a smirk.
“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll have you begging for it soon.” He hooks his thumb into the fabric and moves it to the side before leaning down to flick his tongue against my clit.
He buries his face against my core, hands gripping into the soft flesh of my thighs as he holds me there, every flick of his tongue bringing a new wave of agonizing pleasure. He groans against me, the very sound of it making the pit of my stomach drop into my core and I can feel my desire for him beginning to drip down the inside of my thighs. He pulls away slightly, looking up at me as his tongue slides slowly up along my thighs and I shudder at the sight of his face between my thighs.
“I need you,” I say, my words coming out in nothing more than a ravaged whimper and I can feel him smirk against my pussy.
“Need what, baby girl?” He asks coyly before returning to slowly teasing me with the lightest touch of his tongue, but even that makes me feel as if every cell in my body is vibrating on a molecular level and at any moment I’m just going to fly apart.
“You. All of you. Now.” He looks up at me, pinning me in place with the intensity of his gaze and my heart thunders in my chest, “Please.” I add in a desperate whisper, and it’s as if the dams have broken- ripped off from their very foundations by a vicious flood. He surges up against me, his body tight against mine, and every spot that our skin meets feels like it’s crackling with electricity and smoldering into ash simultaneously.
His lips ghost along my neck, sending a shiver down my spine before he enters me completely and I arch my hips to meet him. Our bodies fall into a rhythm that we’ve perfect through the past few months and there’s nothing left in this world but him and I. His hand slides down the plane of my stomach, wandering between our bodies until he finds where we’re joined. His thumbs flicks against my clit before rubbing small circles in time with the slow and precise thrusts of his hips against me and the heat in the pit of my belly coils tightly.
He drops back down onto his forearms, one on each side of my head, successfully pinning me against him. His slow strokes driving me closer and closer to the edge as he breathes heavily in my ear. I look at him, cataloguing every detail of him. His hair dropping down over his forehead, heavy with sweat, as his lips part slightly. I reach up, cupping his cheeks in my hands and he leans down to kiss me. His lips soft and sweet against mine before pressing his forehead against mine.
“I love you.” He whispers, and goosebumps erupt across my skin. He loves me, he loves me, he loves me, my heart pounds along to every word.
His hands are in my hair, lips on my skin, body flushed against me. He is everywhere and is everything and suddenly it feels as if the universe is aligning for the first time ever.
“I love you, too.” I whisper back quietly, and I mean it.
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The wind whips through my hair as I drive down along the quiet mid-morning roads, the radio blaring a sappy love song that for the first time in my life I seem to understand. I slow to a stop at a red light, which seems to be dragging on forever as if it’s sole purpose is to suspend me here for eternity and my mind drifts back to this morning with her.
“I love you, too.” She whispers to me, and my heart feels like it’s going to burst as I look down at her. Her hair splayed around her, cheeks flushed, and eyes bright. I don’t think she’s ever looked more beautiful to me than she does in this exact moment and all I want to do is wrap my arms around her so tightly that nothing but the best things in this world can touch her.
I drum my fingers against the steering wheel impatiently, already itching to get back to her. I glance over at the passenger seat, checking on my precious cargo, the to-go bag still situated perfectly. Through the past few months I have learned that despite her feisty exterior, Sparks is a very simple creature. She loves sitting by the window when it rains with a cup of tea and a book, she loves bubble baths lit with candles after a long day, and that any happy moment in life can always be made better with french toast from her favorite diner. So, naturally, I left the house while she was in the shower to acquire it. The light finally turns and I fight the urge to slam on the gas.
Another minute or two goes by before I’m finally pulling into the driveway, whistling the tune of the song from the radio as I pick up the white plastic bag and kick the drivers door closed with my foot. I fumble with my keys a bit at the front door, trying not to drop anything, and finally manage to get the door open. I lean against it to close it with a soft click as I drop my keys onto the side table by the door. The table is a fairly new addition, she had gotten tired of me never seeming to remember where I had dropped my keys and made the executive decision for me to just always put them there. It seems silly, but I always smile a little at the table when I walk by it. Such a simple solution to her, but it always makes me feel a little spark of affection that she views me as such a part of her life that a solution was needed.
I head to the kitchen, noting that the water isn’t on upstairs and deciding that if I want to surprise her properly I better hurry up. I grab some plates out of the cupboard and hit the button on the coffeemaker to start brewing a fresh pot. I had gotten into the habit a few weeks again of always making sure there’s a fresh filter with new grounds in it ready to go since she’s always in such a hurry in the morning. To say she was appreciative when she first noticed would be an understatement and my cheeks warm slightly at the memory of how she thanked me for it.
Once the table is set to my liking, I decide to go upstairs and see if she’s found the gift I left for her yet. A sensation of butterflies bubbles up in the pit of my stomach and for the first time in a while I’m nervous. I take the stairs two at a time, nearly tripping over the lip of the landing like I do every single time, and stumble slightly. As I regain my balance I look up and notice that the door to her bedroom is slightly ajar.
A prickle goes down my spine as the hairs on the back of my neck stand up. We always close her door completely, I guess you could chalk it up to paranoia from everything the pack has gone through, but a closed door has always felt like a few extra seconds of safety and neither of us would have forgotten it.
“Sparks?” I call softly, my fingers splaying across the cold wood of the door as I push it open and my heart plummets to my feet.
The room is completely trashed. Pictures of us have been ripped off the walls and left to litter the floor. Her vanity is in shambles, the very wood of it splintered beyond repair and her cosmetics are crushed into the carpet beneath it. The smell of her perfume is overwhelming in the air, and my eyes fall onto the shattered bottle of it that I had gotten her for her birthday a few weeks prior. Feathers cover the bed, which looks as if it’s been torn apart by some wild animal. The sheets are slashed and the duvet mangled beyond repair and a lump forms in my throat.
I sift through the ruins of the bedding until a small crinkle alerts me that I’ve found what I’m looking for. The edges of the paper are torn and it looks like it’s been crushed in someone’s hands, but the message is still intact. My the black ink in my scrawled handwriting is stark against the white paper. You’ve always Sparked something inside of me, and I think this is just your Stiles. Be mine?The note was supposed to be just cringe-worthy enough to make her laugh, but what was waiting for her in the black velvet box was completely serious. I sift through the mess a bit more until I find it. The velvet is soft underneath my fingers, but the satin lining inside of it is empty.
With shaking hands, I pull my phone out of my pockets and hit Scotts number. The phone rings loudly, piercing the silence and it makes me cringe. Out of the corner of my eye, something catches my attention. Kicked under the corner of the bed, torn and frayed, is a scarf I would have recognized anywhere and rage boils through my veins as Scott picks up the call.
“He has her.” I growl into the phone, my hand clenching into a fist.
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He’s pacing back and forth, waves of agitation rolling off of him, and I bite the inside of my cheek to keep my own irritation in check. I roll my neck slightly, trying to break up some of the tension quickly forming in my neck and shoulders from the uncomfortable position.
“If you hadn’t been so aggressive in the beginning I wouldn’t have had to tie you to that chair.” He says in a low growl and I roll my eyes.
“Sorry, my fight or flight instincts tend to kick in when assholes trash my bedroom and forcefully take me out of my home against my will.” I snap at him and his nostrils flare in irritation.
“Don’t act like that’s how I wanted it to happen, Sparks.”
“Don’t act like I wanted this to happen at all, Isaac.”
His eyes shift to amber and he growls at me. I know I’m making him angry and it’s probably in my best interest to stop, but my own temper has already sparked and I am in no mood to continue dealing with this.
“Poor little Lahey, didn’t get the girl by acting like a little puppy dog so now he has to snatch her away to protect his fragile wolfie ego. How tragic.”
“Stop it.”
“What’s wrong? Am I doing something you don’t like? Pretty sure I can fucking relate.” I snap at him, surging against the ropes and he narrows his eyes at me.
“We’re supposed to be together, Sparks. I know you felt it, you can’t hide from the chemistry we have.”
“That’s funny, since I’m pretty sure I have chemistry with Stiles both physically and academically.”
He snarls again and I smirk at him, “You’re testing my patience, Sparks.”
“You’re testing the amount of fucks I give about your feelings, Isaac.”
“This is Stilinski’s fault, he’s turned you against me.” He mutters, returning to his pacing, and I can’t help but laugh. His ears perk and he whips around to glare at me, my laughter clearly offending him.
“How I feel about you right now has absolutely nothing to do with Stiles.”
“Of course it does,” He snaps, interrupting me, and I glare at him.
“Interrupt me one more fucking time, Lahey, and I swear to fucking God-”
“I don’t really think you’re in any place to be threatening me.”
“Clearly you don’t know me as well as you think,” I say, shooting him another glare for good measure, “I will threaten you even if I’m bleeding out of the floor at your feet.”
“I’d really appreciate it if you toned down the animosity.”
“I’d really fucking appreciate it if you toned down pretending to be such a fucking nice guy.”
“I am a nice guy,” he says quietly as he moves in front of me, stroking my cheek, and I can’t help but flinch away from him. A look of hurt flashes across his face. “Clearly, I need to extend an olive branch.”
The ropes binding my arms tightly to my sides loosen and fall away, no longer holding me in places and they tingle painfully as my circulation readjusts to no longer being constricted.
“Great, now why don’t you get the fuck away from her.” An angry voice says and before I can even turn towards them, a figure is shooting past me and tackling Isaac to the ground. I hear the thudding impact of a punch making contact and an angry snarl, though at this point I can’t tell if it’s animal or man.
Isaac rolls over the top of Stiles, holding him down with the weight of his body and slams his fists repeatedly into Stiles’ face. My heart is pounding in my chest, ears roaring with anger as I see the blood bursting out of Stiles’ nose. A glint of light on metal catches my attention and I lean down to grab short pipe. The metal is cold and slimy in my hands, and heavier than I imagined, by I hoist it up on my shoulder and look to see if the boys have noticed me. Not even a flicker of acknowledgement is thrown my way as I quietly creep towards them, I glance at Stiles, whose face is so bloodied at this point it’s hard to tell if he’s even conscious anymore.
With a scream of anger, I bring the pipe down on Isaac, who at some point during the fight had transitioned. The impact is accompanied with a loud crack and an earth shattering roar as Isaac whips around at me, his jaws clamping around my arm before shoving me away from him.
The pain is explosive as I hit the ground. Every inch of my body is searing with excruciating heat that rips and burns through me. The world around me is becoming hazy and distorted, a swirl of colors and words. It sounds like various voices are yelling, maybe a snarl or two, but I can’t seem to distinguish any of it. My lungs are burning, as if they’re filling with something molten- drowning me.
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Her screams are echoing in my ears as Scott yanks Isaac off of me. Every inch of my body is in agony, but the only thing that matters is finding her. I claw at my eyes, trying to get the blood out of them to clear my vision, frantic to see where she is. All at once my vision seems to clear as my gaze finds her, convulsing on the floor while heart-wrenching screams rip from her throat. Someone is yelling as I drag myself to her, but I ignore them. There is nothing else to me than getting to her. There is no fight, no allies, nothing- only her. I finally reach her, pooling whatever reserved strength I have remaining to drag her into my arms. She’s convulsing, ragged whimpers as frequent as her labored breathing.
“I’m here, baby girl, I’m here.” I whisper to her, smoothing down her hair that is quickly becoming matted with sweat and blood.
“S-Stiles,” She croaks, swallowing hard, “Stiles, it hurts.”
Tears prick at my eyes, the color in her face quickly draining and I feel like I’m grasping at straws. I’ve seen people receive the bite before, and none have reacted like this. My mind immediately flashes to the story Derek had told us about his first love and my hands shake.
“Stiles,”
“I’m here,” I say again, “You’re not going anywhere.” I kiss her forehead, seeing her lips moving out of the corner of my eye, but her voice is almost too faint to hear.
“Yes,” She whispers, her hand reaching up to the collar of her shirt. Her hands are shaking so badly that she’s struggling to grasp whatever it is she’s looking for, until she finally wraps two fingers around something clasped around her neck.
I spot the delicate silver chain immediately as she tries to pull it into view. My fingers wrap around her, brushing against the small ring hanging from the chain.
“It was always going to be a yes,” She whispers, her breathing becoming shallow and ragged.
“We’ll get through this, baby, we always do. You know my dad is gonna be heartbroken if you don’t make him your famous Sunday morning pancakes,” I say to her, my voice breaking as she slowly shakes her head. Tears slide down my cheeks as she raises a hand to my face, trying to brush the tears away.
“Mieczyslaw, I-” She coughs, bright red blood spilling across her lips and down the side of her mouth as she tries to talk. She shakes violently, convulsing in my arms, and I tighten my grip around her.
“I love you,” My words come out muffled, my lips pressed against her temple, “I love you, I love you, I love you.”
“I know,” She whispers raggedly, the words coming out in a gurgle.
I rock her gently against my chest, my I love you’s becoming a chant in a broken voice. Her eyes roll back into her head and suddenly her body stills. The silence around us suffocating.
A scream rips out of my throat, followed by sobs, until there’s nothing but us. My arms wrapped around her as I cradle her to my chest, whispering promises to her that I’ll never responses to.
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The rain pounds down against the umbrella, a freak summer storm that perfectly reflects what I’m feeling inside. The tears slide down the bridge of my nose and drop down to my cheeks silently as the service continues.
Her parents are here, for the first time in the past year they’re here for her. The angry part of me wonders if he would have been able to get her if they had been in the house as well, but the sad part of me is more prominent, and I can’t help but wonder if their hearts pound her name like mine does every second of every day.
I don’t know how much time slips past me as I stare at her headstone before I feel a hand on my shoulder. Looking up, I see the tearstained face of my father as he squeezes my shoulder, “Take as much time as you need, son. I’ll be the in car when you’re ready to go.”
He doesn’t wait for a response, probably because he knows he won’t get much. Speaking has been hard since that day, the sound of my own voice sounds wrong without hers mingling with it. It’s ironic in a way, she always used to tease that no one could make me speechless, and now that’s all I am.
There are footsteps behind me, and a sniffle. My back stiffens in response and I sense him standing next to me.
“I just wanted to love her.” He says quietly, a tremor in his voice.
I wonder if he notices her absence the way I do. I wonder if he wakes up in the middle of the night expecting to hear her soft breathing and being jarred by the silence. I wonder if he smells her perfume on someone else and feels like the breath has been kicked out of him. I wonder if he ever really knew what it was to love her.
I close my eyes, imagining giving her one last soft kiss on her forehead before opening them again, turning away from her headstone. I walk away, my feet pressing deep into the soggy grass. I can feel his gaze on me, expectant of something; though of what, I can’t possibly seem to fathom.
I turn towards him, our eyes making contact for the first time in weeks. “You never really loved her. So lust after her in silence, because silence is all that’s left with her gone.”
He opens his mouth to say something, but I turn away. His words left to fall on deaf ears and a deaf heart.
