#dylanobriensmut

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Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: porn without plot, oral (fem!rec), fingering (fem!rec), kind of descriptive smut?

mndi

"Fuck, r-right there sti-" I whimper out quietly, as to not disturb the rest of group downstairs talking up a plan. You can feel Stiles grin against your cunt, holding your thighs open as he gently, yet deeply licks your clit. My eyes roll to the back of my head as my body lies flat against his mattress, body shivering and squirmed every time the tip of his tongue licks up my clit. I moan quietly into my hand, struggling to stay quiet. My other hand softly combs through his hair, ever so often tighting at the sensations. Tears brim at the corner of my eyes from the overstimulation, but it feels so good I simply can't beg him to stop. The knot in my stomach begins to get tighter with every swirl of his tongue, his eyes baring into my reactions. My body begins to shake, but then I felt him slip two of his fingers into my sopping cunt, my back arching off the bed. I moan loudly into my hand, as my fingers tighten around his soft, brown hair. Thankfully Derek is getting pretty passionate downstairs, so hopefully everyone thought that Stiles was still patching up the gash on my leg.

Stiles pumps his fingers in faster until I finally reach the edge, shaking and clenching around his fingers hopelessly. "fuck-fuck-fuck," I seethe, my other hand leaving my mouth to tangle in the bedsheets. He finally releases my clit from his mouth with a soft pop, my body shaking softly. He kisses up my body with heavy breaths matching mine, tangling his fingers in mine. I hum softly, almost like a sigh of release. Suddenly we hear footsteps coming up the steps, causing Stiles and I to lock eyes and scramble to our feet. I slip my panties and shorts back on, wincing at the pain in my leg. I walk swiftly over to the door and open it, face to face with Scott. "Hey, you okay? We are going to go to the school and try to set up a station there." I nod quickly and brush past him to limp slowly down the stairs. Scott gives Stiles a look, quirking his eyebrow. "Takin' good care of her huh?" He whispers to Stiles. He just shrugs in response, "I always do."

[magaestheticc]

Dating Thomas

PDA

∙ he'll occasionally brush his fingers against the side of your leg ∙ most forms of pda make him uncomfortable since he's been surrounded by boys for as long as he can remember ∙ when you two are alone he'll hold your hands in his ∙ cryptic looks

MISCOMMUNICATIONS ∙ you guys always have the same idea, but different ways of reaching the end goal, which leads to some arguments ∙ he doesn't always tell you what he's up to and that sort of weakens the trust ∙ when the two of you first meet you think somethings going on between thomas and teresa, which he is very quick to clarify on

DATES ∙ you guys go down to the beach and sit on the rocks when there's nothing else to do ∙ sometimes the two of you will go down to the edge of the water in the middle of the night to look at the moon for a bit

SEEING EACH OTHER ∙ you two share a hut on the island so you see each other every day ∙ the two of you sit next to each other during meals and visits to the bonfires, sometimes you'll choose to work together on the ongoing projects on the island ∙ sometimes if his lunch is before yours he'll sneak up on you while you're working and wrap his arms around your waist

SEX ∙ he is extremely into doggy style ∙ since he usually does doggy style, he would have to say he's a top ∙ he also loves missionary, it lets him see all the little faces you make ∙ he loves pulling your hair ∙ he'll lean in really close, pushing himself as deep as possible, and whisper dirty things into your ear. neither of you are loud, but on the rare occasion that you are, thomas will slip his hand over your mouth to keep you quiet

AFTERCARE ∙ usually a bath or shower of some sort ∙ he brushes your thick hair and you sweep his up and out of his face ∙ the two of you will quietly lay in bed, he pulls you in close to rest your head on his chest ∙ every now and then you'll play with his hair till the two of you fall asleep ∙ when you wake up you realize he's brought you breakfast and is quietly watching you with a smile

WAKING UP NEXT TO EACH OTHER ∙ thomas is usually the first one up ∙ he'll gently run his hand up and down your arm until your eyes flutter open ∙ most days it doesn't last long as you have to get up and get to your assignments for the day, but you make sure to dress slowly, to savor your time with one another ∙ he makes sure to ask if you're alright at lunch and presses a kiss to your temple

[twislife]

Closer.

Hey guys! I know its been a long time since I've written anything but this is based on the song Closer by Chainsmokers and Halsey. I've been working on this forever. Not sure if anyone even likes smut still...or this song...or me 😅 had to post it though so that I could stop thinking about it 🤷🏻‍♀️

Lots of smut, cussing, unprotected sex...ya get the idea.

"Hey, I was doing just fine before I met you; drank too much and that's an issue but I'm okay.

Hey, please tell your friends it was nice to meet them - but I hope I never see them again.

Hey, I know it broke your heart, moved to the city in a broke down car and four years no call..."

My best friend followed the group of girls inside and turned around looking at me briefly, mouthing ‘I’m sorry!’.

“No, go have fun! I'll…sit…out here..on this…curb,” I said rolling my eyes at the bouncer that refused my entry. She turned and went inside, without another backward glance. I sighed heavily and pulled my phone and cigarettes out of my purse and searched for a lighter.

“Son of a mother fu-” I started, but was abruptly cut off by a guy that I’d never seen before. The first thing I noticed, aside from his perfect smile, were his dark amber eyes shining in the street light. He looked young, and kind of like a god. He held up a lighter and chuckled.

“Sick of the club scene?” he asked, offering me the flame of his lighter. I gladly accepted and inhaled deeply. I huffed and chuckled.

“Yeah maybe if I could actually get in, my fake id is missing.” I sighed dramatically, taking another long drag. 

 "Oh, shit. Rough night. Well,“ he began, taking a drag of his own smoke. 

“I know of a little place around the corner that doesn’t id. Its a tiny little crap hole - but they don’t id.” he said nervously, his group of friends disappearing in the dark Tucson night. I smiled at him, then looked down at my little black dress and the mile high pumps and finally stood up smiling. 

 "A little over dressed for a dive bar, but a drink sounds great.“ I told him, gesturing him to lead the way. He laughed turning on his heel, holding out his elbow. I placed my arm in his and began walking.

“I’m Dylan. I enjoy star wars and YouTube.” he said laughing.

“My friends call me y/n. l, too, enjoy nerding out to star wars, and long walks on the beach.” I replied, receiving the slight chuckle that I had aimed for. It was so attractive. During our walk I found out a lot about Dylan, he was definitely a talker. We talked about plans for the future; he said that he wanted to go into acting, wanted to move to the city. When he asked me what I wanted to do I didn’t really have a valid answer, so I said,

 "Eh, probably college. I’ve been accepted to a few, I really am thinking Naropa, it’s a college in Boulder. I want to see the mountains.“ I hadn’t even realized that was what I wanted. 

 "That’s awesome.” he replied, smiling that smile that practically made me melt.

“No, acting is awesome! I wish I had that talent, man” I said in awe. 

We talked and laughed the rest of the way to the bar elbow in elbow. When we got to there he went up to the bar while I made my way to the jukebox; avoiding the stares from the old men and a few miserable looking women. Music always becomes before drinks. Always. Always. Come on let me touch you, feel you, all night- always.

I looked around the bar, no one looked particularly interested in what was playing in the background of their conversations, I excitedly turned back to the new school touch screen jukebox; typing in “always,” by Blink 182. If I didn’t listen to it, it would be stuck in my head for days. Dylan crept up behind me holding a beer up.

 "I knew you weren’t a typical party girl.“ he let out a low chuckle. 

 "What do you mean?” I asked him; accepting the drink, and taking a gulp.

 "Blink? Not many typical party girls would go to a dive bar and play Blink." he said taking a drink of his beer and setting it down to air drum part of the song. How is this unbelievably attractive guy such a dork? I mean, I wasn’t complaining because apparently thats my weakness. I started to play some air guitar and sing along. When the song ended I grabbed my drink and started downing it, I finished it at about the same time he did, so I offered to grab him a refill too. He gratefully accepted my offer and I started walking to the front when all of a sudden I heard the beginning to the Blink song, the one that I just played, I turned to look at him and see if maybe he did it by accident but he was, once again, air drumming and singing.

“I screwed up on the one solo, so I had to play it again” He laughed as I approached him and handed him his drink. I giggled. I started really liking this guy and I already knew that I wanted to take this out of this little crappy bar, but I would be patient and wait. I watched as he attempted to perfect his solo and laughed when he stopped and said he screwed it up again. So, I took out another dollar and played it - again. 

After many more drinks and a few more rounds of “always” by blink 182, Dylan’s face had just gotten undeniably close to my own and I was very aware of the drinks that we had both just had. It may have been the buzz, but I swear to god he was about to kiss me when my phone started blaring: it was Hanah, the one who left me on the damn curb. Dylan looked down at his empty bottle and grabbed mine and signaled that he was going to grab more as I answered my phone. 

“Heeeelllllooooo?” I answered drunkenly.

 "Hey! Clubs dead, where’d ya go?“ she asked slurring her words. 

 "I-uh-” I began to reply as Dylan walked over and handed me my beer. His face dropped when I began telling her where I was. 

“Okay, yay! Be there in ten!” she practically yelled. I hung up the phone and looked at him.

 "Um…yeah my friends are on their way…" I told him taking a drink.

“Well, I gathered that much” he replied a snarkily, throwing in a wink so that I knew he wasnt really being a dickhead. 

“You might like them..” I answered reading the expression on his face. He lifted an eyebrow but didn’t reply. I rolled my eyes at him and mouthed the word ‘sorry’ before taking another swig.

 "This is the friend who ditched you? Sorry, but your friend sounds like a bitch.“ he stated blatantly. I laughed nearly spitting out the beer that I had just taken a drink of. 

“She’s not that bad, it is her birthday…” I told him trying to defend her - even though I knew he was right.

Hanah was a typical party girl. She drank and listened to awful music and was way too high maintenance to keep a guy for long. So she didn’t, she scooted and booted. Not that I was one to talk, I knew exactly where I wanted to end up by the end of this night.

“Okay, well I will put up with them if you come home with me tonight.” he said quickly, almost too quickly for me catch onto what he said. Without even thinking about it I smiled (surely my face was crimson red) and I winked at him.

“Deal.” I promised. I didn’t think he was going to be so straight up about it, but hey, I like it when someone doesn’t beat around the bush.

We both finished our drinks and we went up to the bar together, his hand on my lower back, when a sudden loud bang made us jump. There was laughter and before I knew it Hanah and her group of friends burst through the door.

She was wasted. Not like a little drunk, but falling over her own feet - wasted. Dylan took his hand off my back, as much as I hated the loss of contact, I walked over to her and asked if she was okay.

She had brought a guy but she was too busy staring at Dylan to even pay attention to him.

“Ohmigooood! you are sooooo fucking cute!” she said to him, he rolled his eyes and walked over to me and placed a hand around my waist making me warm all over. I could practically feel his stubble between my legs. Suddenly, desperate to get my hands all over him, I went to Hanah.

“Hanah, Dylan and I were just getting ready to leave,” I firmly stated adding a wink to let her know what was about to happen.

“Ohhh! GET SOME GIRL!” she slurred more loudly than I liked. Dylan’s neck snapped up from his phone and he raised his eyebrows at me and smirked. I could feel my face fill with crimson color as I attempted to keep my cool and look sexy when I smiled back at him.

He walked over to me more confidently than he had been (borderline cocky) and he placed his hand on my hips, making me squirm. 

“You wanna get out of here?” He asks in a sexy low tone. Instead of answering and giving away my excitement, I just nodded, maybe a little more eagerly than I had anticipated. I pounded the last drink and at that point had an intense buzz and was ready for some alone time with Dylan.

"Let’s get out of here.” I told him grabbing his hand and pulling him behind me. As soon as we got out of the bar his lips were on mine, my fingers instantly grabbed at his soft brown hair making him moan into the kiss. My tongue met his as we stumbled Drunkenly through the parking lot of the small bar.

“my car is right there” he said pointing to a shabby beaten up old Jeep. He backed me up to it and pressed me against the door, hands slipping under my thighs. He easily lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his waist and could feel his generously sized cock pressed up against my heat through the rough khaki material. I moaned as he pressed hard against my covered core. I pulled away to take a breath, the buzz from the alcohol only made more intense by the lack of oxygen. We were both panting when I hopped down, he whined at the loss of contact but I grabbed him by the shirt, opened a back door and shoved him on the seat. He laid down and I got on top of him, closing the door behind me. I straddled him, connecting our lips again.

“oh god, you’re so hot.“ He said between kisses. I just giggled as I moved my lips from his and attached them to his neck. I left searing, open mouth kisses from his neck to his collar bone. He was practically purring under my touch.

I pushed his shirt up to drag my teeth gently down the patch of hair under his abdomen. I licked and sucked and kissed the skin right above where his pants stopped me. I used my teeth to unbutton his khakis making him groan as I look up at him through my lashes.

“Where have you been all my life?” He whispered as I pulled down his pants and boxers making his erection spring up against his stomach. My eyes widened as I came to face his hardened cock. “I was just asking myself the same thing.” I told him, licking my lips as my panties dampened at the thought of how great it would feel when he pounded into me. I licked a strip up the underside of his cock making him mewl in satisfaction. I swirled my tongue around the swollen, pink tip of his cock, collecting the precum that had gathered there. Finally in one swift motion I put my lips around his cock and began to slowly bob my head up and down.

With the filthy sounds escaping his throat egging me on, I deep throated his cock and hollowed my cheeks. His tip hitting the back of my throat made my eyes water but I picked up the pace, wrapping my hand around what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. His hips bucked up keeping in time with my bobbing head.

"Oh, god that feels so good.” He practically whined. Eyes watering I looked at him through my lashes. He was propped on one elbow, his head hung back but I could just see enough of his face to watch him lick his lips.

I finally slowed my bobbing head to a stop, and let his hardened cock out of my mouth. He sat up quickly, so I got to my knees. He pulled me in for a rough, teeth clashing, passionate kiss. He broke the kiss only for a minute to practically ripping my dress down off of my shoulders. He then moved his lips off mine, and began trailing open mouthed kisses across my jawline and down my neck, he gently bit down on the pressure point sending a shock of pleasure all the way to my core; suddenly I couldnt wait to have him inside me. He caressed the pressure point with his tongue before moving his mouth to my hardened nipples. He kissed them softly, going from one to another; my core beginning to ache with need. While he was kissing and sucking on my hardened peaks, I placed my hand on his cock and stroked him making us both moaning messes. The ache was starting to become unbearable, I rubbed my legs together for some friction, it didnt ease my need. Dylan noticed and laid back down on the seat, pulling me down with him. As our lips attached again, and he slowly slid his hands down my sides, all the way to my ass. He gave it a little squeeze before pulling my dress up, and ripping my panties off of me and throwing the silky material to the floor. He pulled me up higher so I could position myself over top of his dick. I slowly slid down, relieving the ache. He held my hips down to keep himself from slamming into my tight pussy. When I finally adjusted to his generous size I gave him the go ahead. He slowly lifted me up, all the way to the top of his cock then without warning he pulled me down roughly slamming himself inside me, hitting me right where I needed him to. He began slamming deep inside of me, the coil deep within my core tightened so much so it could have burst any minute, making me scream his name.

"Oh my god, Dylan! I'm gonna-" I began, but he stopped as quickly as he had began.

"Not yet, baby." Dylan said, a smile playing on his lips. I looked at him, practically whining with my denied release. He began moving his hips up and down slowly, torturingly slow. My urge to slam myself down on him was almost uncontrolable.

He finally began moving deeper inside of me at a faster pace and I could again feel the coil in my abdomen tighten. Dylans eyes began to roll in the back of his head when I gentely moved his hands from my hips and started to ride his dick full force. I slammed myself into him over and over again until my eyes were rolling too. The only sound inside the cramped jeep were his grunts and my loud moans.

"Oh fuck!" He moaned between gritted teeth. I kept up my pace pushing myself closer and closer to the edge. He began bucking his hips slamming his cock deep within me harder and harder until I could feel his release fill me and I had a mind shattering orgasm that had me seeing white as I screamed his name. He finally slowed, taking deep panting breaths. I was panting too as i pressed my forehead to his. He gave me another long, meaningful kiss before pulling himself out of me.

“That was..that was..." I began, trying to catch my breath.

"Amazing." He finished.

I sat up awkwardly, pulling my dress down. He pulled his pants up and we sat in silence for a minute.

"So...can I get your number?" He asked. I gave it to him, hoping he would call sooner rather than later. I gave him one more kiss before hopping out of the broken down car and returning to the dive bar in search of Hanah and her crew.

He never called, and my heart was broken. I could have really fallen for him, too.

But that - that is just the beginning of my story with Dylan O'Brien.

[urfavfakeblonde]

can u write a smut where fem reader is a virgin and stiles is some what experienced and stiles goes slow with her??

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hi!! yes <3 thank you so much for requesting love

Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: lots of foreplay!! fuffly, fingering, HEAVY makeouts oml, game sex??? idk lol, p n v, virgin!fem!reader, implied!experineced!Stiles

mdni

I cautiously walk up the steps to his house, nervous fingers picking at my chipped nail polish. I take a deep breath as I knock on the door lightly, my other hand fiddling with the ends of my hair. It's just a study session, stop shaking. At least that's what I tell myself before the door opens softly, and I'm face to face with Stiles. He smiles at me, and I almost forget how to breath. "Hi," I say with a smile, eyes avoiding his gaze. He moves to the side to let me in, responding with a 'Hey'.

"Thanks for coming over," he says, closing the door gently. My mind is swirling with thoughts, emotions-- and honestly, I don't know how I'm going to get through this evening. "I'm pretty sure you understand English a lot more than I do," he remarks, turning around to face my timid figure. I smile, blush creeping onto my cheeks. "I don't know about that," I giggle, looking around the house as if I hadn't been here before. But before, I mean that was just a pack meeting, this--this is more than that.

Well, not really, were just studying, but this is the first time it's just been me and Stiles. Alone.

I follow him up the stairs, and into his bedroom. "Where's your dad?" I question, setting my bag down beside his bed. "Work," he replies, sitting at his desk, shoving aside all his crime papers. I nod, even though he can't see me, and look around his room. A simple grey wallpaper, the typical teenage boy posters; half-made bed, a lamp, and of course-- lots and lots of papers. Eventually, we sit on the floor, looking through my notes, (because stiles didn't take any) and write his English paper. "Okay, I'll quiz you. What's a Caesura?" Stiles thinks for a moment, staring up at the ceiling as he lies on his back. "When the punctuation is in the middle of the poem before the line ends?" He finally says, glancing up at me. I smile and nod, flipping to the next flashcard.

"Okay, what's a Syntax?" He looks back up at the ceiling and furrows his brows. "No clue," He utters, sitting upright. "It's the-" suddenly he takes the flashcards out of my hand as I give him a confused look. "I was gonna tell you what it was," I say, sighing. He looks at me, and I feel my heart flutter. Pink starts rising into my cheeks again as he holds the flashcard in front of him. "Tell me what it is," he asks. "Why? You're the one who needs the help Stiles-" he cuts me off by shushing my lips with his finger. My heart literally skips a beat as he slowly drags it down, my lip following obediently. He moves his finger back to the flashcard, an action that he believed to be nothing but innocent. He asked me something again, but I continued to stare at him, specifically his hand. "Y/n?" He asks, shifting his head to capture my eyes again. This stopped me from zoning out; quietly clearing my throat. "Sorry," I mumble while my fingers pick away my nail polish again. "What's a Syntax?" He asks again, eyes boring into mine. "The way the piece is structured," I say as he smiles. It's quiet for a moment, and when my eyes lift up, my gaze is locked with his.

"I have an idea," he says, standing up. He reaches his hand out for mine, and I take it hesitantly. "You've been helping me, it's only fair I help you." He says, pulling me to my feet. When I'm up, I notice how close I am to him, especially that he hasn't let go of my hand. I swallow hard, trying my best to maintain eye contact with him. "We'll play a game; you ask me questions and every time I get one right you have to take off one of your clothes," he whispers softly. My eyes widen, and I feel my heart starting to beat faster. "And if you get it wrong?" I whisper back, leaning in closer. He just smiles as he dips his head, connecting his lips with mine.

I cannot believe this is happening to me. I am fucking kissing Stiles Stilinski, my crush since elementary school and God does it feel just how I always imagined it would. The kiss is gentle, caring. I pull back slowly as I make eye contact with him again. I swallow hard and feel my hands start to shake a little in his soft hands. "Um, I've never really...kissed anyone before. Well, before now," I whisper, nervous beyond belief. He just smiles and tucks a loose strand of hair behind my ear. "See? You teach me, I'll teach you." He gives me a comforting smile before cupping his hand behind the base of my neck, pulling me in for another kiss. This time, it's more feverent, hurried. Like he was going to lose me if he stops. I learn as he kissed, opening my mouth enough for his tongue to slip in, a gentle hum coming from my throat.

My hands, more comfortable now, move up to dance through his dark hair, nails gently scratching his scalp. He was taller than me, causing my head to have to lean up just to kiss him, but it felt magical. I felt safe in his hold, rough, but gentle hands tilting my head up to meet his kiss. He pulled away enough to kiss down my jaw, down to my neck as my head tilts back with eyes closed. My fingers continue to dance through his hair, a soft whine releasing from my mouth when he found my sweet spot. I felt him smirk against my neck, mouth traveling back up to meet my mouth again. He moves me backwards, letting us fall softly on the mattress. He kissed back down my jaw again, but further this time as he reached my collarbone. He sucked a hickey on the side, causing my core to ache and clench around nothing. "fuck sti," I whine, letting my hands fall to his biceps. He liked the nickname--I could tell; a soft smile forming on his kissed lips as he rested above me.

"Ask away," he whispers, leaving sloppy, wet kisses all over my neck. In a way, it was all almost too overwhelming, but somehow it felt like it was supposed to happen. I couldn't focus, not with my core aching, legs moving softly as if to get some release. "What's a -fuck,-an enjambment," I ask, hands roaming his body. "Mhm," he kisses my collarbone again softly, lips trailing to my ear. "When the line ends with no punctation," he says, smirking as I nod. He lets his fingers dance under the hem of my shirt. He slowly peels it off, letting it slide over my head before throwing it on the floor somewhere behind him. He's quick to kiss my stomach, my body arching up into his gentle touch. "Next," he whispers, kissing the tops of my breasts. My breathing intensifies, hands running through his hair again. "How do you spell philanthropy," I ask, my teeth catching my lower lip. He looks up at me and grins, as he licks his lips. "If you wanted me to take my shirt off, all you had to do was ask," he chuckles, leveling his face above mine. "That's not how the game works, " I giggle, running hands down his arms. "I bet you don't even know how to spell that," he smiles, taking off his shirt.

The navy-blue cloths fall onto the floor with a quiet, thump as he repositions himself above me. "But you wouldn't know if I was right, would you?" I playfully ask, biting my lip. He chuckles softly, catching my lips in a kiss once again. My fingers trace his stomach, soft enough to make him shiver. "What's a metaphor?" I ask as he looks down at me. "A figure of speech when a word or phrase is applied to an object or action that has no real relation to the word," He answers proudly. This time, his fingers dance under the hem of my jeans, before his fingers undid the brass button and zipper. He helps me drag them down, before adding them to the growing pile of clothes on the floor. "Fuck," he whispers under his breath, eyes taking in the thin white panties that so effortlessly match with the bra. I bite my lip, trying to overcome my nerves. My body wants to close up, run away but I can't bring myself to do it. Not when he's looking at my body like he wants to fuck me till morning.

His fingers hover above the straps along my hips before lifting them up slowly before letting them snap back against my skin. I gasp, the wetness in my panties growing larger, it was almost embarrassing. "How do you spell rhythm?" I ask, a grin forming on my face. He rolls his eyes, kissing my stomach. "r-y-t-h-m-n," he answers, confident in his answer. I giggle and shake my head, "r-h-y-t-h-m-n," I say, watching as he sighs in defeat. He slips off his jeans, throwing them in the darkness somewhere. "Okay, I see how it is ms. I'magoodspeller," he says, messing with the straps of my bra. My face starts to flush, the realization that this answer could leave me bare in front of him.

"How do you spell Indispensable?" I stay silent. I have no fucking clue how to spell that word. Fuck. "I-n-d-i-s-p-e-n-s-i-b-l-e?" I answer. "Wait no, it's with an "a"! I-n-d-i-s-p-e-n-s-a-b-l-e!" I say quickly, trying to retract my previous answer. "You got it wrong the first time, no take backs," He chuckles, hands slowly lifting down the straps to my bra before reaching behind my back to unclasp it. It lays limp until he slides it off my arms; perky nipples on display as goosebumps litter my body. He lets his eyes linger for a moment, admiring the sight before him. "Fuck you're pretty," he whispers, his rough hand moving up to massage the soft flesh. I bite my lip, watching as he leans down, pausing for a moment before taking the bud into his mouth. "Oh shit," I whine, my hands returning into his dark hair once again-this time pulling and tugging. He swirls his tongue around before sucking it gently to let it go with a soft pop! He kisses between my breasts, taking the other bud into his mouth to give it the same attention.

My body arched up into him, my clothed clit brushing against his hard erection in his boxers. "Please Stiles..." I whine, my core pulsing at the lack of attention. "I know, I know," he whispers, sucking onto that sweet spot once again. His hand finally travels lower, antagonizingly slow I might add, as he slips his fingers over my white, lacy panties. He begins to rub small circles over my clit, kissing my neck, jaw and chest as I arch into his touch. He brings his lips back up to mine, accepting my moans as he fastens his pace. My legs wrap around his torso, my aching and empty hole begging to be fucked for the first time. "Sti-I, fuck, please-" I whimper, head thrown back in ecstasy. God if he can do this with just his fingers-no his hand, then fuck. The wet patch in my panties begins to grow, fingers rubbing fast and small circles around my bud. "please, please, please...fuck sti!" I moan, hips moving back and forth to fasten the rhythm of his hand.

Suddenly, he slips his fingers into my panties, letting a digit slip into my sopping hole. I moan loudly into his mouth as he kisses me, letting another digit in to fuck me softly. My body starts to shake from the overwhelming feeling, the band breaking as he curls his fingers into my G-spot. My mouth opens as a loud moan escapes me, body shaking as he slips his tongue into my mouth, fingers riding out my high. "That's it, I've got you," he coo's, kissing my neck as my body settles down the shaking. I close my eyes, sweaty body breathing heavily against his chest. I feel him slip my panties off, throwing them in the pile of jeans and shirts. "You okay?" He asks, caressing my face softly. I nod, licking my lips. "I want more," I whisper. "Please." He smiles at my question throwing off his boxers. "Whatever you want," he answers, kissing my cheek. He leans over to his drawer, grabbing a condom as he slides it over his length. He leans down to kiss me as he moves his hands under my legs, bending them forward as he pushes into me. I let a satisfied whine out into his mouth, the feeling of him inside me already feeling so good. He kisses me deeply, letting his tongue explore my mouth. He starts slow, letting his forehead connect with mine, heavy breaths coming from our mouths.

"Fuck you're amazing," he groans, pushing out slow before bottoming out quickly. This let moans come as they will, back arching off the bed, and the steady shaking from my legs to make it all feel so lifechanging. It didn't take long before I felt the cord in me about to break again, my hands cupping his neck as I moaned out soft praises. "Sti-" I whine, met with a groan from his lips. "Fuck, I know, me too-" he says, fastening his pace. My legs began to shake once again, breathing becoming heavier than before. "Fuck, please Sti-oh shit," I moan, hips meeting his thrusts. The cord finally snapped, body arching up off the bed as Stiles kisses my neck again. "Fuck," he groans, pulling out quickly to release in the condom. He lays next to me, tracing my stomach softly. "Are you okay?" He whispers, sitting up. I nod and smile, glancing at him. He smiles back, going to the bathroom to dispose of the condom and return with a wet rag. He drags it across my body, soaking up the sweat and spit from his kisses. "You wanna stay the night?" I nod as he leans down to kiss me.

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Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: porn without plot, fingering (fem!rec), heavy make outs, kind of descriptive smut?

mndi

My lips reluctantly pull away from his, lashes fluttering closed. My hands find comfort in his soft, brown hair, my fingers dancing through the strands softly. It's quiet, quick breaths the only sound in the dark room. The position I'm in is vulnerable, yet comforting, as I straddle Stiles's thighs on the end of the bed. He kisses my jaw softly, causing my head to be tilted up at his actions. My voice lets out a hum of approval, my aching core begging for attention. Yet, I am patient-- the feeling of his plush lips causes my body to relax. My teeth catch my bottom lip in a tight hold, moans that lye deep within me clawing up my throat to be released. When he finds my sweet spot under my jaw, they escape as my mouth lye's agape, eyes squeezing shut. The vibration of his hum causes the hair on the back of my neck to stick straight up, goose bumps scattered across my legs and arms. My hands grasp the back of his head, bringing his lips to mine. The kiss is gentle, as if they were molded for one another. Now this, this I could live off of if oxygen didn't exist.

I didn't feel his hand sneak down from my waist until it gently slipped into my thin panties, the coolness of his fingers causing my body to jolt slightly. I moan quietly into his mouth as he runs his fingers through my slick folds, my legs shaking slightly at the new feeling. As his fingers slide back up to my clit, he slowly circled the bud, core clenching around nothing. My lips detach once again, as I let out a shaky breath; foreheads connected. His index finger slowly dipped into my core, just barely, before running it through my folds again. This excited a moan from my shaky voice, fingers tensing in his hair. His other hand laid firmly on my hip, his eyes looking down to watch his fingers work. The corners of his lips quirked up, lips softly reattaching themselves to my soft neck. The feeling was overwhelming, but so comfortable and safe at the same time.

I knew that I could be patient, his fingers circling just a little faster, although the thought of them curling inside me made my breath shaky. He was teasing--yes, but at the same time I wanted him to be slow. I wanted him to pull me over the edge again, and again. My thoughts seemed to be answered as his fingers circled faster on my throbbing clit. What was breathing? I couldn't. Not with his soft lips sucking gentle red spots on my neck, not with his delicate fingers giving me pleasure. Moans rushed out of my mouth, running over each other, begging to be the loudest. I whispered pleas alongside his name, sti, please, please... The feeling was unreal, out of this world. If I could, this is how I would die, in his arms, every part of him connected to mine. He pulled apart from my neck to watch my face in the moonlight, fingers determined to push me over the edge. But god when he... when he slides two of them in? Fuck. He curled, and curled until my legs shook, my fingers gripped his hair, head thrown back in pure ecstasy as he whispered pretty nothings in my ear. It was then, when he pulled me over the cliff, and I wanted him to save me, heal me...and do it again. He rode out my high, as if to ease the fall. He watches me, observing an angel fall down from heaven, and give him the eyes to bring her back up, just to fall back down to him again. He swore he'd never seen someone so beautiful, so angelic and merciful.

Small beads of sweat clung onto my forehead, body limp and held by her savior. He watches as her eyes flutter open, caressing her pink cheeks. She hums, happy and smiling, looking into his eyes of curiosity. With steady breaths, she holds his cheeks, watching him kiss the palm of her hand. "Hi," he whispers, a cheeky smile on his face. "Hi," I breath out, my legs twitching slightly from the aftershock. "Do you want to keep going, or are you done?" He asks softly, eyes searching mine for and answer. I stay silent for a moment, catching my breath. "Keep going please," I finally answer, running thumb across his cheek. I smile softly, wrapping my legs around his hips, before slowly standing up, walking to the side of the bed to lye me down. The bed sinks a little from the weight, his lips attached to mine as he rubs small circles on my hips. I pull back and look into his eyes, fingers lightly scratching down his bare back. "Stiles," I whisper softly, as to not startle him. He hums, slowly undoing his belt. "I think I love you." He pauses his actions, lips opening slightly before closing again. "I mean, I know I love you," I softly whisper, the words sinking in. Although it probably should, his silence doesn't startle me, make me question saying that to him--but I don't. He kisses me far more passionately than before, and that's all I needed to know.

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stiles and aftercare?

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Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: mentions of smut?(no real smut ig but not PG either), fluffy, making out, gentle aftercare, love <3

thanks for the request lovey <3

mdni

Silent pleas spill from my mouth, innocence that was once there no longer survived. The overstimulation caused my hips to jerk, my legs to shake, and my tears to trail, but none the less I begged for more. Whispers of "I love you," and "your perfect" leave his mouth and speak into mine as my lips begged to be kissed. As he slowed down his movement, his breathing became softer, plush lips trailing over my chest, neck, my cheeks. My fingers find comfort in his brunette hair, dancing through the strands gently, matching his breathing. He hums into my neck, eyelids fluttering closed. The numbness of my body didn't allow for me to realize he had gotten up, into the bathroom and wet a towel until he dragged the cool water over my warm, sweating body. I sigh in approval, the feeling soft and comfortable. Every place he cleaned he kissed softly after the rag wiped my body. Once he was close enough, my fingers found comfort once again in his hair, toying with it as he glances up at me. I smile weakly, bringing his face to mine. His lips hover over mine for a movement before softly molding with mine. The kiss is gentle, full of love. Stiles being the lover that he is, brings his hand to my face, cupping his large hand on my jaw to tilt my face up--another plea for more. I hum into his mouth, wrapping my arms around his neck.

"I love you."

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Stiles Stilinski x fem!reader

warnings: none really, angst?, losing your mind lol

The music in my ears seem to vibrate my eardrums, heavy footsteps trailing along the school cement towards Stiles's blue Jeep. Sighing, I open the passenger door and slide in, music draining as I reluctantly take the earbuds out of my ears. When my eyes finally meet his, he's already giving me a look, a look that says, You're having a bad day, and I wanna ask you about it, but if I do you'll bite my head off. Which would be correct, so I'm glad he smiled instead and started the car. I sink into the worn-out seat which, would make me the 'passenger princess' according to the owner of the said Jeep himself.

For about 5 minutes, it was quiet, the only sound in the car was coming from his rusty engine that was barely clinging on, and the change of grip on the wheel from his hands every few minutes. I figured sooner or later he would just have to say something. I mean, the man loves to talk--formulating extensive plans for something that always ends up going wrong. So, when he finally quips up and asks, "Are you okay?" I'm not surprised. I pause for a moment before glancing over at him, then back at the road ahead. "I'm tired," I sigh, uncomfortably readjusting my sitting position. He hums in agreement and rolls down his window. "What time do you go to bed?" He asks, encouraging a conversation. "10:30 I think," I mumble. I can tell he's furrowing his brows, knowing I get up at 6:20 for school on a good day. It's quiet for a moment, and I can tell he's thinking. He gets it from his dad I guess. "Are you eating enough?" He finally asks. I pause my thinking, actually trying to recall what I had eaten in the past week. My quietness causes him to glance at me with a quirked brow. "There's your answer," he says, slowing the car down in front of my house. I raise my eyebrows at his conclusion, opening the car door. Before closing it, I ask, "Do you wanna come inside? Before we meet everyone at Scotts house?" Somehow my questions come out more nervous than I intended, his presences still making the lovesick teenager in me come out. He glances at the clock, then turns off the car, closing the door behind him. He smirks as he walks with my to the door, noticing the blush on my face. "Why are you blushing?" He teases, watching my hands fiddle for the key in my bag. I give him a glare, not as mean as it could have been with the pink creeping onto my cheeks.

Finding the key for the door, I slide it in and turn it, a click! coming from the keyhole. I turn the handle, opening the door while sliding the key back in my bag. Stiles closes the door behind him, following me up the stairs. "Don't you have lacrosse today?" I ask worriedly, stopping my ascent up the stairs to peer down at him. He chuckles softly and raises a brow. "It's Friday," he laughs, moving around me and up the rest of the stairs. I pause in confusion before following him to my room. I set my bag down beside my desk as I hear him flop on my bed. I open the backpack, grabbing my history notebook. "What's that?" He questions, sitting up on his elbows. "Gotta study for the history test," I mumble. "I look over my shoulder to see Stiles thinking, hard. "Yes Stiles, your in my class you should be studying too," I say, turning my attention back to my notebook. I hear him chuckle, getting up off the bed. I flip through the pages to the latest lesson as I feel him peer over my shoulder. "Hm, I don't remember learning any of that," He says, eyebrows raised. I roll my eyes and look up at him. It was then when I realized how close he actually was to me. He looked down at me and blush returned to my cheeks. He smiles at me as I glance back down at my notes. I hear him go over to my bed and sit back down, pulling a historic book from the library out of his bag. It's quiet, but comfortable as I read my notes and he flips his pages, a quiet gasp leaving his mouth ever so often when he read something interesting. Suddenly I feel a hand on my shoulder and I whip my head around, startled to only see Stiles, but with a worried look on his face. "Hey you okay? I called your name, like 4 times?" He says, eyes boring into mine. "Sorry, I must have fallen asleep for a second." I shake my head, looking back down at my notebook, a gasp leaving my mouth. "You weren't asleep...?" He says quietly, glancing down at my notebook as well. All of the paper, around and in my notes were harsh pen strokes saying wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up. I push back from my seat, standing up quickly, staring at my paper. I swallow hard, and Stiles looks back at me.

"What the fuck is happening," my voice trembling.