Big Win [Stiles Lacrosse Week Smut]
Author: @dylan-ohbrien Pairing: Stiles x Reader Word Count: 3,285 Warnings: Smut (Oral male & female receiving), language that’s about it ;) A/N: So this is my first time writing a Stiles fic and I thought what better first than one for lacrosse week? I wrote this in a few hours and I haven’t done that in forever so I’m pretty proud of myself for that lol, that being said, I’m sure there are errors that I missed. It’s just kinda cute and smutty so I hope you guys like it! :)
Over the last few weeks Stiles had been practicing with Scott for the big lacrosse game before school, after school, during school, and on weekends, I felt like I never saw him anymore. I knew that winning this game was important, it was the game that would determine the champions and he wanted that more than anything. Ever since the supernatural had calmed down in Beacon Hills Stiles and Scott were taking the opportunity to focus on more normal teenage things like sports, it was our senior year, this was their last chance to help the school win.
Every time I saw him in class he looked exhausted and I was worried he was starting to run himself down, I knew he was going to need something to relax him once this game was over and done with. I devised a plan, well two plans. One for if they won, one for if they lost. If they lost I would take him home, order his favorite pizza and watch Star Wars with him since he had been trying to get me to watch it ever since freshman year. However, if they won I had something else up my sleeve for him.
“You ready for the big game tonight?” I smiled as I walked up to Stiles who was standing with Scott and Lydia.
“As ready as we’ll ever be.” Stiles replied wrapped his arm over my shoulder as my arm went around his waist in a slight hug.
“You guys are going to do great, I know it. You’ve been practicing non-stop, there’s no way you can lose.” I encouraged them with a smile.
“You’re going to be there cheering me on, right?” Scott said with a smirk.
“Oh of course, I’m going to be yelling your name at the top of my lungs.” I joked and felt Stiles tighten his grip around my shoulders. I looked up at him and kissed his cheek. “Don’t worry babe, you know your name is the only one I’ll ever be screaming.” I winked and I saw his flash of lust in his eyes. “Alright, well I have to get to class, I’ll see you guys at the game tonight.” I smiled before leaning into Stiles again, “if you win tonight I might have a little surprise for you after.” I whispered against his ear, my lips brushing against it ever so slightly before I turned on my heels and walked away, a smirk on my face as I walked to class.
The rest of the day seemed to drag on and on and when the final bell rang I quickly gathered my things and rushed to my locker to get my things so I could go home and get ready before the game. The second I got home I ran up to my room to put a few things into a bag to take with me. I pulled out Stiles’ extra jersey that he let me have and contemplated wearing it for the game but decided to leave it for his little surprise after, assuming they win. I put it into the bag along with my sexiest pair or underwear and matching bra the decided to freshen up a little bit, touching up my makeup and fixing my hair into curls that cascaded down my back. Once I was ready I made myself a sandwich for a quick dinner then darted out the door and back to the school so I could get the best spot on the bleachers for the game.
When I got there, Lydia and Malia were already there, I waved as I made my way over and sat down with them.
“Well don’t you look fancy for a lacrosse game.” Lydia noted with raised eyebrows.
“Oh my god, I can practically smell the desire on you, gross.” Malia mocked with a roll of her eyes.
“What? Stiles has been working really hard these last few weeks to get ready for this game, I just wanted to look my best to support him.” I told them truthfully.
“If you wanted to support him why aren’t you wearing his jersey?” Malia asked and Lydia nudged her as if to tell her to shut up, she never did have the best filter when it came to what she said.
“Oh, I have that in my car for later.” I smirked in response making Lydia laugh with a shake of her head.
“I knew there was a reason you smelled like that.” Malia said and I rolled my eyes at her this time.
“Is it so bad that I want to treat my boyfriend to a little something special to congratulate him on all his work and hopefully a win?” I asked.
“No, it’s not. I think it’s sweet, just ignore her.” Lydia told me, smiling at me before glaring over at Malia.
I smiled to thank Lydia before we all went on with a different topic of conversation until it got closer to game time. A few minutes before the game was supposed to start I sent Stiles a quick text, wishing him luck and telling him where I was in the stands so he could find me if he was looking.
The game started and Stiles was playing like I had never seen him play before, he was catching and throwing the ball like his life depended on it. I didn’t sit down through the whole game, I just stood and cheered for him as hard as he was playing. At one point during the game Scott threw the ball to Stiles, which he caught but almost as soon as he caught it a large member of the other team tacked him to the ground. I gasped, my heart started to pound in my chest, I had never seen him get tackled as hard as that.
“Stiles!” I called out, mostly just a reflex. Coach and the medical team rushed onto the field to check on him. Soon I saw them start helping him stand up, he gave a wave to the crowed to send the signal that he was okay. I watched him as he shook off the pain then saw him look out into the audience, his gaze meeting mine, I blew him a kiss and he caught it then brought it to his lips, then blew me one and I did the same. I felt a rush of relief blow over me when I knew that he was okay before I knew it he was back in the game and playing like nothing had happened.
The game ended and the whole crowed cheered, they ended up winning 18 to 3, their biggest win of the whole seasons. I jumped and clapped and cheered for Stiles as the whole team hugged and congratulated one another in the middle of the field.
“Hey, we’re going to head out, beat the crowed, do you need a ride or anything?” Lydia asked, holding my arm to get my attention.
“Oh, no I have my car here and I want to congratulate the guys before they head back to the locker room. Thanks though! I’ll just see you guys later.” I told her, a smile plastered on my face. She nodded and gave me a wave, Malia turned to wave as well and I waved them both off as they made their way down the bleachers.
Once the team started heading back to the locker rooms I made my way down to the field hoping to catch Stiles before he left. Isaac and Liam both passed and I congratulated both with hugs, Scott was shortly behind them and I hugged and congratulated him as well. Then finally Stiles came by and wrapped me up in his arms the second he saw me. I wrapped my arms around his neck and kissed him deeply, smiling as I did.
“Congrats baby.” I mumbled against his lips which caused him to pull away, but he didn’t put me down.
“Thanks, angel.” He grinned, “So what’s my surprise?” He asked and I giggled, glad that he hadn’t forgotten.
“Meet me back at your place and you’ll find out.” I winked and wiggled my way out of his arms but not after giving him one last kiss.
“I’ll be there in fifteen minutes. You can let yourself in.” He said kissing my cheek and running off to the locker room.
I laughed as I watched him run off, loving how eager he was to find out what I had in store for him. When he was out of sight I ran to my car and headed to Stiles’ house. I knew I would only have a short amount of time to get ready before Stiles made it there. When I got to his houses I went right to his room and changed out of my clothes and into what I had brought with me, the matching underwear and bra and of course his jersey. I looked myself over in the mirror making sure being outside hadn’t messed my hair up too much then made myself comfortable on his bed. I laid on my side, propping my head up in my hand, facing the door and waiting for Stiles to arrive.
A few minutes later I heard the front door shut loudly and feet quickly walking towards the room. A smirk rested on my face as I waited for Stiles to open the door to his room and when he finally did he stopped, mouth falling open as he looked at me.
“Surprise, babe.” I said seductively, giggling slightly when his bag dropped to the floor. I could see his eyes trailing up my legs stopping at the hem of his jersey which hit right below my ass, I lifted my hand and curled my finger at him, signaling for him to come over to the bed.
Stiles kicked his bag to the side and kicked the door shut behind him, pulling his shirt off in the process, stumbling slightly as he made his wat to the bed. He crawled onto the bed and over to me, his body hovering over mine as I rolled onto my back.
“Do you know what you do to me when you wear that?” He asked, his voice low and raspy, I smirked, knowing exactly what it did to him.
“I think I have an idea.” I hummed, my finger gently trailing up and down his chest a few times.
“You look so fucking good.” He growled just before he captured my lips in his. I wrapped my arms around his neck, pulling him down further, our bodies resting against each other as the kiss heated up quickly. His tongue licked at my lips and I happily allowed him entrance, out tongues now mingling together. I could already feel his cock growing hard against my thigh though his sweatpants, I loved that I could do so much to him so quickly.
After letting us both get turned on enough to where it was almost impossible to pull away, I did just that. I pulled back from the kiss and slid my body out from under him and off the bed. He looked at me, confusion filling his face, but I just smirked knowing he was going to enjoy what was about to happen. He turned onto his back and propped himself up on his elbows watching me closely, wondering what was coming next. Although there was no music playing I slowly started to sway my hips, gripping the hem of the jersey in my hands and slowly raising it up revealing a hint of my panties. I turned around but kept swaying my hips, the jersey coming up even further this time revealing my ass almost completely. With each sway of my hips I brought the jersey higher and higher, I turned back around to face him biting my lip when I could clearly see the bulge in his sweatpants, his eyes glued to my every move. Eventually I had brought the jersey high enough to reveal the bottom edge of my bra and at that point I was done with the teasing and apparently so was Stiles. He groaned and started to rub himself through his pants and I knew I was going to have to hurry things along.
I pulled the jersey over my head and dropped it to the floor, strolling over to Stiles and standing between his legs at the edge of the bed. I grabbed his wrist in my hand and pulled it away from his member.
“Let me do that.” I smirked, lowering to my knees while gripping his pants in my hands and pulling them down so he could kick them off.
I licked my lips as I looked up at Stiles who was still watching me closely. I palmed over his cock through his boxers a few times then finally pulled them down, his generous size finally free of its confinements. I wrapped my hand around his bases and pumped him a few times, a soft groan falling from his lips at the contact, that groan soon turned into a gasp when I wrapped my lips around his tip, licking the precum from him. I hummed as his cock filled my mouth, taking him in until his tip hit the back of my throat. I began to bob my head slowly at first, taking my time with him, eventually picking up the pace when his hand tangled into my hair, guiding my motions and encouraging me to go faster. I could tell he was getting close when he stared to thrust his hips forward causing me to deep throat his cock, my eyes watering as my gag reflex kicked in. I started going even faster until suddenly, Stiles pushed my head away causing me to look up at him.
“I want to cum with you.” He said through shallow breaths. I smiled and pulled myself up, climbing on top of him, pulling my hair off to one side.
“That can be arranged.” I grinned, leaning down and kissing his deeply.
I felt Stiles’ arms wrap around my waist just before he rolled us over so he was once more hovering over me. He held himself up with one arm placed next to my head, his other gently running down my body, his fingers setting my skin on fire. I reached up and place my hands on either side of his face, letting the kiss get deeper as his hand got lower. His fingers trailed back up my body and he slipped his hand behind my back, I arched into him so he could unclasp my bra, which he quickly pulled from my body and pulled back from the kiss. His eyes scanned over my body, as if he was studying every inch of my skin, he smiled.
“Have I ever told you how beautiful you are?” He asked, a blush immediately forming on my cheeks at his words. I nodded, a smile resting on my face and he leaned down and pressed a soft kiss to my lips, it only lasted for a second before he pulled away and began kissing down my neck, sucking at my sweet spot, knowing he would leave a mark there. His lips trailed wet kisses down to my collar bone where he nipped at the skin, my body completely relaxing at his touch. As his kisses got lower my breathing got heavier, the anticipation growing, the wetness between my legs growing with each kiss.
Before removing my panties, Stiles traced his fingers along the lace over my folds, I knew he could already feel how wet I was, I whimpered needing to feel him where I was most sensitive. Finally, he lopped his fingers in the band of my panties and pulled them down my legs, tossing them to the floor with the rest of our discarded clothes. He licked one long, slowly, stripe up my folds making me gasp at the sudden contact, that gasp quickly turned into moans as his tongue began its work on my clit. Circling it and drawing unknown patterns along it, I was throbbing, and as if he could sense it, he slid a long, slender finger inside of me, pumping it a few times before adding another. Mewls were falling from my lips, my breathing faster, my back arching, craving more. He began to fuck me with his fingers faster and I could feel my walls starting to clench around him as he kitten licked against my clit.
“S-Stiles…” I whimpered, trying to let him know I was clothes. He pulled his fingers out of me and looked up at me, our eyes locking as he sucked his fingers into his mouth, licking off every, last drop of my pleasure.
Stiles crawled back up until we were face to face, his cock resting against my thigh as we breathed each other in. I leaned up to meet him our lips connecting into a passionate kiss as he lined himself up at my entrance. I nipped at his lip and wrapped an arm around his neck holding him close when he finally pushed into me, both of us gasping and groaning at the contact. He pushed all the way in and waited, letting me adjust to his size, I kissed him deeply letting him know I needed more, he pulled out slowly and pushed back in just as slowly.
I moaned as his cock continued to fill me completely, each time sending more pleasure through my body. It didn’t take long for him to start thrusting faster, creating more friction and more pleasure between the both of us. Heavy breathing, monas, and the sound of skin hitting skin filled his room with each thrust of his hips into me. Our foreheads rested against each other, eyes closed, lips brushing against each other as our bodies moved along with each other. Stiles slipped a hand between us and started rubbing his thumb against my clit, I knew he was getting close and he was trying to get me closer as well. It didn’t take much.
My walls started to contract around him when my orgasm started to build within me, Stiles’ thrusts began to get sloppy and there was no longer any rhythm to them, we were both reaching our peaks together. My arm tightened around his shoulders, my back arch into him puling our bodies closer together, my breath caught in my throat, and my voice broke mid moan of his name. Stiles’ face rested in the crook of my neck, his dick twitching inside of me, his thrusts more forceful but slightly slower as he came inside of me, releasing everything he had, my walls still tight around him.
As we came down from our highs Stiles rolled over next to me and onto his back, his hand reaching down to mine, lacing our fingers together. We laid there trying to catch our breath, our bodies still on fire, tingling with pleasure. Once we had both caught our breath enough Stiles brought our hands up and kissed the back of mine, pulling me over into his side, dropping my hand and wrapping his arms around me. I closed my eyes and sighed against his chest placing a chaste kiss to his skin as he did the same to the top of my head.
“I guess I should win lacrosse games more often.” He laughed.
“I guess I should wear your jersey more often.” I said in response, looking up at him and we both laughed.
“I love you, [Y/N].” He whispered.
“I love you too, Stiles.”
