Pairing: Void Stiles X reader
warnings: cursing, SMUT, slight violence?
a/n: okay I’m really sorry this took so long. I wanted it to be really good, it is my first void stiles smut…I hope I did your request some justice anon..and at the end of the req it said “the reader somehow pins him down and impresses him and he kisses her, then whatever you want…" And of course I want some good old smutty smutty smut smut. Enjoy…maybe? Not my gif.
There he was, he made a smug smile on your best friend’s face that made you want to rip his fucking throat out; however, you knew if you killed the nogitsune your best friend would never come back to you.
“Oh, what’s the matter, princess?” He practically snarled at you.
“Just trying to decide if Stiles is really worth not killing you right here and now.“ You growled back at him.
“oh, sweetheart you think I don’t know about you guys? Trust me, I have every inch of your body memorized. You won’t kill him.“ he whispered.
You tried to hide the blush that came across your face. He was right, you and Stiles had sex multiple times, but you knew the nogitsune was just trying to get under your skin. Scott warned you not to let that happen; but, Scott also was unaware of your guys’ rendezvaus. Why Scott chose you of all people to transport him through the woods from the Mcall house to Derek’s loft was beyond you, and you just wanted to get him there and be done with it.
Instead of replying to him, you just stopped in your tracks and turned around looking at him. It was Stiles, but the dark circles and ghostly skin reminded you that it wasn’t, not really. You looked at him closely for a minute trying to find Stiles somewhere in those dark amber eyes.
“What’s wrong, princess? I can feel your pain, you know. Do you miss your precious Stiles? Or are you mad that I already know what you look like naked with your legs wrapped around his face?” He taunted.
“Fuck you, you may see it in his head, but you’ll never -” you retaliated but stopped mid sentence. he’s going to try to get under your skin. Don’t let him.
“you really have a thing for being on top, don’t you? I’ve been wondering if that was a dominance thing, do you feel weak being human? Need a way to display power?” He sneered. He had finally pushed you to your limit, you tried to ignore him, you tried to not let him get to you. You tried.
“You know what you vile piece of shit? I’ll show you how fucking weak I am!” You screamed at him, throwing your jacket on the ground. You pulled he rope that bound his wrists together forward and threw him to the ground.
“Well that’s not exactly fair,” he grunted. “You have me tied up, princess.”
You took the knife out of your boot pocket and cut the rope. You knew it was a bad idea, but your blood was boiling. He grabbed you by the throat and lifted you, but you smirked in response.
“Guess Stiles blocked out this memory, huh? Think he’s never had me in this position?” You choked out before wrapping your legs around him and digging your heels into the back of his knees making them buckle and he fell to the ground, you falling on top of him. You grabbed his arms and pinned them down. You stared at him again for a moment, and for a brief second and you swore you got a glimpse of Stiles.
“I’m impressed.” He said simply, you gave him th dirtiest look you could.
“I don’t fucking care if I impr-” you began to scold him instead he caught your lips with his. It felt so natural almost like it was Stiles, a very rough, worked up Stiles. For a split second you actually enjoyed it.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” you asked, coming to your senses and disgusted with yourself.
“You intrigue me. I want to make you writhe on top of me, just like he did.” He said seductively. You knew you shouldn’t, but you missed Stiles’ touch, the way his hands felt on you, the way he could make you scream his name. You thought about it for a for a minute.
“No.” You stated firmly, trying to stand up. He pulled you back on top of him,
“What do you like so much about Stiles?” He asked, but not waiting for an answer he continued still holding you tight against him.
“Do you like the way he kisses your neck,” he continued, doing exactly that. Just the way Stiles did making you accidentily moan on top of him. He smirked and continued to speak:
“or when he grazes his fingertips along your thighs?” He said, running those long, slender fingers up the back of your thighs, firmly gripping your ass and sending shivers up your spine.
“Fuck it.” You exclaimed. It had been months and you were desperate to feel Stiles again. You slammed your lips into his hungrily and he snaked his arms around your neck and gently tugged at your hair making you moan into his mouth. He took his opportunity to slip his tongue in and explore your mouth
His hands moved from your hair to the bottom of your tank top in an instant. You pulled away from the kiss with a bite of his lip earning a low growl from him. You sat up, leaning back pressing your heat against the now growing bulge in Stiles’ loose shorts. You pulled your tank top over your head and tossing it into the leaves. You bit your lip as you palmed your breasts through your bra and rolled your hips down on his hardened cock. You moaned at the friction it was creating.
He grabbed your hips and held you against him. He took one hand and danced those fingers up your back until he reached your bra clasp. Without a word he took your bra off and attached his mouth to your now hardened peak. He vigorously sucked and swirled his tongue around it leaving dark marks before switching his attention to the other, doing the same. His hands still gripping your hips tightly, moved to unbutton your jean shorts.
He unbuttoned them and traced along the top of your panties with his long fingers making you squirm with anticipation. You leaned down attaching your lips to his again and the new angle allowed him to shimmy your shorts and underwear right off of you. You move your lips down to the most sensitive spot on Stiles’ neck, he let out a low animalistic moan and leaned up so you could remove his shirt. Your fingers danced down his stomach making his muscles tense involuntarily. You began to kiss down his stomach earning all sorts of groans and growls. You smile into his soft, cold skin. He bucked his hips and you left searing open mouthed kisses all the way to the elastic band of his shorts.
“C'mon, princess,” he growled at your slow pace and bucked his hips up. You immediately hooked your fingers around Stiles shorts and boxers pulling them off, throwing them next to your shirt and bra. You kissed up his inner thigh, nipping at the skin making him purr.
You licked up the underside of his cock slowly and steadily before slamming his entire length into the back of your throat roughly. Your eyes watered and you choked slightly but kept the punishing rhythm up, you enjoyed seeing this voided out Stiles unravel under you. You slowed down your pace after a few minutes and took him out of your mouth, swirling your tongue around his head. He was now panting, chest rising and falling heavily. You crawled back on top of him, your entrance now soaked from hearing all of the sounds coming out of his mouth. You lined his hard cock up with your entrance and smirked at him as you slowly let him fill you. You both mewled in satisfaction, and you rolled your hips making him hit that spot within you that set every nerve in your body aflame. You lifted your self almost fully off of him before slamming down on him, he grunted as you picked up your pace slamming yourself down on him over and over. The knot in your stomach grew tighter and tighter as he bucked his hips and pulled you down harder. You bounced on top of him palming your breasts, your guys moans and grunts the only notable sound. He rolled you over so he was on top of you, never losing contact and he slammed into you, he put one of your legs over his shoulder and hit the sweet spot inside of you again, the knot in your stomach threatened to burst as he ran his hand down your stomach and pressed his thumb against your clit and rubbed vigorous circles drawing you closer and closer to the edge.
“C'mon, princess, come for me,” he growled at you and that did it.
“Holy fuck! Stiles!” You screamed out into the abyss. A shock wave through your body as you spiral into an intense orgasm when the knot exploded. He pounded into you a few more times before his thrusts got sloppier and he finally got to his own release.
coming down from your highs he pulled himself out of you, smirking.
“Holy fuck” you whispered, as you jumped up and grabbed your clothes, you threw his at him and walked over to him. You pulled rope from your inside jacket pocket and bound his hands back together.
“Well, that was an interesting turn of events.” He said making Stiles lips curl up into an evil smile.
“No fucking talking.” You stated firmly grabbing his bound wrists and pulling him behind you. Shit. What did I just do? you thought, mentally smacking yourself. Shit.
