𝙸 𝙱𝚎𝚝 𝙸 𝙲𝚊𝚗 𝙱𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚎𝚎𝚛 𝙿𝚘𝚗𝚐...
𝖯𝗋𝗈𝗆𝗉𝗍: Scott introduces you and Stiles together at Lydia's annual halloween party.
stiles stilinski x fem!reader
warnings: 18+ NOT PROOF READ! Drinking games, cursing, sexual references, kissing.
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"Listen, she's the coolest fucking chic you will ever meet Stiles, seriously I met her in my world history class and she was drawing the teacher with one of those hats with the spinny thing on top." Scott said to Stiles as they walked into the door of Lydia's party.
The loud music thumping inside their heads as they entered and almost collided with a couple making out in the opening hallway like some fucked up greeting squad for the newcomers.
Stiles eyed them with annoyance and then yelled:
"Yeah, stick your tongue right down her throat a little more!"
Scott pulled him away before they got into a fight, Stiles had been slightly pregaming with him at his house before the party as they talked and listened to music and Stiles was all loosened up enough to be comfortable in his skin, and beating the shit out of someone else's.
"Jackass." Stiles muttered under his breath before being dragged away by Scott.
They entered a bigger part of the house, the living room that was decorated with giant cobwebs and beer pong tables and couches already stained with dark liquids that neither Scott or Stiles needed to examine closely.
Scott had started to look a little sick the minute he stepped into the room, his “keen werewolf senses” as Stiles liked to say, not doing so hot at the moment. He wobbled and kept himself up with a wall before Stiles came to the rescue.
By tugging him away into a more quiet hallway, where the smell was less intruding and the music was less abrasive, they thought they were in the clear but then Stiles bumped into a body, you lost your breath a little bit at his tough body colliding with yours, making you feel like you stumbled into a wall.
"Watch where you're..." You started, bewildered, looking up at him and then glancing at Scott who looked like he finally regained the ability to breath through his nose, his hand paused on the bridge of his nose and his eye brows scrunched together.
He dropped his hand and looked down at you and his face melted into a grin, pulling you into a side hug and affectionately kissing the top of your head. He was practically like a brother figure to you, he had been with you in some of your hardest moments, especially with your parents divorce recently.
"Hey stranger." He said, letting you go after a moment of holding you.
"Im wounded." You said with a grin, hugging him back and giving him a tight squeeze, and then pulling back to smile at both of them, a glint of confusion and slight interest flashing in your eyes as they landed on Stiles.
You vaguely remember seeing him in the halls passing with Stiles and at the lacrosse games that you had been dragged to by Lydia, he was cuter up front, his moles sticking out like a sore thumb on his slightly pale complexion.
"Hi.. are you.. Stiles? Scott has mentioned you a bunch, he will not shut up about how wickedly smart you are." You said with a chuckle, taking a step forward and holding out your hand to introduce yourself.
Stiles looked at you, and then down at her hand and reached out, shaking it.
You were dressed as a scarecrow with small stitches drawn on with eyeliner and smudged eye makeup. You were wearing jeans and a baggy flannel that had been torn up slightly in a fashionable way.
"That's me, and uh.. more like the hyper fixed to a point of mass hysteria, but thanks Scott for making me seem like Albert Einstein." He said with a sheepish chuckle, letting go of your hand and then pushing and threading his fingers through his already messy hair.
“Seriously, have part of my brain I can’t handle anymore,” Stiles said with hidden grief disguised by humor, his smile slightly self-deprecating as he looked down at you.
“If only I had a brain.” You said in a theatrical voice, quoting the wizard of oz.
“Oh joy, I wish I had a heart.” Stiles said after with a chuckle, smiling down at you, a steady blush forming on his cheeks that you tried not to notice.
You smiled back and then caught Scott's eyes, and blinked in signification that said you already liked Stiles and knew you would get along, you two were so close you could practically speak telepathically, always on the same wavelength.
After a moment of silence you looked away from Scott and plastered on a friendly smile, you chirped up finally:
“I promised my friend that I’d play a round of beer pong because he’s been gettin his ass kicked all night,” you said with a small smile. “But if you guys have good hand-eye coordination, I formally invite you to partake in such festivities.” Smiling awkwardly and picking at your jeans nervously, leaning up on your feet and dropping back down again.
Scott looked at Stiles shrugging and then Stiles nodded with a cock of his head, turning back to you.
“Great,” you said, walking past them and expecting them to follow suit.
You guys weaved through the house, dodging the room that smelled like pneumonia thankfully and taking short cuts through the various collections of living rooms that were all mobbed.
You raised your hand and waved to hug a tall guy in the final room who Stiles and Scott faintly recognized but never put a name to. He was the guy who wanted to play.
You walked up and then faced both of them again and quickly introduced him.
“This is Jack, he’s the guy,” you said calmly.
Jack turned toward them and reached out a hand with a grin.
“Hi, I’m the guy. Thanks for the awesome introduction,” Jack said with an eye roll and a look down at you.
You looked sheepishly away and then waved your hands, something that hit a little close to home for Stiles when he wanted to recalibrate the attention and refocus it.
“Love your costume dude,” Scott said, looking at Jack's costume who was dressed as a knight.
“Thank you! No round tables here unfortunately but a man can hope.” Jack said with a grin, starting to set up the first round.
“So me and.. Sorry I didn't catch your name?” Jack said, gesturing to Scott.
“Stiles Stilinski.” Stiles said after, smiling at him.
“Awesome, so me and Scott and scarecrow and Stiles?” Jack said with a convinced face when he saw nods going all around.
He finished setting up the table and everyone separated to their sides.
Stiles leaned down to say something since he was practically a skyscraper compared to you.
“We got this,” he said with an unconvincing voice. “Well, YOU got this.” He said with a
“Play ball!” Jack said in a voice that mimicked the sandlot.
In a weaselly voice you said back:
“Yeah? Well, you play ball like a girl!” And Jack fake gasped and then grinned, passing the ball over to you which you promptly caught in the palm of our hand.
You took a deep breath and then gently tossed the ball. It ricocheted off the cup's rim and then sadly plopped into the neighboring cup.
“I demand a recount!” Jack said, gesturing to the sad display of beer pong skills.
“REFFFFF.” Scott said, picking up the cup and taking out the ball, chugging and promptly finishing it and tossing it into a nearby trashcan.
You heard Stiles laugh, following his eyes to Scott's face of disgust at the taste of the beer, and then chuckled yourself.
Scott tossed the ball over to Stiles and he barely caught it, he paused for a second, like he was actually figuring out the math of the situation and the angle he would have to arch it at to make it in. He tossed it, and it went nowhere near any of the cups, bouncing off the table.
"Wow, you had confidence going into that one," Scott said with a toothy grin, his uneven jaw flexing slightly as he retrieved the ball from under the table.
“I'm sorry I don’t excel in underaged drinking games, dads a cop by the way Scotty.” Stiles shot back, tossing the ball to Scott with a look of competition.
You looked at the exchange and scoffed, looking up at Stiles who had turned his gaze towards you.
"Listen, there is definitely a strategic reason to this absence of skills," he said, like he was trying to defend himself from your glare.
You turned your gaze to Scott, who was just free-balling it, and watched him throw the ball perfectly into the center cup.
"Fuck my life," Stiles said into his hands, chuckling weakly and peeking through his fingers to look at the other team.
“Fuck OUR life.” You said, raising your hand and taking the cup, shooting it back and crumpling up the cup and tossing it into the garbage can.
You returned to the table and watched Jack launch the ball right into the neighboring cup next to where Scott landed his, and you groaned, leaning beside Stiles against the table.
"Balls back!" Scott and Jack both said in unison, turning to each other like they might just gallivant into the sunset once they realized.
“Do you want to get married??” Scott said, squealing.
“Honeymoon in Vegas?" Jack returned.
You laughed and rolled the ball back to them, sneaking a small glance at Stiles as he finished the cup Jack landed it in. Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his hands gripped the cup tightly.
You felt a little flushed from seeing it. Maybe it was the booze talking, or maybe it was because your favorite song had just come on, but you felt lightheaded and gently leaned against the table.
After another humiliating round of beer pong, everyone was drunk. Jack was wasted, Scott was tipsy, and you and Stiles were still sipping from your horrific losing streak.
Eventually you guys cleaned up and migrated over to a free couch in the oddly intimate room, only a handful of people were in with you guys, filtering in and out like a constant flow.
You flopped down and lolled your head to the side until it gently landed on Stiles’ shoulder, sitting up again you mumbled an apology and he looked over like he was upset that you were leaving in the first place.
“What no? Come back..” He said, scooting closer to you and letting you rest your head on his shoulder fully, like you two had known each other just as long as the sky was blue.
You looked up at him, admiring his side profile and the way his jaw flexed when he laughed at something, he eventually looked down and met your eyes with a small smile.
"So what are you supposed to be?" you asked, flicking one of the buttons on his flannel.
"Stiles," he said with a chuckle, looking down at the way you messed with the fabric of his shirt.
"What the hell is a Stiles?" you asked, looking over at Scott.
“A very advanced machine that runs on adderall.” He said, not looking up from his phone as he answered a text.
“Ah yes, how silly of me.” You said sarcastically.
You watched Scott get up from his seat, holding his finger up and mounting the words ‘I have to take this,’ as he exited the room through a sliding glass door, Jack's eyes following him slightly and then digging in his pocket, pulling out a cigarette and looking over at you.
“Hey, do you have a lighter?” He asked.
You reached into your back pocket and chucked it into his hand and watched Jack get up from his seat and start to walk away as well.
“I better see that lighter in my hands tomorrow Jack! Or I’ll sic my English homework on you.” You shouted after him.
He made a fake scared noise and threw a peace sign above his head before turning into a hallway, leaving just you and Stiles in the room, no more stragglers moving through, the only trace of someone else the subtle hum of the music coming from another room.
You turned back to Stiles, smiling over at him, your eyebrows quirked up as you wondered what to say.
“I have seemingly been able to catch all of your movie references tonight, yet I still don’t know your favorite movie.” Stiles said promptly.
“Guess?” You said, sitting crisscrossed on the couch next to him, turning your body so you were facing him as you too talked, a slow blush slightly distinguishable if you stared hard enough at your face.
“Count of Monte Cristo?” Stiles asked.
“Great movie though.” You said with a smirk.
He slightly pursed his lips, staring aimlessly at the wall in front of him and then turning his eyes towards yours again.
“Titanic?” He asked, hopeful.
“What do you take me for?” You asked. “Masterpiece but…think Sci Fi..”
“Star Wars!” He shouted, almost launching himself from the couch.
You laughed and nodded furiously, watching him prance around the room with an accusatory finger pointed at you.
“But which one..?” Stiles asked, walking towards you and stopping in front of you.
“Revenge of the Sith.” You said it was common knowledge.
“Ah see that just ruined it, the best is obviously The Empire Strikes Back.” He said, with a click of his tongue and a look of faux disappointment.
“You didn’t ask me the best! You asked for my favorite!” You shouted incredulously, holding your hands up in protest.
“Touche.” He said, plopping back on the couch with you, his arm landing behind your head.
“Smooth.” You said, looking up at him with a laugh, seeing the blush on his face.
“Hey I am very smooth, thank you very much.” He said, leaning closer to you, his eyes dropping down to your lips just for a second like in some cheesy comedy.
You felt your face heat up, your pupils widening slightly and then you were leaning in, just barely, tilting your head so your lips would collide gently, your hand creeping up to cup his jaw.
He gently parted his lips, smiling into the kiss and pulling you closer to him on the couch, your chests pressed together as you two slowly intertwined with fluid movements, his tongue swiping over your bottom lip, getting a taste of the beer still on your tongue.
His hand moved down to your waist, guiding you on top of him with gentle precision, moving your thighs so they parted and laid on either side of his hips, his hand steadying you on top of him as he chased your lips.
You don’t know what possessed you to be so forward but you returned the kiss with fervor, placing your hands on his shoulders and moving with your hips in a slow grind with every kiss and pausing moment, you couldn’t get enough at this moment and it was becoming discreetly obvious that he couldn’t either when you felt him under you.
He let out a small whimper when you directly ground on his erection, his hands tightening on your waist, and his lips stopping the contact with yours, already losing focus, he gently buried his head in your neck and tried to keep his breathing leveled but he was already so hard and sensitive.
“Please..” He whispered, not even knowing what he was asking for, the room still empty and thick with tension and the possibility that anyone could still walk in, they needed more space.
“Hm..?” You asked, intertwining one of your hands through his thick tangled locks of hair, running them up and down and tugging gently.
“My car is right down the street.. Or we can find a room.. Just please I’m gonna come in my pants if you keep going.” He said, a low tone, his voice chalky with hints of embarrassment peeking through, his hands clutching you tighter.
“Are you?” You asked, taking the free hand rested on his shoulder and reaching down his body to gently cup him, his hips arching up into the contact and his hand leaving you waist to hold your hand there, desperate for any friction.
“You know I am..stop being naive with me like you weren't just grinding on me.” He said with a chuckle that turned into hum as you dragged over his length through his fabric.
“The host would kill us if we hooked up in their bed.” You said with a chuckle, kissing the top of his head affectionately.
“Bathrooms are always an option..” He said, his hot breath fanning against the skin of your neck as brushed your hand that he was holding hard on, if you tried to move it he would let you, he wouldn't want to make you uncomfortable.
“You barely know me..” You said, leaning into the warmth of his lips returning to your neck.
“Listen sweetheart, you were the one who kissed me..” He said softly, removing his hand from over yours and bringing it up to brush your cheek with his thumb.
“How far is your car again?” You asked breathlessly, slipping your hand under his shirt and touching his warm bare skin.
“Block away.” He said back, leaning up and just barely brushing his lips with yours.
“Ok..” You said, kissing him fully, but then he pulled away.
“As in, let's go?” He asked, hopeful, his eyes widening.
You got up from him and smiled, not answering which left him readjusting himself and practically tripping over himself to follow you outside the door of the party, jogging to walk in front of you, his back colliding with the front door as he pushed it open and started talking to you.
“I’m assuming yes? Please?” He said, following after you into the night, walking down the stairs of the front lawn backwards and almost tripping but catching himself.
“Better be clean.” You said, catching his arm so he didn’t faceplant.
“The cleanest! The most spotless car you have ever seen!” He said, letting you walk past him and then pumping his fists like he just won the lottery, and then followed after you down the street.
“Hey wait up!” He said, catching your hand and interlacing his fingers with yours, a gentle smile on his face, a contrast to the raging blush.
You smiled back at him and started walking at a slower pace so he could catch up, falling into a steady beat of silence that was neither uncomfortable or awkward.
Stiles received a call and dug his hand through the back pocket of his jeans, almost dropping it and then answering it seeing it was Scott.
“Yeah?” He asked, a little impatient, seeing his car in the distance, Roscoe his beloved.
Scott's voice is static on the other line but distinctable for him.
“Yeah-..yeah okay got it Scotty.” He said hurriedly.
“Okay I need to call you back.” He said, standing in front of the car unlocking it and watching you get into the back seat, his eyes landing on your ass, biting his bottom lip.
Before he could properly hang up you were pulling him into the car gently, closing the door behind you both and getting adjusted into the somewhat spacious backseat for a jeep.
He was still on the phone when your lips connected with his neck, your hands already all over him.
“Scott, I’ll talk to you.. Fuck.. soon.” Stiles choked out, ending the call and chucking his phone into the front seat of his car, instantly adjusting to move on top of you, his lips connecting with yours in a heated exchange, his hand moving up your shirt and his finger tugging on your bra strap.
He brought both hands up and undid your bra, discarding it in the front seat with his abandoned phone, his hands hungrily returning to you, grasping and brushing over your nipples, his kisses more teeth then tongue like he wanted to eat you instead of just hook up.
You were quite literally in shock when he touched you, leaning up to meet his small pinches and touches of your chest, unable to really kiss him back with the mixed feelings of pleasure moving through you.
“I’m gonna keep you here all night.. Fuck your incredible..” He said, noticing that you were slightly overwhelmed and slowing down his kisses and movements, returning one of his hands to your waist and gently caressing because he wanted this to feel just as good for you as it did for him, even though every bone in his body was chasing the feeling of having you anyway he could get you.
“What do you want?” He asked gently, pausing his kisses completely and just brushing slowly, the rapid beating of your heart almost audible in the car.
“I- I’m not sure..” You said, breathing against your lips, feeling his hard on through his pants brush against your leg and letting out a shaky exhale.
He leaned off of you, sitting back on his knees, seeing you anxious and getting off you and giving you space.
“Do you just want to talk? We don’t have to.. Do anything… I know you said yes but you can always change your mind.” He asked, helping you lean up, readjusting himself and pressing a kiss to your forehead.
“Can I just-..” You said, gently putting your hands on his chest and pressing his back against the seat of the car, and then slowly straddling him, your face melting back into pleasure as you got readjusted. You were a top by nature and he seemed to be too but he did ask what you wanted, and he didn’t seem to have any objections to this arrangement.
“There.. Better.” You said, leaning in and kissing him, him letting out surprised hum at the sudden change but smiling into the kiss anyways.
“You should've just asked.. I like this better anyways..” He said against your lips, his hands returning to your sides.
“I know, I can tell.” You said, touching him through the fabric of his jeans again, he nipped at your bottom lip in retaliation and eventually subsided into a mixture of hums and small whimpers, his face returning in the crook of your neck as you touched him.
You paused and unclicked the button of his pants with a smile and slid his zipper down, sliding your hand under the waist band of his boxers, feeling how needy he was just from kissing and some dry humping. It was adorable, honestly.
You felt his hand do the same with your jeans, popping the button and sliding your pants down fully.
“Lift your hips for me..” He said softly in your ear, sliding them over your underwear and then watching you kick them off with an amused smirk on his face.
You finally got them off with a defeated and annoyed look, but all faded away when you felt his hand skim your inner thigh, just barely touching your heated skin with the pad of his thumb moving closer to your core.
You took his hand and put it where you wanted it, right over the wet spot in your panties, you wore navy blue lace ones that were silk and smooth and soaked, he was surprised that you hadn’t been more vocal with how turned on you are.
“You’ve been awfully quiet in your state..” He said, gently tracing through your folds over the fabric and then pulling them aside, touching you bare.
“Don’t worry I'll change that..” He said, edging his finger inside you, sinking it in easily, his lips parting slightly as he exhaled onto the skin of your neck, just as you did at the pleasure, his eyes trained on you like he got an orgasm just from every movement of yours.
You let out a whimper, pressing your chest against his and clutching onto him, already struggling to say anything more than begging for more, because you needed it more then you want to admit.
It wasn’t even that much yet, but the way he did it made it feel like the most euphoric experience you have ever had, your hands trembling as he curled his finger inside of you, feeling how tight you were and pent up. You needed to be taken care of, no matter your position.
“I need-..” You said, rolling your hips slightly on his finger, making it go deeper than before and biting your bottom lip when he curled it again.
“You want another?” He asked, his second finger just barely edging your entrance, his face calm and pleased as he watched you nod slowly.
He slid another in, curling deeper this time, watching you crumple a little bit into his lap, grinding on his hand.
Your hand had lazily been touching him this whole time, now struggling to stay focused with his fingers inside you like this.
He removed your hand from his hands and replaced it with his own, gently stroking himself as he watched you grind on his hand, matching the movements with shallow thrusts of his fingers up into your core.
“Does that feel good..” He asked, cocking his head to the side and watching you, he gently edged his fingers further inside of you, feeling the surrounding feeling of your gummy walls wrapped around his finger, already having lustful fantasies about how it would feel finally having you sink down on his cock, at the same time of thinking that, a small bead of precum formed at the head of his dick and he spread it over, letting out a shaky groan at the pressure.
He took his fingers slowly out of you, your hips bucking in protest to chase them, your eyes opening and looking at him with hints of pleading.
“Can I fuck you?” He asked softly, pressing his forehead against yours, his fingers that were just inside you, spreading your folds and just barely brushing over your clit.
“Hm?” You ask, dazed and high on pleasure, your eyes barely open.
He seemed to notice and reached up and pinched your nipple hard enough so that it got you paying attention but not so it hurt.
“Can I fuck you?” He asked, lifting up your shirt and bra and apologetically tracing his tongue over the nipple he pinched, his eyes on you and your hands clutching to interlace with his hair,
“Mhm..” You said softly, reaching down for him but he beat you to it, pulling himself out and then reached in his back pocket, pulling out a small foil package and ripping it open with his teeth, pulling it out and discarding the foil next to him.
He slid it on himself slowly, groaning gently and bucked up at nothing by the slight taste of pleasure. He looked up at you, watched you guide your entrance to the tip of him, just barely slipping yourself over him.
He guided you down until he bottomed out, his lips parted as he breathed out and closed his eyes, like he was just gonna come from that alone. You hoped not, you had never felt this full in your life, you fit together perfectly, and although it was tight, you were already getting adjusted to his size.
“Can- can I move..?” He asked softly, kissing the side of your neck and letting his hands fall down to cup your ass.
Before he could, you were gently rolling your hips, just barely letting him feel you move, but he took that as a yes and thrust into you, a low groan escaping his lips as he exhaled and looked up at you in a daze just as strong as your own.
You felt him move in deep but slow thrusts, struggling slightly since you were straddling him.
You kissed his cheek and then gently pulled off of him, gently guiding him by the collar of his shirt to climb on top of you, giving himself a couple strokes before sliding back into you, his hands positioned on either side of your head as he began to move into you, his length hitting all the right spots inside of you.
He let out an almost primal growl at the feeling of you, his hand clutching into your hair as his thrusts became faster, kissing your neck roughly and sinking his teeth in, leaving a dark mark.
You let out a loud moan, and you saw him smirk to himself, he was right the first time, he was gonna make you feel him and you were gonna be as vocal as he damn wanted.
“How is that feeling…” He asked in your ear, slowing down his thrusts to give you time to respond. He was always trying to make sure you were enjoying it because of course he was, but he knew it was different for girls.
You breathed out, opening your eyes and smiling, your hands clutched on his back.
“So good.. Feels soo good.” You said breathlessly.
“Me too..” He said softly, moving his hand from your hair to gently start to rub your clit.
You arched up at the feeling of the nerves there swollen and aching, he almost slipped out so he took his other hand to hold you down to the seat.
“Gotta stay still for me love.. I know it feels good..” He said softly, continuing to touch you tenderly, his hips pistoning into you and his eyebrows knitting together.
“Fuck I’m gonna come.. Are you close..” He asked, his fingers almost automatically starting to move a little faster, wanting you to come first.
You nodded, closing your eyes and digging your nails into his back, scratching him slightly and arching under him when you came, he thrusted inside you a couple more times and then finished with one deep thrust, making sure to pull out fast to keep you from feeling oversensitive.
He gently rolled off of you and forgot there wasn't a lot of room and fell off the seat with a grunting sound following a laugh.
You practically cried with laughter when you realized, helping him up and passing him his pants from the front seat.
“You're a clown.” You said with a laugh, and then yelped when his hands were pulling down your panties, bunching them in his fists and getting on his pants, shoving them in his pocket.
“For laughing at me.” He said with a confident look.
“Ayy! Swiper no swipe!” She said with a yelp, kicking him with her foot which he grabbed and yanked her forward with, which elicited another cry.
“My present for making you feel so nice..” He said, crawling on top of you and kissing you.
