Stars Above - Stiles Stilinski
Warnings(s): SMUT! Cussing, Praise Kink (kinda), Dirty Talking, wet dreams, masturbation, shower sex
It was a heat of the moment, head in the clouds, dream. She decides. She couldn’t actually want to fuck Stiles Stilinski, one of her best friends, the lacrosse player who was famous for… Well, admiring and crushing on one absolutely perfect Lydia Martin. The dream didn’t have a meaning of any kind, other than she desperately needed a lay. A good one at that.
Walking to school the next day doesn’t help, like she thinks. The crisp morning air that clings to the leaves of the trees does nothing against her feverish skin as she trails down the road, alongside the woods, her hands tucked in her backpack straps as she keeps her head down, her brunette hair making a curtain between herself and the rest of the world. As she walks, her cunt is throbbing, aching, in time with her heart, begging to be filled, the only friction she is getting is the brush of her skinny jeans against her clit as she walks, today would be hell. Her dream flashing behind her eyes, like a film, or even a very real memory.
Lips locked in a kiss as they stumble through the door, slamming into the nearby wall with a grunt, breathes rasping as Stiles holds her at the small of her back, the door slamming behind them. He peppers kisses along her throat, nipping and sucking along the way as he holds her against the wall, and she whimpers and cries at his attention. “F-Fuck, Stiles.” She cries as he bites her neck softly, sending her hips jolting and her back arching. Taking advantage of her arched back, he slides his hands down, lifting her by her thighs, and she wraps her legs around him as he stumbles down the halls, towards her room. In the privacy of the hall, he slams her against the wall, parting their lips, only to reach down and rip off her shirt, buttons flying everywhere as he growls, eyeing her bare breasts.
“Naughty naughty, Pen.” He growls, attacking one of her breasts with nips and sucks, causing her head to fall back, mouth opening wide to let out a moan, her hips grinding against his, his dark honeyed eyes looking up at her as he sucks on her nipple, biting and tugging at it with his teeth, her cries becoming more frantic. “Fuck, baby. Your moans are so fucking sweet.” He growls, rocking his hips against her own. “I just want to fuck you right here, right now, without any worried about who sees.” Her eyes flutter at the friction of his clothes cock against her aching clothes clit, mewling as he does so. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Everyone to know you’re mine? That I’ve fucked you, and punished you like the good girl you aren’t.” He grins as his rocking speeds up, her head falling against his shoulder as she attempts to clear her mind, attacking his mole covered neck with kitten licks, sucks, and bites, laving it with attention as Stiles purrs. “I could fuck you so hard, you wouldn’t be able to walk properly for a week. You want me to leave bruises on your hips, mark you up, let everyone know that Stiles Stilinski fucked the goody-goody of the school?” He growls, reaching between them to undo her jeans, sliding a finger down into her underwear, groaning at the slick gathered between her legs, causing her to let out a high pitched keen. “Fuck, baby.” He moans as he slips that finger into her.
“A-Ah! Stiles!” She moans, throwing her head back once more, allowing him to attack her neck.
A honk jolts her from her thoughts, her memories of her dream, causing her to whip around on the side of the road, realizing that she had stopped walking previously. A familiar blue Jeep is a bit behind her, an all too familiar figure in the front seat as he pulls up beside her. “St-Stiles!” She stammers in surprise, pressing her glasses up the bridge if her nose. It occurs to her that she’s aching worse now, her touch from this morning in the shower didn’t help- she’ll have to try again after morning track practice, being the only girl on the team has perks, such as having the girl’s locker room to herself while the other members have to share with the lacrosse team after their morning practice.
“Hey, Penelope.” Stiles smiles as he leans over the passenger seat. “Is everything okay? It’s rare to see you walking to school on a day with practice. You never try to overexert yourself.”
“Ah, woke up later than usual, my ride was already gone.” She lies, causing him to nod, running his fingers through his hair, and licking his lips- a nervous habit.
“Can I give you a ride?” He offers, causing her to swallow thickly, shifting her weight between legs, the shift causing her to bite her bottom lip to bite back a moan at the friction.
“Uh,” She chews on her bottom lip, before sighing with a nod. “S-Sure.” She says, causing the young man to grin as he pops the door open for her, and she climbs in, slinging her backpack off her shoulders and into her lap as she does so, closing the door as Stiles starts to drive towards the school.
“It’s weird to hear that you wake up late, Pen.” He says, the nickname causes her dream to flash in her mind. ‘Naughty Naughty, Pen.’ She shifts in the seat awkwardly, swallowing thickly as she bites her bottom lip. “But, I guess you’re human too, just like the rest of us, huh miss Valedictorian?” He teases as she hums in agreement, nodding as she looks out the window, trying to distract her mind. “Are you sure you’re okay?” He asks carefully, causing her head to snap over to him, blush on her cheeks. “You seem… Fidgety.” Her head ducks as her back straightens, struggling to stop shifting and fidgeting. “Not that that is bad,” He states, causing her to glance at him. “just normally you’re more… Composed. Do I put you off?!” He asks in a worried tone.
“No!” She shouts, attempting to keep him calm, before wincing at the noise height, and swallows before reaffirming. “No.” She sighs, reaching up to twirl a loose curl. “I-I just didn’t sleep well last night, so I am not all… Myself.”
“Ah, that explains the hair too.” He says, causing her to furrow her brow in confusion at him. “It’s down from it’s usual bun.” He points out, causing her hand to reach up, before blushing as she realizes that it is.
“S-So it is.” She replies, causing him to grin.
“It’s nice. It looks good, cute even.” He states, causing her to blush once again.
“Thanks.” She answers shortly as they pull up to the school. Stiles barely puts the Jeep in park before Penelope is throwing open the door, shuffling on her backpack as she escapes the car, dashing towards the locker room.
Once she’s changed into her track clothes, and on the field, she’s different than the stammering and stumbling girl that her friends know. Running for her is cathartic, a different mindset all together, like an alternate person all together. But, today that doesn’t happen. Today, as she’s running, she chances a look over at the lacrosse field, spotting Stiles right away as he lifts his shirt, wiping sweat from his face, revealing that eight pack and happy trail, causing her insides to light aflame as she trips over her feet, stumbling as she falls, rolling feet over head until she stops, the sound of laughter reaching her ears from both the track and field team and the lacrosse. Her ears burn with a blush as she struggles to take a deep breath, hand blindly reaching out to try and find her glasses, everything is a blur, including the figure that is suddenly before her. “Here, Pen.” He slides the frames on her face, his voice causing her to jump as his whiskey gaze comes into view. “You sure you’re alright, today?” He asks, causing her to blush as she nods.
“Let’s go Bilinski!” The coach shouts from the Lacrosse field, causing him to look over his shoulder, before looking back at her.
“I have to go, but I’m watching, okay? Don’t overdo it.” He presses a kiss to her cheek as he stands, her body be ones engulfed in flames from that place, causing her to swallow thickly once again.
“White!” She looks up at the coach’s shout. “You’re done for the day, hit the showers!” He yells, causing her to blush even more in embarrassment as the laughter starts to ring out again, but she doesn’t protest as she starts towards the school, entering the women’s locker room. She strips from her track and field uniform, shoving it in her locker, alongside her backpack, before walking over to the showers with her toiletries and towel, luckily with being sent in early, she can have a long shower, and doesn’t have to quickly make herself cum, and leave herself unsatisfied. Normally, she wouldn’t be so bold in an open place, but she’s alone and desperate to take the edge off. Turning the water on high heat, she hangs up her towel, and sets to work wash her hair first, than lathers up her hands, running them down her body as she rests against the wall. Her eyes slip closed as her hands caress her breasts, biting her lip to stifle her moans, imagining they’re someone else’s hands, anyone else’s, anyone but… Suddenly it’s Stiles who is caressing her breasts in her mind, fingers big and thick, covered in calluses from lacrosse, the warmth pooling in her stomach is intolerable as her thumbs brush over her sensitive nipples, sending shutters through her body, a gasp escaping her as she pinches one.
“St-Stiles.” She whimpers softly under her breath, head falling back against the tiled walls. Water spraying her slick body as her hands travel lower, fingers caressing her skin in a scorching trail, before slipping in between her soaked nether lips. “O-Oh!” She cries, a bit louder than she meant, the sound echoing as she bites her lip again, fingers pressing in and out if her in an unhurried pace, her thumb stroking her clit as she groans and moans, the peak is almost within he reach already, telling her just how worked up she is as she strokes her fingers deeper inside her folds, brushing that sweet spot that makes her shutter. “Oh,” She breathes softly. “Stiles.” She gasps, murmuring his name repeatedly as she continues, pinching her clit between two fingers as she strokes that spot inside of her, she shutters, legs weakening as her eyes roll in the back of her head, and she collapses as white blinds her vision. “Fuck, Stiles!” She cries as she cums, a breathless gasp with tears in her eyes as she continues to stroke herself, making her climax last longer, until she finally comes down from that high. As she blinks through that muggy hazy in her mind, she lifts her head slowly, relenting to finally get clean and get out, her eyes land on a figure across the room, at the entrance of the showers, covered in sweat, grass stains, and dirt, dressed in lacrosse gear, and staring at her with his mouth gaped. “St-Stiles!” She cries out in surprise, whirling around with shame and embarrassment flooding her.
“I-I-I heard noises, I thought you were hurt!” He defends, stammering as he stumbles backwards, turning to leave as he falls over the bench, and she bends down, hugging her knees as mortification fills her, making her tear up. “I-I’ll replace that!” He yelps as he stands, going towards the door, only to freeze with his hand on it at the sound of soft sobs, he licks his lips as he lets out a muted sigh, his cock aching and straining against his lacrosse gear. He hears her sniffle, another soft sob, solidifying his resolution as his hand falls from the door, letting it close the few inches he’d opened it. His hand goes to the lock, sliding it into place to lock the door as he muted drops his helmet and gloves on a nearby bench, kicking off his shoes before stripping out of his gear and clothes, safe for his boxers, his cock making a tent in them. Walking over to the shower, he can see Penelope is wash her body, while turned from the door, the soft sobs and her quivering shoulders are her only giveaway for her tears.
“So so stupid.” She berates herself between tears, scrubbing her body to try and remove all evidence of what happened mere minutes ago. She was mortified, and her chest hurt like someone took a hammer to it, leaving her crying and confused, not understanding why she feels how she does. Why? Of all people, why did he catch me? She let’s out a few muffled sobs, sniffling and rubbing her cheeks in the water, preparing herself to be the laughing stock of the school, more than she already was anyway. Not that she believed that Stiles would tell anyone, he’s too sweet for that, but you never honestly know a person. God, why did this have to happen? Our friendship may be ruined because of this. Her breath hitches in surprise as two strong, warm, callous covered hands wrap around her waist from behind, familiar hands that she’s known all her life, a warm front meets her back as well, the hands take her loofah from her hands, and tossing it to the side. Soft lips meet the back of her neck from where her hair is brushed aside, and he raises her face to look back and up at him, thumb and forefinger on her chin. Her wide blue eyes look up at him, orbs radiating with innocence and curiosity, he licks his lips as he leans in, pressing a soft kiss to her lips as she leans back into his touch, kissing him back. His hands settle on her waist once she turns to him, his tongue running along the seam of her lips, before they open with her tongue snaking out, twining and twisting with his, the pressure of his body against her own has her moving backwards as he follows, a torrent of water spraying over him as he pins her against the tiled wall.
“So,” He murmurs as he pulls away, ragged puffs of breath caressing her lips as her breathes caress his, mingling as one of his hands on her waist trails up to cup her face, the other sliding down to life her leg, hooking it around his waist. “moment of Truth, is miss Goody-goody as pure as they say?” He rumbles, causing her to look up at him, mewling as he grinds his clothed member against her slick core, her head falling back as he kisses the pulse point, before he starts to kiss back and forth along her neck, stopping to nibble or lick. “Well?” He asks, murmur against her neck as he latches on to the junction between her neck and shoulder, suckling as she gasps and mewls, grinding against him.
“A-Ah! N-No!” She answers, whining as he chuckles. “I’m not a virgin.” She answers truthfully, her arms draped over his shoulders, one hand in his hair as he suckles a mark into her skin, groaning in satisfaction as he pulls away, the other hand coming down to toy with her pebbled nipple.
“Ah, Naughty Girl, Pen.” He murmurs as she smiles up at him, innocently batting her eyelashes. “You should be careful with what you reveal, now I know that I don’t have to go slowly.” He growls, pulling away to slide off his soaked boxers, before pinning her back against the wall. She bites her bottom lip as she watches him through her eyelashes, lifting her as she wraps her legs around his waist. “Are you sure you want this?” He asks, his tip nudging her folds, opening her as he looks in her hazy blue eyes, fearing she may have changed her mind, and she swallows thickly, nodding. “I don’t have a condom on me.”
“I’m on the pill.” She states, before leaning in to kiss him. “Now stop fucking stalling.” She growls at him, causing him to grin as he slides into her scorching tight channel, his thick shaft move slowly as she stretches around him, whimpers of pain and moans of lust slip from her lips, the combined sensations almost too much as her head falls against his shoulder, breath puffing against his neck as on hand digs into his shoulder, the other cards through his hair. “F-Fuck!” She cries as he has to stop part way, taking ragged breathes as his dick is just nudging that sweet spot within her. “Fuck,” Tears come to her eyes. “you’re so fucking big and thick, Stiles. H-How can I be expected to take all of you?” She cries in his ear, stroking his ego with her question.
“You can because you’re a good girl, and good girls do what’s expected of them.” He murmurs, kissing up and down her left shoulder before trailing across her collarbone to the other shoulder, and trailing kisses down that one, before he takes a deep breath, placing one hand on the wall beside her head, the other on her thigh, holding her up with almost no effort as he continues pressing his dick further into her cunt, her walls clenching down on him as he goes. “That’s it, baby. Good girl, you’re doing so good.” He praises, brushing her wet hair from her face, and kissing her, her head resting on the wall as he does so. “Yeah, so good, taking that thick cock like a good girl.” He growls, her breath shuttering as he finally bottoms out, stilling from the sensation of being in someone who could actually take all of him for once. “Holy shit.” He gasps, his hand in the wall tightening into a fist, eyes clenched shut as his heart pounds in his chest, his cock twitching within her in his excitement.
“St-Stiles, oh my God. Oh Stiles.” She moans breathlessly, hand tightening his hair as she takes deep breathes, before leaning in to latch onto his neck, kissing and licking and sucking a bruise into the skin, something he’s no doubt had there before as she adjusts to his size. He’s the biggest she’s ever seen, let alone had, though that’s not saying much because she’s only had maybe two lovers if even. “Stiles. Stiles please, please move!” She asks finally, causing him to hum happily, slowly pulling out half way, before roughly slamming back into her, causing her back to arch as she cries out, the water cascading over them is still hot, luckily, thanks to the school’s water heater, but it’s obvious to Stiles that she’s not going to be quiet, so he reaches over to turn on the shower on the left, before doing the same with the one of the right, hoping the sound will be enough to drown her out. “Stiles!” She whines as he pulls out, setting her down, causing him to chuckle.
“Hold on, baby. I don’t want us to be interrupted by being caught, do you?” She mewls but shakes her as he goes around, turning on all the faucets, before running a radio nearby, random jazz music, that obviously belongs to the school, plays, before he’s back, lifting her, and sliding into her, bottoming out as she moans, hands finding purchase in his hair. “Fuck,” He grunts as her fingers scrape his scalp, and she tugs as he starts to thrust, bouncing her on his dick, sliding in and out of her just far enough that each thrust has her seeing stars as she gasps breathlessly.
“Oh, shit, Stiles!” Breath hitching at each thrust, heart pounding as she kisses him, pulling his bottom lip between hers, nibbling on it. One particularly long thrust has her detaching their lips, throwing her head back with a high keen, rolling her hips in time to his thrusts, obscene sounds of skin slapping against skin muffled by the music and showers.
“That’s it, take it like a good girl.” Stiles grunts. “Gonna fuck you so hard. Everyone gonna know you’re marked by me, huh?” He growls as he thrusts harder into her, pace becoming sporadic as she cries out with each thrust. “You’re mine. Nobody else can make you feel like this, can they? Nobody else can fill you so well.” She shakes her head, whining as he growls in her ear. “I wanna hear you say it! Say it!” He snarls, thrusting harder as she let’s out another keening moan.
“Nobody! Nobody Stiles!” She cries.
“Who do you belong to?” He demands.
“You! Oh, Stiles!” His hand falls between them, rubbing at her clit as he feels a tightening in his balls, her walls quivering around him in a not quite there, but almost, orgasm.
“Cum for me, baby girl. Cum with me. Cum!” He growls, causing her to let out a frantic wail, head thrown back as her nails bite into his back, scoring down the flesh and bringing up beads of blood as her walls clamp down on his cock. He spurts his seed all over in her as her orgasm washes over her, eyes rolling back in her head, her tows curling as her nails score his back again, and her legs shake. “Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” He shouts, thrusting hard and deep with each word as his load finishes off, and they slump down the wall as his head falls against her chest, breasts pillowing it as he let’s out a shaky sigh.
“So, would now be a good time to tell you about the dream I had last night?” She asks softly, shaking from aftershocks on occasion.
“Sure, baby. Whatever you want.” He chuckles.
“Pretty much was this.” She states, causing him to look up at her. “Shower’s a nice surprise though, easy clean up.” He chuckles again, shaking his head as he leans up to kiss her. “I… Uh… Also hope that this isn’t just a one time deal.” She swallows her cowardly thoughts, and decided to relent the truth she’s been denying herself for so long. “I really fucking like you, Stiles. As more than friends.”
“I’d fucking hope so after that.” He grunts, looking up at her, as she starts to card her fingers through his hair. “But, no, baby. You belong to me now.”
“I’m okay with that,” She murmurs, leaning on his chest as he turns with her in his arms, resting against the shower wall, her in his arms. “I think you’ve ruined me for other guys, probably for eternity.” She states, his softening member sliding out of her.
“Good to know. I’ll take that as a compliment.” He grins, causing her to giggle, leaning up to kiss him, feeling perfectly at home in his arms.
discoholicmusic
stormborns
tangentwithtanner
yousharknotpass
snowghoul
turnnoffyourmind
theartofmadeline
areudirty
