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Warnings: knee humping, handjob, premature Orgasm, multiple orgasms, Dacryphilia, tit worship(kinda) fingering(f receiving), unprotected sex (p n v), creampie,
Y/n and Stiles have been best friends since Kindergarten. They were so close everyone just assumed they were dating. Neither Stiles nor Y/n were bothered by it. Actually, it was quite refreshing for Y/n. She was always paranoid of other boys, it took her forever to be able to trust Scott.
Every Tuesday the pair would hang out. They'd either watch movies, research together, or go to abandoned buildings. Today they were going to watch a Star Wars movie once again.
But, every time they did so, Y/n had to masturbate. She had to because Stiles somehow riled her up innocently. Whether it would be by a simple hug, a lingering touch, or just the way he looked at her with his big brown eyes.
Y/n sighed and got up from her bed; She just finished for the 3rd time and she reeked of sex. Y/n stumbles off her bed and wobbles to her joint bathroom. She quickly takes a shower and wraps the towel around her curves. She checks if it shows anything before leaving. She walks out of her bathroom and almost screams. Stiles was standing next to her bed, shamelessly holding the dildo, examining it with an analytical face. Y/n snatches it out of her friend's hands swiftly. Her hand still clutched her towel with her other hand and grumbled. "You saw nothing." She quickly walks to her joint bathroom and sets the dildo in the sink, she cleans it and lets it sit there to dry.
"So," Stiles begins with a shaky voice. "I'm early-" He starts but is cut off by his slightly annoyed and extremely embarrassed best friend.
"You are... By a whole hour," Y/n sighed, She couldn't be mad at him with the way he looked at her. But she was never going to forget this... How could she be so stupid? Leaving it on her bed like that?
Stiles smirks at her and sits on her bed. He pulls her closer to him, his hands toying with the hem of the towel. "Maybe I can make you feel good? Instead of watching a stupid movie," Stiles suggests playfully. That's right! Stiles wanted to watch Star Wars but disregarded it just like that?
Stiles and she had always been flirty toward each other but this time it felt different. Just the mention of him doing so made arousal slip down her thighs.
Y/n shakes her head. "Now is not the time with your teasing, you're early! I haven't even got dressed yet!"
Y/n squints at him and shoves him off of her. She turns to her closet to pick out some clothes. Stiles pushes himself off her bed and grabs a shirt from the closet along with his sweatpants that he left over the previous sleepover they'd had. "Get all comfy and cute for me," Stiles jokes with his infamous thin smirk. Y/n rolls her eyes and grabs the clothes, grabs undergarments before he can see them, and walks to her bathroom to change.
Stiles scoffs, his slender hands falling to her hips. He squeezes them in an attempt to reassure her. "No need for that, I've seen you naked before," Stiles shrugs nonchalantly. He had only because they used to take bubble baths together when they were young. Then she hit puberty early, destroying the fun they had in the water. That didn't deter them, they just had fun splashing each other in her pool.
When she was finished she walked out and climbed onto her bed. Stiles was already on her bed, so she snuggled into him like she'd always done. He sighs with content and wraps his arms around her happily. A few moments go by and his arms tighten so tight she knew she wasn't going to be able to escape. "We're gonna have to talk about that toy, Y/n/n." His voice was husky, something she'd only heard in her fantasies.
Y/n struggles one last time before giving in and going lax. "Never," she mumbles. Her pride wouldn't let her go that easy. His strong arms were tight around her torso, his forearms pressed against her hard nipples; He could feel the tempting buttons, begging for his attention. "What are you doing, Stiles?" she asks in a shaky voice. His breath was heavy in her ear, tempting her with all the fantasies she'd had about him.
"Thinking about that toy," he whispers with cracks.
Y/n's breath was now heavy, the second thing she could hear. His breathing, hers, and her racing heartbeat in her ears. Now she could feel his body, feel his arousal pressed against her back, slowly hardening against the small of her back. She squirmed again, trying to fearfully getaway. There is no way this was happening, Y/n thought.
"Your dick is pressed against my back," Y/n groans, squirming again to get away.
"Your squirming is making it that way; Be still, I want to cuddle," he bites back, stifling a moan as her ass just grazed his shaft deliciously.
He moves his knee, not away but further between her legs. "Is this okay?" Stiles asks with faux innocence. Y/n moans when he asks this, bringing her plump lips into her teeth. Her eyes roll back and her toes curl, not expecting such beautiful pleasure just from his knee. Her brain seems to short-circuit when his knees start to rub against her clit. "What about this?" he whispers. Y/n nods, her hips grinding against his knees to assist. "Just- don't stop," she cries, literal tears falling from her eyes. He leans down and kisses the salty glint on her euphoria-filled face.
Y/n doesn't listen and tries to get out of his grasp. He gets fed up and pins her down with ease. He hovers over her, his eyes are hooded, his hair is messy, and his breath is heavy. She could tell he was aroused, not just from feeling his length on her thigh either... His knee pressed against her mound, causing her to arch her back delectably. Her tits were now in his face, she felt his breath tickle her areolas. It was so imperiling to just give in and suck on them.
"Stiles, please. Move your knees. Too sensitive," Y/n breathes.
A wave of pleasure washes over her. Better than anything she's felt with her toys. Stiles couldn't hold back anymore, not after seeing her cry his name in such a Melodic way. He kisses her, groaning when she kisses back almost as soon as their lips connect. "So pretty," he coos as he moves on hand off her wrist to move her hair out of her face. "'You going to be a good girl for me and help out?"
Y/n nods quickly, her eyes big with the yearning. "I'll help," she says as her hand rubs his covered shaft with the palm of her delicate hand. Stiles doubles over, his head falling to her neck. His trembling body caught itself, slowly positioning between her legs while his open-pouted lips petted her neck. Y/n then slips her hand into his sweats, under his tight boxers, and rubs the precum into his tip. He moans pleasantly as she uses the thin amount of liquid as lubrication to jerk his veiny member properly.
They couldn't bring themselves to say anything. They were too scared and too caught up in the intimacy. Their stomachs were filled with butterflies, twisting and turning with the utmost yen for each other. Their eyes were locked, the bodies feeling the rest for them.
"Oh my gosh, Y/n... Your hand- I'm-" Stiles whines as he finishes on her hand. He cums hard, his teeth baring into her soft shoulder. She continues, easing him down from his high. He shakes and moves her hand off before the overstimulation can hit. She licks her hand clean, looking into his eyes while doing so. This sends him over the edge again as he prematurely starts squirting his sperm on her shirt that she stole and cropped. Y/n giggles at him not fully knowing how he came from just a look. "You're gonna kill me," Stiles whimpers breathily.
"Now now... You aren't dying and getting away from me now," Y/n purrs with synthetic confidence. His eyes practically bulge and he expels a guttural growl.
In an instant, he rips off the shirt that he wore. He grumbled out "You can steal more 'em," before Y/n could complain. He leaves kisses on her perky chest. His mouth latches onto a breast and Y/n's hands go to fist the back of his shirt. She didn't know her nipples were that sensitive.
Her hand entangles with his hair, her head falling back as her eyes flutter. She moves her legs over her thigh, now her ass was pressed against him as he was still on his hands and knees floating above her beauty. Her breast falls out of his mouth as her ass massages his dick as she rocks into him. "I need you, Stiles. Wanna feel you," Y/n pleads. How could he deny her what she asked for when she begged like that? With one hand, his shirt was thrown across her room, then he caressed her face as he pulled her into a long passionate kiss. His hands feel her body, attempting to engrave every detail it touched before and replace it with this memory. He pulls her sweats off, then his, never breaking the dance between their lips.
His hand finds her damp underwear, successfully finding her bundle of nerves. He toys with it, making her struggle to continue to kiss. He notices this and chuckles at her. "Make you all weak, have I? Just wait until later, little girl," he taunts before kissing her lips once more. His hands fumble, sliding down the underwear off. He collects her arousal, at once his finger penetrates her welcoming hole.
She moans into the kiss, tapping his back to get him off her face. She gasped for air, crying as her previous orgasms that day caught up to her. She was so unbelievably sensitive, but she didn't want him to stop touching her this way.
"Please..." she mewls before he enters another finger.
"My pussy is so inviting, baby," he whispers feebly. "So compliant..." he spreads his fingers in a scissor motion, slowly fucking them into her. "I'm gonna need more of this, baby... You'll let me, won't you, dear?"
"Yes- Yes, I- I will. Just don't," she pauses as she feels the delightful feeling about to explode once more. "Don't stop, please. Don't-" He cits her off by adding another finger that easily slides into her dripping cunt. "Oh-"
Stiles emits a dark chuckle she's only heard when he was possessed by a certain spirit. The wretched thought of him becoming so dark pushes her over the edge again, clutching his naked torso as an anchor to reality.
"Do you think you can take me?" Stiles asks slowly rubbing his length. She moans out a response that makes him smirk. His tip teases her folds, agonizingly slow as his dick inches into her. The stretch was unlike her dildo, which was skinnier and longer. Stiles was thick and probably about seven inches.
She babbles once he enters her. Her hands searched for something to grasp onto. He collects her hands and interlocks them. Her hands gracefully accept them and grasps them tight as he fully sheaths into her.
He carefully starts rocking into her, giving her kisses on the neck as she is too cockdrunk to respond to a kiss on the lips. His hips were colliding into hers with love. This wasn't him fucking her, it was slow. Sensual. He was making love to her, and her body was so weak from him doing so, not just because she came four times today. The way he moved into her was messy as well, the sounds of her cunt with her release and as well as his, was just galvanic.
She convulsed around him, feeling like she was going to climax once more. He continues, as well as he continues leaving love marks on her neck and her chest.
"Mmph- Stiles, I-" she tries to tell him. But he hushes her with a brisk kiss on the lips. "I know babydoll," he roused. "I can feel it," he hums approvingly. He was close to the edge as well, teetering over it. He was trying his hardest not to release, wanting to see her face when she cums on his cock. He knew he would become addicted to it, of seeing her face in ecstasy and feeling her finish around him. Hell, he already was addicted to her...
She falls off the edge, causing him to jump off the edge as well from how tight she gripped him. They slow down, the breaths still ragged as they feel each other in bliss.
After they recover Stiles groans as he is already semi-hard again just from her occasional twitches. He pulls out, the creamy liquid gushing out of her. He hums as he stuffs his dick back into her, not wanting any of the love elixir liquid to leave her womb. Y/n cries and slaps his back as he does this and he only laughs. "Gotta make it stay baby, don't want any of it to go to waste." Then he gets a filthy idea and quickly pulls out once more and slurps it up, drinking all of the elixir they had just made.
(a/n yeah😃 wtf did I just write? This. Took. 6. Hours. But- it was worth it, I love it. I hope YOU love it as well as I do! I love you, babes❤️)
For smut night: Hi I thought maybe like stiles catches you using a vibrator and y/n is really embarrassed and stiles is kinda annoyed that he’s not enough for you so he shows you that you don’t need the toy - like maybe a more dominant stiles?
also:
pairing: stiles stilinski x fem!reader - (college!AU)
warnings: smut → use of sex toys (vibrator), dom!stiles x sub!reader.
You weren’t expecting Stiles to come over to your apartment, but when he turns up uninvited, he hears moans coming from your room
he cracks the door open slightly and sees the most gorgeous sight he’s ever seen; your hand pressing a vibrator to your clit as you sat back against the headboard with your head thrown back against it as you moan
you circle your hips as you grind against the vibrator, moans and whimpers falling from your mouth - completely immersing yourself in the pleasure that courses through your body
“y/n?”
you gasp and throw the vibrator out of your hands in fright, the buzzing sound still coming from it
he stalks slowly over to you, his eyes growing dark while his eyebrow arches up
"what're you doing?" he asks.
"n-nothing." you stutter, feeling your whole body become hot when he sits on the bed.
with two fingers pressed onto your knee, he pushes your leg open
stiles licks his bottom lip, trailing his eyes down to your throbbing pussy which is practically dripping with need
"I won't ask you again. What were you doing?"
the sound of the vibrator buzzing is the only sound that emanates through the room
you glance over to it nervously
"touching myself" you respond, not daring to look at him
"now why would you do that when you could've called me instead." his voice is so low - so filled with lust, you almost came at the sound of it
"i-" you couldn't even finish your sentence before he shoves two fingers into your pussy
"stiles," you moan, arching your back
almost immediately, he retracts his hand
"answer me. or I go right back home."
"i was desperate. I couldn't wait for you to get here!" you whine, pulling his hand back to your pussy
“Stiles,” he pants, breath heaving as he works to keep himself still.
“Beautiful,” he murmurs but he doesn’t move any closer. Derek whimpers.
He’s kneeling in the middle of the bed, hands behind his back, head bowed. He’s not restrained. Stiles has never had to tie him up, never would. Derek stays where he puts him.
He whines, strangled, like he tried to stop it but it came out anyway.
“It’s okay, baby. You know I like to hear you.”
“Stiles.”
“I’m right here.”
“Stiles.” He drags in another breath, slower, before he whispers “please.”
“What do you need?”
“You. Please. Stiles.” He fights the words out, breathing hard between each word. It’s hard for him to talk when he’s like this. But Stiles always makes him. Always makes sure.
“I’m right here,” he repeats with a smirk. “Listen. You can feel my heart, hear me breathing. You know I’m not far. You know I won’t leave you.”
“Please.”
“What do you need? You have to tell me.”
“Touch. Touch me. Closer. Please.”
Stiles tsks at him. He knows better. “I’m not going to touch you unless you beg.”
He whines. Stiles smiles.
“You can do it. Beg for me, baby.”
Derek shudders. Stiles waits.
“Please. Stiles.” He sucks in another breath. “Please. T-touch me. Please Stiles. I- I need it. Please.”
“Good boy,” he says, low and seductive, and moves a little closer. Derek relaxes a little, the tight line of his shoulders easing just a bit.
“Need you. Please. Please touch me. Stiles.”
He’s captivating like this. The most beautiful thing Stiles has ever seen. And he’s the only one who gets to see it. Derek wouldn’t trust anybody else with this. He’s the alpha, but he belongs to Stiles.
“I’ve got you, baby. My good boy.” He slides onto the bed, sidling up behind Derek who immediately sways back against him and tilts his head away, exposing his throat.
“That’s right. You’re mine,” he growls into his ear. “You know I’ll take care of you.”
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An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Teen Wolf (TV)
Rating: Explicit
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Scott McCall/Stiles Stilinski
Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall
Additional Tags: Rimming, Begging, Praise Kink, Nipple Play, Come Swallowing, Anal Plug, Coming Untouched, Werewolf Kink, Oral Sex, Light Dom/sub, Dom/sub Undertones, Multiple Orgasms, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot, Bottom Scott McCall, Top Stiles Stilinski, Sub Scott McCall, Dom Stiles Stilinski
Summary:
“Been a tough week,” Scott sighed, melting into Stiles’ touch easily, body relaxing for the first time in days underneath expert hands—hands that knew him, hands that never failed to make him forget every awful experience he’d ever endured.
It was a give and take that they’d fallen into, a bumpy transition from the first time Stiles told Scott to touch himself, to push his ass out, to relax and let Stiles be in charge. It was the only time Scott ever felt numb enough to breathe.
Stiles cleared his throat, scooting closer until his mouth was pressed to Scott’s ear.
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Peter finally looks up. His eyes widen a bit, pupil dilating as they lock in on Stiles’ mouth.
Stiles smiles back, brazenly licking his painted red lips.
“What’s this?” Peter may have been able to keep his voice smooth as ever, but his tense shoulders, the strain in his face, made his reaction obvious.
“As much as I love it when you leave me bruised and aching, you’re not the only one who wants to leave marks, babe.”
Peter made a low sound in the back of his throat. Stiles grins wickedly, reaching forward to lace a hand through his hair. It’s loose, curling without the product that usually holds it. Peter knows he loves it like this, loves how soft he looks out of his Armani armor.
“You gonna let me mark you up?”
Peter groaned, tipping his head to the side in offering.
“So good for me,” Stiles murmured appreciatively, smearing his lips over the skin. Getting it nice and red, then going back over it, licking, sucking, biting. Peter can't bruise for him, but Stiles still enjoys the way it makes him twitch and groan, makes him grip into his tee-shirt almost desperately.
“Love the noises you make,” Stiles tells him, pulling the hem of his Henley up. Peter raises his arms obligingly, letting Stiles strip him. “But I’m sure you already know that, Peter. You can smell it on me. Smell how much I want you, how you can make me leak without even doing anything.”
“Stiles,” Peter said breathily.
Stiles smiled at him. He loved when Peter got like this, soft and compliant, letting Stiles do what he wanted without reeling him in, without growling and kissing and demanding more.
He loved it when Peter let him take care of him.
“I’m going to mark you all over,” Stiles said lightly. “And then I’m going to open you up and mark you inside, too. Make you smell like me. Make you all mine.”
“Jesus Christ,” Peter exhaled, shivering when Stiles’ fingers traced down his sternum, tugging teasingly at his waistband. “You’re a menace.”
“Says the man always walking around commando,” Stiles returned mildly, running a finger over the head of Peter’s erection. It comes away damp, and Stiles hums, catching Peter’s eyes before sucking it into his mouth.
Peter’s breath hitched, eyes stuck on the sight of Stiles sucking his pre-come off a long, slim forefinger. Stiles pulled out with a pop, running the digit over his red lips, smudging the color. “You taste delicious, Peter.”
Peter growled, grabbing Stiles’ hips and urging them down to grind against his own. Stiles laughter was bright and humid across his neck, wet fingers pressing down between them, aiming past Peter’s hardness to cup his ass.
“So impatient, babe. So needy.”
“Shut up,” Peter gasped out, hitching his hips. One way ground him against Stiles’ pelvis, while the other pressed clever fingers against his hole. He just needed these pants off, and then he could have some genuine contact.
“It’s cute how you think I’m going to listen when you aren’t even asking nicely.”
Peter groaned. He could feel his ears and cheeks heating up in a rare flush he knew Stiles wouldn’t write off for exertion. Damn it.
But Stiles had a mouth on him. The things he said got to Peter, always did.
Normally, though, Stiles was only coaxing Peter on. Trying to make him fuck him harder, or come quicker, or growl deep enough that it shook their joined bodies. Which wasn’t to say that Peter didn’t adore when Stiles got like this, because Alpha or not sometimes he got the urge to be dominated.
And Stiles was so damn good at it. Certainly the best Alpha Peter had ever had.
Y/n was laying in her bed while Stiles sat between her legs. He wasn't eating her out like she wanted him to do. In fact, he had made a dildo, a mold of his dick for her, and he was fucking her with it. It had a handle so he moved it in delicious angles that made her see stars.
He wouldn't let her cum either, edging her for literal hours. She wouldn't trade it for the world though, loving everything that he gave her.
Her moans and squelching of her cunt filled the room. He angles the dildo upward, making it graze her G-spot. She yelps, holding onto the sheets to anchor herself. "That's it, baby, let me hear you sing for me." His voice was dangerously predatory, claiming that she was his without even saying so.
"C'mon, baby. You wanna cum for me? Can you do that for me?"
With all her might that she held on to, she released. She releases the hours of being edged... Hours of pent-up frustration and denial of her delicious orgasm. She screams his name, profanities flying through the room. "My Gosh- Sti," Y/n cries.
