#sarasm

Request: “Hi can you do an imagine we're the reader is a badass, has tattoos and she dating stiles and he finds out and get thinks it's super hot?”

Ship: Fem!Reader x Stiles Stilinski 

Warnings: fluff, smut, sexual tension, swearing, dirty talk, etc. 

Notes: none of these gifs are mine, credit to owners. 

Tagged: @bailey-hoover @kiralivelove @thalia-prior-of-ravenclaw@anamcg317bellasett @queentiffanyyy @archer-whovian-violinist@beingmadinwonderland@princessisabelle19 @violence-and-velvet @lachicadelamanzana

Third P.O.V

(Y/n) loved the fall and winter the most but she couldn’t help but be excitement that had begun to turn warm in Beacon Hills. The shift back to spring was undeniably beautiful. Even the air was different, less choppy and more clean; sultry even. The students buzzed like bees as she locked eyes with her boyfriend, the sheriffs son, Stiles. He leaned against his locker looking unbelievably sexy without even trying. The poor girl lost herself half the time. “Morning boys.” She says with a coy smile, one that could make millions lose their mind and makes Stiles swoon every time. He wraps his arm around her waist, pulling her in close and never letting go. He’s seen the way some of boys look at her and he’ll be damn sure that the world knows who she belongs to. (Y/n) has him wrapped around her little finger and what Stiles doesn’t know, can’t see yet, is that she’s the same way for him. 

“Hey (Y/n), can you help us with the car wash today after school? We had three kids drop out last minute.” Scott asked with hopeful eyes. It was the hottest day they’ve had in a while and (Y/n) was more than happy to help wash cars and donate to charity. “Of course! I’ll see you after school.” The young woman pecked Stiles softly before heading off to class. His eyes trailed down to her hips that swung back and forth, a simple action that made his knees weak. “You’ve got it bad.” said Scott with a faint smile. (Y/n) was secretly happy to rid of her warm attire and wear some shorts. When the day came to a close, she grabbed her stuff from her house and promised to meet the boys up at the car wash. Some of the them were already up there but none of were her friends. They must be late. She assumed. 

However, just as she made her way over to a car, they pulled up right behind her. Stiles, Scott, Allison, Jackson, Isaac and Lydia all hopped out, chatting casually. That was until they saw her. (Y/n) sported high waist-ed shorts that made her butt look incredible. Slowly she stripped of her shirt that was bound to get wet and they all but stopped in their tracks at the sight of her. Gorgeous intricate tattoos that littered her body from head to toe. “What are you guys looking at?” Stiles eyes before his eyes caught wind. Jesus Christ. He thought to himself as his eyes raked his gorgeous girlfriend. Most parts of her out on display to the world. Her arms were painted beautifully with all sorts of designs. A few on each arm, some on her legs and thighs. An under-boob tattoo, too. He took a large gulp of his own saliva to withhold the aching that’s begun to grow in his lower region. 

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It didn’t help that water and soap made its way onto her gorgeous skin, somehow illuminating her already ethereal features. Water dripped down her neck and Stiles couldn’t contain himself any longer. He stormed up to her, a different kind of drive, a desire that grows behind his irises. Pulling her away from the cars, from the public eye and into the locker room. “Have you any idea what you’re doing to me?” He growled in her ear as he slammed her against the nearest wall, earning a moan at the most simple graze of his massive hands that easily wrapped around her thighs. “You got me all tongue tide out there. Had people staring at my girl. And I didn’t even know you had these. You look absolutely breathtaking.” He whispered across her skin, kissing up and down her neck. “Got me weak, completely wrecked for you.” 

“You’re wearing too much.” She huffed in annoyance at his lack of clothing, an aching sensation bubbling up in between her thighs at the mere thought of him shirtless and bare, a sight only she had the honor of seeing. (Y/n) wrapped her fingers in between the laces of his belt buckles to pull him closer, an action that sent shivers down his spine before she needily ripped his shirt off, almost clawing at the material to be dispersed of. He greedily raked his large hands up and down her body, tracing the outline with his palms and lips. (Y/n) moaned at his willingness to appreciate her body. She’s a temple and all he wants to do is pray. “Fuck, baby. You are so gorgeous.” The air and tension in the room was becoming far too much for either to bare. “Baby, I need you.” she said, softly. A small plee that left him weak for her and only her. 

All of a sudden, a voice rang out from outside. “HEY GUYS! WE NEED YOU OUT THERE WITH THE CARS!” The voice leaves not even a second after they’ve spoken but Stiles can’t take his hands off her. “You’re wearing this-” he grunted, still sweating at the sight of her alone. “You’re mine. Nobody deserves to worship you the way I intend to tonight.” He pulled her in close, almost begging to share the same air. She followed right on his tail, practically gasping for breath he’d easily taken from her. How was she going to even survive the night? Huffing, she snickered at the sight of Stiles, who’s eyes never left her body. 

Okay so, I’m writing the next part to Never Enough, which might be out sooner than expected and I need your help! I decided to make the reader both dominant and submissive but the readers fuck-buddy is submissive and she liked to be called princess. Do y’all think the fuck-buddy should have a daddy-kink or nah? Can you guys comment suggestions? I’m not sure what to do with that because the reader isn’t into that but she doesn’t really care, ya feel?