Epilogue // A Stiles Stilinski Smut
Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC
Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Fingering, Trespassing Restricted Areas, and Fluff.
Word Count: 3,057
A/N: Thank you for all of the support, kind messages and new followers. I wasn’t sure if I was going to keep writing when I first wrote this little series, but you have all definitely inspired me to keep doing so. Thank you for that!
“Emma, for the love of God, please tell me where we’re going.” Stiles pleaded in the passenger seat and a smile spread across my lips.
“Stiles, if I told you that, it would defeat the whole purpose of the surprise in a surprise date.” I shook my head at his impatience and chuckled when he whined.
“How long will it take ‘till we get there?” He complained, his entire body facing me.
“About five minutes, babe.” I stated and Stiles smirked, his hand settling on my thigh as he approached me.
“I love it when you call me babe.” Stiles pressed his lips on my neck and smiled against my skin.
I smiled to myself at the memory of when he called me babe for the first time and I was so frightened. Now, we both say to each other constantly. It’s funny how life changes in ways you’d never expect it to.
“Well, I love saying it.” I giggled when he got a grip of my thigh and my entire body shuddered with want.
Stiles’ mouth continued to caress my neck with wet kisses and, even though I was driving, I didn’t mind it. I’m complete putty in his hands and I no longer have any shame in admitting to that. It seems so silly to me, now, just how terrified I was of letting Stiles into my life back then. We’ve been together for a while now and he has kept every single one of his promises he made that night of the bonfire. Stiles slowly broke down my rigid walls without me even feeling it and when he rebuilt them, he added windows to let the sun shine through.
He slowly slid his hand higher on my thigh and below my dress when I was too focused on his delicious assaults on my neck. Stiles’ finger lightly danced on my skin covered in goosebumps, gently stroking and massaging. They were innocent touches, only there with the purpose of creating some sort of contact between us since we find it really hard being separated. But, the way his mouth sucked on my pulse point as he kneaded my thigh had my entire body begging for more. I could already feel my core getting damper than before and I internally scolded myself for being so weak towards Stiles’ fingers.
“Stiles,” I moaned and he smiled against my skin, his teeth nipping my neck. “Please, stop.”
“Now, why would I do that?” He mumbled and his hot breath on my body sent jolts straight to my core, wetness already pooling in my panties.
“Because I’m driving and you make me weak.”
“I make you weak?” Stiles removed his lips and lifted his head to look at me, a smirk planted on his face.
I just nodded and tugged my bottom lip in between my teeth, slightly embarassed. A gleam like no other sparkled in his eyes and he cocked an eyebrow, feeling confident at my latest confession. Stiles took his hand away from me and leaned back in his seat, cockiness radiating off of him.
“Am I sexy to you?” He grinned, his posture mischevious.
“Yes, Stiles.” I chuckled, pulling into the location I wanted to reach. “We’ve been over this more than once. You’re hella sexy.”
Stiles let out a sly little chuckle and I, immediately, laughed at how adorable he was. I turned to gawk at him and he licked his lips, extremely satified with how attracted I am to him.
“I love you, so much.” I smiled, playfully shaking my head and returning my gaze on the dirt road.
“I know.” Stiles smirked and I snorted at his use of a Star Wars quote to answer me.
It was when we reached a NO TRESPASSING sign that Stiles stopped grinning so much and turned to look at me with an intrigued expression. Once I passed right by it, completely ignoring its existence, Stiles snickered.
“Seems about right.” He sassed and I smirked at him.
“Oh, you know how I like my illegal endeavors.” I retorted and Stiles placed his hand back under my dress.
“You and me both, sister.” His mouth returned on my neck and he sent chills up my spine, getting a moan out of me.
Stiles’ hands slid to caress me over the fabric of my panties and he groaned into my skin, my core throbbing at the beautiful sound.
“How is it that you’re already so wet?” He asked and I whimpered when he put more pressure, his fingers now touching my clitoris.
“Remember when I said you’re sexy and make me weak?” I smirked and Stiles laughed, his other hand gripping my thigh.
Stiles slowly pulled aside my panties with his pinky to touch me where I wanted him the most and I spread my legs wider for him before he slipped his middle finger through my slick folds. It was strange to have someone touch me as I drove, but I didn’t push away the idea just yet. I accepted it and was already too excited to feel his finger inside me.
I turned the car towards the entrance I wanted and continued to steer us in the direction of our destination. When Stiles began to gently massage my nub with his finger, I gripped harshly onto the steering wheel and had to try my best to keep from closing my eyes. I seriously do not need to get us into a car accident.
He worked my pleasure, letting it build up before pushing a finger inside of me and I moaned at the feeling of him stretching my walls. It was a slow pace and I bucked my hips against his hand, begging for more friction and he chuckled. Stiles added another finger and increased his pace, my body immediately thanking him for it as I clenched around his fingers.
“Oh, my God.” He grunted, pulling my focus off of this sexual trance and I now noticed that we had arrived.
I put the car in park, but Stiles didn’t stop his movements inside of me. Instead, he pumped deeper inside and worked my clit with his thumb. Taking the keys out of the ignition, I threw them into the cup holder and let my head rest against the seat. The feeling of his fingers smoothly filling me at an incredible pace and depth had my core throb with a desparate need to release.
My orgasm was building up inside of my body already and I could sense my arousal dripping down my inner thigh, ready for all of this to take its next step. I bucked my hips against his hand again and whimpered, letting him know what I needed.
“Do you want to cum?” Stiles smirked, his hot breath whispering in my ear and sending shivers down my body.
I nodded, not even having enough strength to speak, before he placed his lips on mine with a passionate kiss as he added more pressure on my clit and hooked his fingers against my walls. It was exactly what I needed for the knot building inside of me to bind tighter and snap, my release falling over the edge. I shamelessly moaned into his mouth as my eyes rolled to the back of my head and my legs shook uncontrollably.
The feeling of euphoria rushed throughout my entire body and I let myself get consumed by the thrill of it all. I was dimly aware of Stiles retracting his hand from my core, too focused on the high he just gave me.
When I had finally come down from my orgasm, I turned lazily to see Stiles happily licking my juices off his fingers before popping them into his mouth and sucking. The sight alone was enough to spark urge in me again and I opened the door to the driver’s seat without saying a single word.
Stiles’ eyes were on me the entire time as I ran over to his side of the car and pulled the door open. I pushed his fingers out of his mouth and replaced them with my own, kissing him with need and want.
“Take me.” I panted, my breath fanning across his lips and he smiled.
“What about our date?” Stiles smirked, his hands on my waist.
“It can wait.” I shook my head, pulling him out of the car and he chuckled. “I want you, right now.”
“Okay, okay.” He smiled, standing and shutting the door behind him. “I know I’m too sexy to handle. I got you.”
I laughed at this new found sense of confidence in him, but appreciated it anyway. It’s about damn time Stiles knows how fucking hot he is. As I thought about his attractiveness, Stiles turned us around and pinned me up againt the car. Excitement seething in my veins at his sudden act and I noticed the enticing grin on his lips.
He reattached his mouth on mine and gripped my ass, telling me through his actions that I should jump up. Following his request, I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. I broke the kiss to plant some wet ones on his neck and Stiles moaned.
Suddenly, he gasped out of nowhere and I looked up to see what was going on. Stiles’ eyes were focused behind us as a huge smile grew on his face. I furrowed my eyebrows at him, completely confused.
“Stiles, why are you-”
He didn’t even let me finish speaking before quickly placing me back on the ground and letting go of me.
“You brought us to a field of flowers?!” Stiles exclaimed and, before I knew it, he ran out towards the field.
I smiled at how happy he looked as he ran around in the flowers and fell down on them, laying in the flowerbed and just enjoying the feeling of nature around him.
Opening the door to the back seat, I grabbed the blanket and picnic basket I brought for our date. After shutting the door again, I walked towards Stiles and he let out a laugh. His eyes sparkling as he watched me approach him.
“Oh, my God!” He shook his head, standing back up to place his hands on my waist. “A picnic on a field of flowers? You are such a cliché romantic type!”
“Oh, shut up.” I blushed, slightly embarassed and Stiles kissed me eagerly at this information.
“I love you, so much.” Stiles stated against my lips, pressing his forehead against mine, and I smirked.
“I know.” I mocked him, pushing myself away from his grasp and he scoffed at me.
I leaned down to place the basket on the ground and spread the blanket on a patch of grass, determined not to ruin any flowers. Laying down on the fabric with a grin on my face, Stiles slowly approached me. Both of our pupils were black with lust when he began taking off his clothes as he walked. The first to go was his shirt, that now lay gently on some flowers. Next, he unlooped his belt and took it off, I bit down on my bottom lip with how turned on I was. Once his pants were on the ground and no longer on him, he came down and hovered his body over mine.
Stiles’ mouth was back on my own and I’ve never felt more at peace than when his lips caressed mine. I smirked against him when a deviant little idea came to mind and I reached up to roll us over. Stiles’ eyes were wide with excitement as I took over and the way he was looking at me made me blush. Running my fingers through his silky hair, I kissed him again. It’s funny how I’ll honestly never get tired of how addictive his lips are.
Stiles’ hands ran down my body before settling under the fabric of my dress and on my ass. I yelped when he squeezed and a dark chuckle escaped his lips. He did it again just to get the same reaction out of me, but this time took the advantage to slip his tongue into my mouth.
I let him be dominant in the kiss as I gently massaged his scalp with my nails. This act seemed to spark something in him because the next thing I know he’s pushing me to sit up and, immediately, removing my dress from my body. Stiles’ lips attached to my neck and his hands reached behind my back to unclasp the hook of my strapless bra. It fell down on the blanket the same time Stiles blew cold air on the spot he was just sucking on. The contrast of hot and cold on my skin making me melt.
Not wanting to let him be in charge anymore, I pushed him back down on the blanket and straddled his hips. He smirked at me once I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and gently grinded our clothed sexes together. I could feel some of my wetness transfer onto his underwear, wetting his bulge in the process and a strangled noise came out from the back of his throat. His hands grabbed onto my hips, moans falling from both of our lips and I couldn’t take this teasing anymore.
Lifting my body off of him so he could take off his boxers and I could take my soaking panties off, I watched him with lust clouding my mind as he slowly pumped his shaft. Our eyes met and I licked my lips at how damn inviting he looked. Stiles’ member was standing straight, begging for attention, as he spread his precum with his thumb. Not being able to wait anymore, I replaced his hands with mine and Stiles smiled at the feeling.
Straddling back over him, I lined his tip with my entrance and slowly slid down on him. My head fell back in pleasure at the feeling of his width stretching my walls. One of Stiles’ hands was on my hip as the other squeezed my thigh, forcing a moan out of me. I created a steady pace and brought my face back to watch Stiles’ reactions.
His eyes were closed and his eyebrows furrowed in concentration at the pleasure building inside of him. It was a definitely a sight for sore eyes to see him render himself helpess against my doings. Rolling my hips and grinding our bodies together, I let out a filthy moan and Stiles’ eyes shot open.
He grabbed my hips with both of his hands now and I screamed when he jerked himself up, his dick hitting me in a new angle. Stiles’ groaned at the sight of my breasts bouncing in front of him and my fingers pinching my own nipples as he thrusted roughly, his member deliciously massaging my tight walls. It was enough to get a knot quickly building up in me, my body already begging for release.
Once he created a fast and hard pace that satisfied the both of us, one of his hands came down to rub harshly against my clitoris. My core clenched in response and a shameless scream escaped Stiles’ mouth, goosebumps covering my skin at the sound. I leaned down to kiss him, never letting our speed slow down, and he gladly kissed me right back.
Stiles moved his hands to my thighs, squeezed, and spread them further. This new angle allowed his tip to repeatedly hit my g-spot and was everything I needed to have the knot explode, spreading a mind-blowing orgasm all throughout body. My legs shook and I didn’t even try to hide the embarassing screams escaping my voice along with the sound of his name.
My core clenching around him was exactly what Stiles craved to reach his own release and, even though I was still swimming in my own high, I watched in awe. His back arched and I could feel his penis twitch before releasing his pleasure inside of me, the warm feeling making me moan.
It’s no news that Stiles is a very beautiful man. His gorgeous golden brown eyes, plump lips, adorable freckles painted across his skin like stars, and his jawline that could literally cut someone were a few of the many attractive things about him. But, the thing is, Stiles always looks his best when he’s drowning in an orgasm. His eyes are shut and eyebrows furrowed in satisfaction as his slightly swollen lips part in a breath-taking o-shape, letting out the most beautiful sounds of filthy moans mixed with my name. It never ceases to make me smile.
Once we were both back in reality, I got off of him and layed down on the blanket by his side. Stiles’ hands already wrapping around my naked body, my head resting on his bare chest. I smiled to myself when I noticed we made it just in time for what I wanted us to see the most.
“Look.” I pointed to the sky and Stiles’ gazed up. “The sun’s setting.”
“A picnic over the sunset?” Stiles chuckled lazily, caressing my skin with his fingers. “Could you get more cheesy?”
“Well, I brought a heart-shaped box of chocolates.” I shrugged, smiling, and this time Stiles full on laughed.
“Of course you did.” He scoffed, snuggling me closer into him and I shook my head.
“You’re such an idiot.” I playfully rolled my eyes at the man holding me together.
“Yeah, but I’m your idiot.” Stiles smiled proudly, lifting his hands to point to the gold wedding band on his ring finger. “Forever!”
My heart fluttered at the sight before me and it’s funny how he never ceases to make me blush.
“I wouldn’t have it any other way.” I confessed, leaving gentle kisses on his skin at the same time as I kept repeating I love you numerous times.
We watched in awe as the sky changed from the vibrant blue to various different warm tones, pink being the main color. It reminded me of my heart and how warm it is, thanks to the man who has it in his hands. The man who will always have it in his hands.
I bet if someone were to dust my heart for fingerprints, they’d only find his.