I Don't See Why Not // A Stiles Stilinski Smut
Prompt: To them, becoming friends with benefits seems like the absolute perfect idea. He’s madly in love with Lydia and she never wants to be in a relationship ever again. So, what could possibly go wrong, right? (Part 1 of 6)
Warnings: NSFW, Explicit Sexual Content, Smut, Cheating (From an outside character), Oral (Male on Female), and Swearing.
Relationship: Stiles Stilinski x Reader/Stiles Stilinski x OFC
Word Count: 5,807
A/N: Hi! Yes, I’m back! I don’t know if my return is a permanent thing, but all I know is I just couldn’t get this story out of my head and had to write it down. Either way, I hope you guys like it
“You know, what? Maybe if we get back in the car and leave, Lydia won’t even notice we’re gone.” I suggested to my boyfriend, Trevor, and he immediately chuckled.
“Babe, this is Lydia Martin we’re talking about.” He laughed, grabbing my hand and kissing the back of it. “She’ll notice us leaving before we even get the chance to walk out that door.“
I groaned audibly as this sunk in. I hate to admit it, but he’s right. Lydia’s one hell of an observant woman and would realize something was off the second we planned a getaway.
Lydia Martin, being the wonderfully thoughtful person she is, decided to throw a crazy party for the pack. She kept saying how ’‘we’re constantly putting our lives in danger to save everyone else” and how “we forgot what it’s like to be actual teenagers”. So, this party here at her house is an attempt to help us all relax, for once, and just have some fun.
I thank her for her effort, really, I do. And I was excited for this event, at first, that was until I got here and the sound of loud music pounded into my soul. People making out in every corner had my skin crawling and I feel like I will literally scream if I see one more person throw up in front of me.
"I’m going to go get a drink.“ I sighed, pulling Trevor’s arm off my shoulders and standing from the living room couch. “Want anything?”
“No, I’m good.” He simply stated, his eyes focused on something else in front of him.
I didn’t even bother to look at what grabbed all of his attention. I was way too concerned with giving into my current need of an alcoholic beverage.
Pushing against the sweaty bodies that danced across the floor, I somehow made my way to the kitchen. My mouth beginning to water as I thought about the bitter liquid burning down my throat.
A small smile etched across my lips the minute I walked inside and a very relaxed and calm Stiles, leaning against the kitchen counter with a drink in his hand, came into sight.
I’m not gonna lie, he actually looked pretty hot. The way his long sleeves were rolled up just enough to show the veins on his strong arms. How his hair was messy in such a sexy way and how he looked as if he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Basically all of Beacon Hill’s finest ladies in this one house and, yet, you still manage to be here in the kitchen, alone.” I laughed, approaching the counter with the alcohol on it and wasting no time in making myself a cocktail. “Why am I not surprised, Stilinski?“
Stiles let out a chuckle as he stood up straight, realizing he was no longer by himself.
“Yeah, well, none of them really catch my eye.” He shrugged before taking a sip from his red plastic cup.
“Not unless she’s a redhead with emerald green eyes, right?” I raised an eyebrow, picking up some ice from its bucket and dropping them into my own cup.
“Right.” Stiles nodded, licking any lingering liquid off his pink lips. He slowly approached, stopping to stand behind me. “And what miracle brought you here? You hate parties.“
“As do you.” I smirked, turning around and leaning against the cupboards. “I remember a certain boy with a buzzcut telling me all about his social anxiety."
“Well, some things have indeed changed for that boy and, yet, he still does have terrible anxiety." Stiles shrugged, resting his body against the island that was fixiated in the middle of the kitchen. "He manages to grow out his hair and even a few muscles, but can’t shake off the constant feeling of being threatened."
"I blame natural selection. This is life’s way of telling us we’re the weaker links.” I raised my cup to Stiles and smirked. “So, here’s to us actually surviving this long and proving evolution wrong."
“Cheers.” Stiles chuckled, also raising his cup. We tapped our cups and with smiles on our faces, gulped down our drinks.
“Mm.“ I swallowed the last of my drink and turned around to refill my cup. "I should probably go back to Trevor. Wouldn’t want him suffering at this party alone."
"Ah, yes, your boyfriend.” Stiles raised an eyebrow, a look of disapproval spreading across his face. “Also known as Tragic Trevor by most."
“Not this again.” I groaned, rolling my eyes at him. With a sigh, I put down the bottle of Jack I used to fill the contents of my plastic cup and faced Stiles.
“Sorry.“ He lifted his hands in surrender. "You know I’m just looking out for you, right?"
“Yes, Stiles.” I sighed, beginning to walk out of the kitchen. “You and the rest of the pack have made it very clear how much you hate my new boyfriend."
“Hey, no. We don’t hate him.” Stiles spoke, following behind me. “We just strongly dislike him."
“It’s not like you guys ever tried to actually like him, anyway.” I scoffed as I entered the living room. A feeling of confusion came over me when I peered over to the couch and Trevor wasn’t anywhere in sight.
“Okay, fine. You have a point there.“ Stiles confessed, standing beside me whilst I looked around the room to try and find my boyfriend. "But, we also have our reasons, Emma. You know what the rumors say about him being the spawn of satan or whatever."
“Stiles, I’m not having this discussion with you again.” I stated, deciding to ignore him when my eyes landed on a very happy Scott. He was, currently, sitting at the bottom of the staircase with a bubbly Kira wrapped in his arms.
“Hey, guys.“ I greeted the couple once I approached them, having to speak a little louder due to the deafening music.
"Hey!” They both exclaimed in union, clearly thrilled to see me here. Kira was obviously drunk and even Scott seemed a little tipsy. He must have laced his drink with some species of wolfsbane to get this effect.
“Have you guys seen Trevor, anywhere?” I asked them, hoping they weren’t drunk enough to not even be able to notice their surroundings.
“Oh, yeah.“ Scott spoke up, his words slurring, and a sigh of relief left my lips. "I think he went to the bathroom upstairs."
“Thanks, Scotty.” I smiled at him and he smiled back, his eyes sparkling.
A feeling of happiness washed over me as I stared at him. If there’s someone in this world that deserves nothing other than the absolute best, that person is Scott McCall. He does so much for the people around him, constantly putting their lives before his. But, the thing is, he doesn’t do it because he feels like he has to, he does it because that’s just who he is. A person so good and so pure that he can light up an entire room with just his smile.
I managed to walk past Scott and Kira and up the staircase. An annoyed sigh left my chest when I heard the sound of footsteps following behind me.
“Stiles, what are you doing?“ I asked the brown eyed boy once we reached the top of the stairs.
“I’m sorry for bringing all of that up again.” He apologized, scratching the back of his neck.
“It’s fine, Stiles.“ I spoke honestly and walked up to the bathroom in the hall. "Just go back to the party."
“No, I want to help you find him.” Stiles stood his ground and I nodded, allowing him to make it up to me.
My right hand curled around the handle to the bathroom door and turned it. I slowly pushed the door open and, immediately, regretted ever trying to look for Trevor in the first place. I had no idea what I would end up actually finding.
The drink that was still in my hands from the kitchen dropped down to the floor and all of the liquid spread across the hall’s carpet as I stared in shock at the scene before me.
A girl I’ve never seen before was sitting on top of the sink’s counter with her legs wrapped around my boyfriend’s waist. The feeling of disgust washed over me as I watched Trevor stick his tongue down her throat. It was only then that I noticed her hands fumbling with his belt and I felt as if I was going to be sick.
Stiles was the first to speak with a faint ‘holy shit’ leaving his mouth.
The two horny teenagers detached their lips from each other and turned their heads towards the opened door.
Trevor’s eyes instantly landed on mine and I could see his pupils go from filled with lust to absolutely terrified.
“Emma.“ He said my name nervously, his voice laced with surprise.
I couldn’t move, I couldn’t speak and I couldn’t even think. All I could do was stare in shock as the realization hit me.
My boyfriend pushed himself away from the girl with no name and anxiously tried to fix his belt. When he began to approach me was when I was finally able to actually move.
"We’re over.” I stated weakly, my voice breaking and I could feel tears threaten to escape.
“No, wait-“ He tried to protest, but I didn’t stick around to find out what excuse he would use.
I ran down the stairs and rushed past Scott and Kira. I heard the sound of my name being called by my friends, but I didn’t even bother to answer.
Without actually thinking, I pulled the front door open and trudged outside. I let out a scream of frustration so loud that I didn’t even hear the front door being opened behind me.
Suddenly, a hand rested on my shoulder and I, immediately, jumped. Quickly turning around, my heartbeat slowed once I realized I wasn’t being attacked and it was just Stiles.
He had this look on his face of I knew this would happen and I just wanted him to get the hell away from me.
“Don’t!” I shouted, anger lacing my voice, when he opened his mouth to speak. “Don’t you dare say ‘I told you so’."
“Actually, I was just gonna ask you if you wanted a ride home.” Stiles stated, his voice kind and soft.
“Oh.” I wiped away the tears that were rolling down my cheek and sighed. “I would, thanks."
“Don’t mention it.” He waved his hand at me. “Come on."
I nodded as he rested his hand on the small of my back and lead us to his blue jeep. I closed my eyes once inside and leaned my head against the window. A feeling of defeat came over me as I thought about my, yet another, failed relationship.
The ride to my house was peaceful and comfortable. The radio played soft music and Stiles talked all the way through. Constantly making stupid jokes and witty sarcastic remarks to make me laugh. The strange part is that they actually worked.
“And here we are.” Stiles stated with a playful voice once we pulled into my house’s driveway. “Need anything else before I go, m'lady?"
“Actually, yes.” I nodded, taking him up on his offer. “Can you stay over? My parents are gone for the weekend and I really don’t want to spend the night alone with my own thoughts."
A soft smile spread across his face, Stiles’ eyes filled with care. A feeling of warmth and comfort washed over my body. If there’s someone who always manages to make me feel safe, that person is, without a doubt, Stiles Stilinski.
"Of course.” Stiles nodded and turned the ignition off.
We both got out of Roscoe and entered my house. Stiles immediately layed down on the couch, already making himself feel at home, and I went upstairs to grab blankets and pillows for him to sleep comfortably.
It didn’t take me long to get what I needed and walk back downstairs to hand them to Stiles.
“Thanks.“ He smiled, putting the blankets and pillows down on the couch he would be crashing on.
“No problem.” I smiled back. “Do you need any pajamas to sleep in? I could go get something from my dad’s clothes."
“Nah, that won’t be necessary.” Stiles waved me off, resting his head against the sofa.
“Well, what are you going to sleep in?“ I furrowed my eyebrows at him and Stiles laughed, turning to look at me.
“Emma, I’m a guy.” He chuckled, pointing to himself. “So, you know, my boxers."
“Oh, right.” I laughed, a small blush creeping up on my cheeks. “I forgot how easy things are for your kind."
“It’s a blessing, really.” Stiles shrugged. But then, suddenly, sat up with a look of surprise stretched across his face.
Before I could even ask what was wrong, Stiles’ hands flew to his jean’s pocket and pulled out a buzzing phone.
“Hey, dad.“ He answered the phone, his voice nervous and I laughed. "Yeah, no. I’m sorry, I forgot to mention there was a party-"
Stiles abruptly stopped speaking and I can only assume his dad had interrupted him. He rolled his eyes in annoyance as the Sheriff clearly lectured his only son.
I chuckled a bit, standing up from the couch and Stiles’ eyes followed me.
"I’m gonna go change.” I explained, pointing to the staircase behind me.
“I know you hate it when I do that, dad…” Stiles sighed into the phone, but not without giving me a thumbs up, first.
With a smile on my lips, I ran up into my room and put on comfortable clothes to relax in. My pajamas consisted of a blue tank-top and striped shorts. I didn’t go back downstairs before managing to quickly brush my teeth.
“So, did you tell your dad you’re sleeping over?“ I asked Stiles with a grin on my face once I sat back down on the sofa.
“Yeah, he’s not too thrilled about it, but whatever.” Stiles shrugged, putting his phone on the coffee table before him. “I’m here for you."
“Thanks.” I smiled weakly and he faced me, his eyebrows raising up.
“Speaking of which, are you okay?“ Stiles question was sincere and filled with concern.
“Yeah, I guess so.” I sighed, leaning into the cushions. “We haven’t been dating that long, anyway. It wasn’t like we were in love or anything. Trevor and I were still getting to know each other, really. I don’t know, it just hurts that he would so easily humiliate me like that. That every boyfriend I’ve ever had only ever thought about themselves."
Stiles looked at me as if he were trying really hard to understand what I was saying and I let out another sigh.
“Look, every relationship I’ve ever been in ended badly. Maybe, I should just stop trying, you know? Maybe I should just have one night stands and never worry about being someone’s girlfriend ever again."
“Hey, at least you have relationships.” Stiles intervened, letting out a breath of defeat himself. “I’ve been trying to be with Lydia since forever and it’s only ever lead to nothing.”
“Okay, but you dated Malia.“ I pointed out and Stiles scoffed.
“Malia was a mistake.” He shook his head. “I mean, don’t get me wrong she’s amazing, but we were never a real couple. I guess I just dated her because I pitied her, really.”
“We’re both such failures in the romance department.” I chuckled and Stiles chuckled along with me. “God, I am so done with romance."
“Oh, you can’t be serious?” He smirked.
“No, but I am.“ I disagreed and, then, turned my entire body to face Stiles. "You know what I really want?"
Stiles shook his head and grinned. "What do you really want?"
“To have someone that I can just have sex with.” I confessed and Stiles laughed. “I’m serious! I wish that that existed. You know, someone you meet with regularly just to satisfy your needs. No feelings and no complications, just pure sex."
“It does exist.” Stiles stated. “They call it friends with benefits."
“God, I want that.” I sighed, closing my eyes and returning to my resting position on the couch.
“Yeah, me too.“ Stiles confessed and my eyes snapped open.
“What?” I laughed. “What about Lydia?"
“What about Lydia?” He shrugged and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion. “Yes, I’m in love with Lydia, but I also have needs, you know?"
"Oh, my God.” I scoffed, staring at him in awe. “You’re such a guy."
“You know what? I am going to take that as a compliment.” Stiles spoke, his expression clearly smug.
I watched as his tongue darted out of his mouth and wet his bottom lip, a feeling of desire, suddenly, pulsing through me. That’s when a brilliant idea came to me and the lightbulb in my head went off.
And apparently, I wasn’t the only one with this new thought inside my mind. Stiles’ eyes seethed want and excitement. The sexual tension in the room now beginning to feel palpable.
“Stiles…“ I said his name slower than usual as my eyes went back up to his. "Are you thinking what I’m thinking?"
“Well, that depends.” Stiles grinned, his eyes piercing into mine. “Are you thinking about chicken nuggets?"
"Stilinski, I know for a fact you’re not thinking about chicken nuggets, right now.” I stated, biting down on my bottom lip and I could see his eyes quickly flicker to my mouth then back up.
“Okay.“ He smirked, leaning in closer to me. "Then, what am I thinking about?”
My eyes narrowed at him, a wave of lust crashing down on my body.
“Well, I can only assume you’re thinking the same as I am.” I inched closer, the space between our faces slimming considerably. “And I just so happen to be thinking about taking off my clothes… for your amusement."
“My amusement?” I could sense the cocky smile in his words even though our eyes shared an intense and tension-filled stare.
I slowly nodded and reached behind my back to unhook my laced bra. Stiles’ eyes never left mine as I gently pushed the straps down my arms.
“Because I know that what’s going on in that beautiful mind of yours is filled with the smuttiest ideas that even porn can’t come up with.“ I took my bra out from under my shirt and threw it on his lap. "And I want you to know that I can help you persue them."
Stiles’ eyes quickly broke our gaze and they shifted to the intimate garment on his thighs. With a small and almost inaudable moan escaping his lips, Stiles’ gaze rested on my erect nipples just underneath the thin layer of cotton.
"Stiles.” I called his name and his eyes reluctantly snapped up to mine. “Do you want to do this? To become friends with benefits?"
“God, yes.” He groaned, his strong demeanor faltering.
A bolt of desire rushed through my body and rested down in my core. A smirk permanently etching on my lips.
“Then, take me.”
That’s all the encouragement Stiles needed to break the small space between us and push his urgent lips against mine. A moan fell from my mouth when his arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me into him.
Stiles’ lips worked expertly on mine and it made me curious as to how perfectly his tongue must work as well. Sliding my tongue against his bottom lip, I asked Stiles for an entrance and he granted me one.
Our tongues danced together, both mouths knowing exactly how to pleasure the other and, honestly, I don’t think I’ve ever been with such a good kisser before.
“Wait.” He broke the kiss, his chest breathing heavily. “We’re too close of friends, this can’t possibly work.”
“What are you talking about?” I furrowed my eyebrows, also out of breath. “That’s what makes this so perfect. You and I have no romantic interests in each other. We’re just here for the sex.”
“Okay, but what if one of us ends up wanting more than just sex?”
“That’s not gonna happen.” I shook my head and stretched my arms behind his neck. “You’re infatuated with Lydia and I never want a relationship again."
“What if one of us falls for the other?” Stiles spoke with his voice full of concern.
“Stiles, you’re thinking too much.“ I smiled and pressed my lips against his neck.
"That’s not gonna happen and if by some off chance that it does, we shut this down immediately.”
"Stiles, relax.” I spoke in between kisses. My tongue darting out to softly suck on his pulse point and Stiles moaned. “How about this? We do this tonight and, by the time we’re done, if you still feel this way about it, we never do it again. Do you think that’ll be okay with you?”
I looked up to see Stiles with his eyes closed as he lets me work my magic on his neck. He slowly opens his eyes once I stop and stares at me.
“Yes.” Stiles nods, his grip around my waist tightening. “That sounds like a good plan.”
“Wonderful.” I smiled, urgently kissing him again.
Stiles’ hands lowered down to my ass and he squeezed it, a shameless moan being released from me. I let us enjoy this moment of devouring each others’ lips before deatching myself from his arms and standing up.
His eyes never left me, even though he was very confused, and I couldn’t help but gaze at his very swollen and plump pink lips. It makes me wonder about what his other swollen and pink body part must look like at this exact moment.
As I bite down on the bottom of my lip, I slowly pull up my shirt off my body. If we were in a cartoon right now, Stiles’ eyes would be out of their sockets with how wide they are.
I let him take in the sight in front of him before walking towards my staircase, never taking my eyes off of Stiles. Lifting my finger, I seductively called him towards me and he instantly jumped up.
The next thing I know, we’re both running up the stairs and into my room. Stiles’ mouth crashes back onto mine as soon as he closes the bedroom door.
My hands make their way through his silky hair, slightly pulling back and Stiles lets out a small whimper.
“That felt strangely good.” He laughed against my lips and smiling into the kiss, I pulled his hair again.
Something lit up inside of Stiles as he, suddenly, broke our kiss and urgently pushed me onto my bed. A laugh and an excited squeal escaped my chest the second I fall back onto the mattress.
Stiles hovers over me and my eyes flicker into his. The boy with beautiful freckles, currently, had large and dark pupils, full of burning lust.
It’s as if our lips had found this new addiction we just can’t shake off as we kiss continuously. My fingers slowly unbotton his plaid shirt and my hands go underneath the fabric, my panties getting wetter at the feeling of his smooth skin against my palm.
Breaking the kiss, I push Stiles’ shirt off his shoulders and my tongue grazes the bottom of my lip as I stare at his impressive chest.
Stiles has never been an athletic person, but he sure does have the body of one. His shoulders were broad, his arms surprisingly strong with muscles, and his stomach lean enough to show the start of future abs in the making. I guess playing lacrosse and running away from supernatural creatures all these years have really paid off.
With a smirk spread across my lips, I quickly pushed Stiles’ beside me and rolled over his body. He had a new sense of excitement spark in his eyes as I lowered my head, pressing my lips against his inviting skin.
My fingers played along with Stiles’ delicious happy trail and I could feel the goosebumps rapidly appearing on his skin. My tongue trailed down and stopped right before the immediate hair poking out of his kakis and I could see his chest rising up and down.
Stiles breathed heavily as I unlooped his belt out of his pants and threw them onto the floor. With anticipation aching inside of my body, I unbottoned his pants and slid them down his legs.
The fire burning in my core heated even more when my eyes came face to face with the bulge popping in his boxers. As soon as I finished pulling his pants off his legs and discarded of them, Stiles, unexpectedly, grabbed me. He pulled me up towards him and pushed me down onto the bed, him being back on top.
“What are you doing?” I laughed at his suddeness and Stiles smiled cockily at me.
“I want to taste you.” He confessed, slowly sliding my pajama shorts off my legs. “Right now.”
“Damn.” I moaned, the smile on my face disappearing and being replaced with my teeth biting down on my lips.
Once the shorts were finally on the floor, Stiles hovered down to the bottom half of my body and my core ached in anticipation.
“Holy shit.” Stiles moaned, my breath hitching in my lungs as he swipes a finger over the thin layer of cotton covering me. “You are so fucking wet.”
All I could do was whimper, my body craving his most intimate touch. Stiles did the unexpected when he ripped apart my panties and I gasped.
Before I could even complain, his tongue swiped along my folds and an embarrassing sound came out of my chest in response.
My body seethed with lust as he stretched my legs apart and settled his head between them. Fuck, that’s hot.
I couldn’t contain my filthy moans when he slowly rolled his tongue over my clitoris, my fingers resting on the back of his head. Stiles drew figure eights with his tongue and I pulled against his hair, both of us now whimpering and moaning.
“Fuck, Stiles.“ I managed to call out in between pleasure-filled groans. "More.”
He didn’t need to be told twice as Stiles spread my legs apart even more and added his fingers to the mix.
Stiles licked harder at my clit and pressed a finger into my core, causing one hand of mine to let go of his hair and harshly cling onto the bedsheet.
Before I could even ask, Stiles added another finger. My body was already drowing in pleasure, but I really lost it when he curled his fingers inside of me.
“Fuck.” I grunted in lust, my heart beating faster than ever and my eyes flickering shut.
Stiles’ tongue and fingers did absolute magic and when my legs started shaking uncontrollably was when I knew I was close.
“Stiles, I’m almost there.” My voice sounded weak as the need to release flooded me.
With his free hand, Stiles gripped onto my thigh and worked harder. His fingers pumped faster along with his tongue.
The second Stiles gently bit down on my clitoris was when my orgasm had reached its much needed peak. All I remember was my back arching, my legs shaking, and my toes curling as the orgasm washed over me.
The pleasure made its way through my veins and I could feel it dance on every inch of my skin.
Stiles kept going to increase my high and only stopped when I had to literally pull him away from my body.
My chest rose and fell constantly with my heavy breaths, a grin planted on his face as he hovered back over me.
“Do you have any idea how fucking delicious you taste?“ Stiles smirked, his face inches from mine. His finger wiped some of my juices off my thigh and made its way past his swollen lips and into his mouth.
All I could do was shake my head, my panting too heavy.
With a cocky grin permanently etched onto his lips, he repeated his actions. But, this time his finger slowly entered my mouth.
Never breaking our eye contact, I sucked on his finger. My tongue grazed his wet skin and I could feel Stiles’ cock twitch against my thigh. A moan fell from my lips when I tasted myself. He was actually right, I really do have a pretty impressive taste.
"You are so fucking hot.” Stiles audibly moaned before pulling his finger out of my warm mouth and crashing his lips against mine.
I could faintly taste myself in his kiss and my hands flew to the hem of his boxers in response.
“This needs to go.” I breathed against his lips and Stiles nodded in agreement.
He broke away from me to take off his underwear and I swear I had to actually control myself from drooling at the sight of his penis.
“Well, fuck.” I groaned, my eyes unable to look away.
“Do you like what you see?“ Stiles chuckled, tossing his boxers on the floor.
"Oh, I love what I see.” I confessed, reaching my hand for his very pink and very swollen tip. “Damn.“
Stiles let out a hitched breath when my index finger came into contact with his head, wiping the precum from his skin. His wide and gleaming eyes never left mine as I put my finger with his precum into my mouth.
“Mhm.” I moaned appreciatively at the salty taste, my warm tongue running over my finger.
“Holy fuck.” Stiles grunted, wasting no time in placing himself between my legs and hitching them behind his waist. “Where do you keep your condoms?”
“Nightstand.“ I stated, ready for this to take its next step.
Stiles’ arm reached over to my nightstand and he opened the drawer. My lips planted wet kisses against his neck as he grabbed a condom from its box.
I began sucking on his pulse point, Stiles letting out a small moan before impatiently ripping the package with his teeth. My tongue grazed his delicious skin and Stiles put the protection on his member.
His hands carefully pulled my face away from his neck and laid me down on my pillow. Stiles’ lips fell back onto my own and he let go of my head. His left hand wrapped around my thigh as his other hand got a hold of his cock, positioning himself against my entrance.
“Ready?” Stiles asked before going any further. I nodded with a smirk, my tongue wetting the bottom of my lip.
He kissed me again before slowly pushing himself into me. We both let out animalistic moans against each others’ mouths at the feeling of our bodies deliciously joining.
His cock stretched my walls and my nails dug into his shoulder, a pained grunt escaping from Stiles. I quickly pulled my nails away from his skin.
“Sorry.” I apologized as he stopped once he was fully in, now waiting for me to adjust to his size.
“Don’t be.” Stiles lazily smiled, his eyes narrowing with a smirk. “I actually liked it.”
A chuckled erupted from my chest and Stiles laughed along with me. My nails once again digging into his back and he whimpered in satisfaction.
Stiles patiently waited for my body to be ready and distracted himself in the time being. He leaned in and began kissing my collarbone, swiping his tongue across.
“You can move now.” I suggested when my core began throbbing with need.
Without detaching his lips from my skin, Stiles slowly pulled out and, then, pushed back in. My heels dug into his ass as he thrusted in a slow, but amazing, pace.
Once he sensed I could go for more, Stiles picked up the speed and my body thanked him for it.
I never imagined having sex with one of my closest friends, but boy was I sure glad it’s now happening.
Something about seeing a best friend in his most exposing and vulnerable moment is such a turn on. Having sex just for the sake of pleasure without any feelings attached is truly the dream… and I just might get to live it.
Stiles was now pounding into me at this point and the moans we were both releasing felt so dirty and I loved every second of it. His mouth found its way back on mine, but our kisses were too messy and actually lazy from how concentrated we were on the building pleasure in our groins.
With every thrust, my body was feeling increasingly good and nearing its peak. Who would’ve ever guessed that Stiles Stilinski was so impressively great at sex?
“Are you close?” A breathless Stiles asked against my lips.
“Yes.“ I nodded as I felt his pounding beginning to feel sloppy. "What about you?”
“Pretty much already there.” Stiles confessed and I smiled against his lips.
Poor thing’s trying to hold on as long as he can for my sake. I took one of hands from his back and made my way towards where our bodies were moving together.
“I got it.” Stiles stated between kisses and placed his middle finger on my clitoris before I could.
I moaned loudly in appreciation and Stiles grinned against my mouth. He wasted no time in rapidly working on my nub, getting me to my release faster.
With a scream falling from my lips, I was the first to cum. My orgasm crashing down on me hard. I could feel my walls clenching around Stiles and that’s when he lost it.
His face settling in my neck as my body muffled his own scream. Our bodies shook together, the intense pleasure taking over the both of us.
Stiles only stopped thrusting when we both couldn’t take anymore, our private parts too sensitive to handle movement.
“Fuck.” Stiles said completely out of breath, softly pulling out and falling on the bed beside me. “That was amazing.”
“I’ll say.“ I scoffed, wiping the accumulated sweat off my forehead. "Impressive work, Stilinski.”
I raised my hand into the air and Stiles laughed the second he noticed what I was requesting.
“You, too.“ His palm came into contact with mine for a much deserved high-five.
With a smile etched across my lips, I turned my head so that I could face him. Stiles was already looking at me with satisfied eyes.
"So, do you want this to be a regular thing?” I asked, smirking at his glowing smile.
“Well, I don’t see why not.“ Stiles shrugged.
"Attaboy, Stilinski.” I laughed and fistbumped his shoulder. “This is gonna be so much fucking fun.”