Authors Note: I’m really excited about this one! There will also be a part two that I’ll have to start working on! I want to thank @thelittlestkitsune for mentioning to me for this to be sinful and giving me a few pointers! A HUGE thanks goes to @smutandahalf for reading this over plenty of times and helping me express what I was saying better and helping on a few parts I didn’t know how to explain.
Author: @dumbass-stilinski Rating: NSFW 18+ Pairing: Stuart Twombly/Reader Words: 2,656 AN: A little birdie told me there’s going to be a couple of Stuart fics coming out in the next week….here’s one for ya. I love you guys, I hope you like!
Your boyfriend Stuart worked long hours a lot, and it could get pretty lonely. He loved his job, and you knew it he was good at it. He was incredibly smart, and he’d been chosen out of hundreds of applicants for the internship that got him started with Google, and you were so, so proud of him. You just missed him.
He texted you whenever he had a free moment, asking you about your day, and making plans with you for dinner, telling you stories about his co-workers, or jokes that made you laugh. But sometimes you wished he could stay in bed with you all day, putting those fingers to better use on your body, instead of on his phone or computer.
Disclaimer: So this is a Stilinski Triplets smut and I tried so hard to make it good so I hope you love it. Ily!!! And Request!!!
New school, new me, you thought to yourself. Pushing through
the bulky blue rust covered doors of Beacon Hills High School. You thought to
yourself that you would have never thought of moving during your senior of high
school. But low and behold your parents picked the most utterly inconvenient
time to move because that’s who they were, a big giant pain in the ass. Your
life was great in L.A, you had friends, a boyfriend, and you were captain of
the cheer team. So when you got the news that you were moving about 100 miles
from your old home you were not too thrilled. So now you weren’t the popular
one, or the smart one, or the cool one. You were just Y/n, no one knew you, and
you knew no one.
First Period: English
Walking into the class you of course got the stares of many,
which wasn’t a big deal if there wasn’t a pair of honey eyes staring at you as
well. Whoever he was he was gorgeous, moles freckled around his jaw, hair
quiffed in the perfect manner, and his eyes… his eyes were amazing. A blush spread
throughout your cheeks at you trying not to look at him for too long. The loud ringing of the bell startled you,
and a loud voice of a not-so-pleasant sounding man roared from behind you. “Hey
Blondie, what are you doing?” You didn’t understand why he had to yell. “Oh I’m
new, I’m Y/n.” You handed him your schedule, his eye brows raised, “Alright,
you sit behind Stilinski.” Turning forward, having really no clue who this
‘Stilinski’ person was. Turning back to “Coach” you asked who that was. “Stilinski
raise your hand.” He says not even looking back up at you. When you turned
around you were meet with not one, not two, but three hands in the air. They
all looked alike but they all looked completely different at the same time. Your
eyes widened at the sight of three boys in three completely different parts of
the room, completely different outfits, and had completely different ways they
were looking at you. The one on the far right next to the window, had a blue
v-neck on, his hair was quiffed but not like the one you saw before his was
more done up. He looked very nervous. The one in the middle back of the room,
he had a beanie on, and his phone completely glued to his hand at all times. He
tried to look like he couldn’t care less but it didn’t work you could see it in
his eyes that he cared too much. The on the far left on the room, the honey
eyed one, had a flannel on and a smirk on his face as you were looking at the other
“Which one?” You asked seriously, but the whole class
erupted into laughter. Coaches yelling cause the commotion to calm down, “The
one in the blue.” He said. The one in the blue, okay sure lets pick the one who
looks like he’s about to throw up, why not. Strutting over to the desk behind
him, he didn’t even give you a second look then went right back to his
notebook, the page covered in x and o signifying that he was writing football
After a long four
periods that surprisingly went very well. You had met some new girl friends who
welcomed you in very quickly and all your classes were surprisingly really
great. Walking into the lunch room you got a text from ‘Lydia’ who was one of
the 4 girls you met during your third period class. The text read to meet them
at one of the outside lunch table. When walking to them you could make out a
figure that looked very familiar to you. The one guy who met your eyes with
right as you walked into English class. Getting closer you could see that his
arm was draped around Lydia so you obviously couldn’t go for that anymore. But that’s
okay the other two intrigued you more. Lydia introduced you to everybody that
was at the table which included: Lydia, Allison, Kira, Malia, Scott, Stiles,
Liam, and Issac. They were all really nice and made you feel right at home. Your
curiosity got the best of you and you had to ask, “So you and your brothers are
triplets?” It caught him off guard but only for a second, then he laughed out.
“Yeah Stuart and Thomas. There my brothers, obviously.” He laughed again. You
couldn’t help but ask another question, “So which ones which?” He and the
others started to go on and on about the two boys, Thomas was athletic and
popular, while Stuart inherited the brains and wit, so did Stiles but Stuart go
more of it. Also Stiles claimed he got the looks even though they all looked
the same. But he insisted. And Stuart was the one with his phone glued to his
fingers and Thomas was the one who looked like he was about to throw up looking
at you. This otta be interesting. The last 4 classes were great and no triplets
in them, but Gym was my very last period and that had Thomas in it. But all was
normal, or so you thought.
The next day:
Was like any other,
you got to first period English and instantly Stiles insisted to be your
partner for the group project, which you were really happy about because you
could hang out with him and get the deeds on his brothers. Which you have found
an attraction to. After the period you and Stiles discussed that you would be
meeting at his house to finish the project. You were quiet happy about that
because you wanted to check them out and learn little more about all of them. The
bell rang signaling you for your next class, yours and Stiles stuff was strung
out all over the two desks so you both were the last two out of the class room.
“Where are you going?” He questioned. “Chemistry.” You said with an eye role
which made him laugh. Stiles was cool but totally not the type of guy you were
looking for. His attention went from you, too his brother Thomas. “Hey ass-hat bring
back my Lacrosse stick.” His brother just gave him an eye role. “See you later;
I’ll text you if anything comes up.” And
then he was off, this was about to be an interesting night.
Knock, Knock, Knock:
Three steady knocks on the wood door with the mail box
besides it read; “Stilinski”. Your heart was pounding and you were hoping and
praying that Stiles would be the one to open the door. The click of the lock
and the yank of the door almost made you want to pass out. And of course not,
of course it wasn’t Stiles. Stuart stood in front of you with his school outfit
hanging off of him. He was definitely the cockiest Stilinski boy. He always had
the ‘I’m-better-than-you look’ all the time and this time he was looking at you
and it wasn’t any different. “Hi.” You said sheepishly and shy. “Can I help
you?” He spat back, your shy left your
body and your bitch came right out to play. “Yeah actually I’m looking for
Stiles, so if you could go and get him that would be peachy, thanks.” His face softened
and he almost looked hurt. Almost. “Yeah well he’s not here.” He walked away
from the wide opened door. “You’re welcome to wait if you’d like.” He said plopping onto the sofa that looked
like the leather was from the late seventies. The house was nice; but you could
tell only boys lived there because of the mess evrywhere.
After about the most awkward hour of your life, you decided
to go home, Stiles wasn’t answering his phone, and you were just about done
with the small talk with Stuart. “I’m going to go because I’m obviously just an
annoyance to you.” He chuckled deeply. And something tinged in your core. “Where
you going baby? We had so much more to talk about.” Right as you turned around
to say a snarky comment, you were met with pair of two big brown eyes and soft
pink lips. He was close to you, to close, you tried to back up but your back
was suddenly met with the door behind you. His warm breath casketed onto your
face and in that moment you have never felt more safe and secure. “You know,
you should be a little nicer to me, you are in my house after all.” You could
tell he was nervous but excited. And you could also tell this wasn’t his first
time with a girl because he knew all the right moves. “Make me.” You spoke out
into a silent whisper. After that your legs were wrapped around his waist and
dirty make out session was in place. You could tell he was walking up the
stairs, because he had an even tighter hold than he did before on your ass. The
kiss ended when both of you had to catch your breath. You were in his room now,
the slightly messy but organized space fuelled your imagination and you could
help but think, ‘this guy must be really smooth to get me in here so fast’. “Now
we want to play naughty? Or, do we want to play nice?” He spoke. He was hot,
like really hot, there was always this gorgeous smirk plastered on his face, he
made your heart melt even though you have only known him for a few days. “What
ever you want honey, you’re the boss, I mean this is your house isn’t it?” You
spoke low with the sexiest voice you could find yourself doing. A low growl
came from him, and then he lunged at you taking his shirt off in the process.
Tangled limbs left you both in just your underwear. His
mouth started to travel down the valley of your boobs, and make his way to your
stomach. The hickies he left on you were a dark lilac color and were in every
spot noticeable. When he got to your pussy he wasted no time ripping off your
undies and eating you out like it was his last meal. “Fuck Stuart.” You
screamed when your orgasm came crashing down onto you. Your whole body shook
from the enormous amount of pleasure, and you were sure you had never cum that
hard in your life. “Wow baby girl that was hot, but no time for sex cause
Thomas is almost home and when I fuck you, I want to hear you scream.” With
that he helped you get dressed. Apologizing for ripping your underwear and
claiming he will buy you knew ones. As the two of you got dressed and down the
stairs stopping at every second to kiss and touch on another. He walked you too
your car and said your good bye’s. He was sweet and gentle appose to being
rough and dominating just five minute’s earlier. You knew that wouldn’t be the
last time you two did that.
The next day:
All you remember from getting home was: eating some leftover
cold pizza and crashing in your room half naked. So when you woke up in the
morning half late from school you didn’t even bother looking in your mirror.
You threw on the sexiest casual outfit you had and grabbed your makeup bag and
headed out the door. Lydia was honking for a good ten minutes, before you
actually made it out side. And she made sure to lecture you about waking up on
time. You did your makeup on the ride there, and you thought you looked pretty
good. When walking through the halls, you got some strange looks from a few
people. You had no clue why but you continued on your way to your locker to get
your stuff. Opening it and placing your bad inside, you felt a presence to the
left on you and you turned to look that way. Thomas stood there in a simple
white tee and some kaki joggers on looking as ‘fuck boyie’ as ever. “So how was
my Brother?” You were taken aback for a bit. But then cooled down and asked
calmly. “How do you know about that?” You raise your eye brows at him and he
lets out a loud chuckle. “I heard you two, and it’s not hard to tell
considering you have his signature hickie on your neck.” You panicked and
looked into your locker mirror, there was one hickie just to the left of your
neck and now you knew why they were all looking at you. You might as well just
wrote ‘I had sex’ on your forehead with how obvious it was. Thomas walked away
leaving you in shock and confused on how he knew, he wasn’t even home. Or so
Words: 1863 Stuart Twombly x reader The Internship Warnings: Swearing, lap dances, nakedness (no smut)
“I don’t think this is a dance club” I say turning to the team. “well I was rocking cantonese he was rocking mandarin something clearly got confused in the middle but I say its a blessing in disguise” Billy exclaims. Just then a girl, a naked girl at that, comes strolling over. “show you to your table?” she flirts with the guys running her hand along their chests and she walks down the line. She stops at Stuart. Nick tilts his head up and says something I can’t hear. His eyes nearly pop out of his head. She takes his finger and slips it into her mouth then takes his hand and leads him to a table, Yo-Yo and Lyle follow eagerly. I look at Neha. We stop for a second feeling awkward.
“you guys ok?” Nick asks concerned. I bite my lip. “I mean, I don’t know about you” Neha pauses looking at me. “But i’ve only read about this stuff okay? Fanfiction and hentai you know?” she exclaims. I nod my head in agreement. I turn away as they get into a speech about how amazing we are. I stare at Stuart as he stares at all the naked women. I grit my teeth and turn back to the conversation.
“let’s get fucked up” I yell. “that’s the spirit” Nick shouts in reply. We head to the table just as shots are being placed. I immediately reach for one. We spend a moment trying to get Yo-Yo to have one and when he does we all cheer. Another woman comes up to our table and this time reaches for my hand. I raise my eyebrow and she smirks pulling me up. I look at Neha panicked. She just hollers and smacks my butt as I shuffle past. I take a short glance at Stuart and his eyes are trained on my butt. I smile a little.
The woman takes me into a back room and tells me to change into an outfit.
I do so and look in the mirror. I feel and look extremely sexy. She knocks and I shout that I’m ready. She fluffs my already curly hair and adds a little makeup. I look hot. She takes my hand and leads me back outside. The boys and Neha are still sitting at the table, not drunk enough to venture away yet. Neha is first to spot me and her jaw drops. The boys, who are all faced away from me turn and look to see what she’s looking at. Their jaws literally drop to the floor. I make my way up the steps and sit next to Neha.
“damn girl, you’re hot” She mutters. The boys nod, some more eagerly than others. I take a swig of the beer the guys had bought me. I see Stuarts gaze last a little longer on me.
“anyone wanna dance?” I ask standing up. Stuart’s eyes rake up my legs and to my face, gulping and nodding. I don’t see the others nod but I hear them walking behind us. We get up onto a small square dance floor and start dancing to whatever is playing. I have my back to Neha as she has hers on mine and we simultaneously slut drop. I bite my lip as Stuart raises his eyebrows. I pop back up and the song changes to a really dirty one. I grab hold of Stuarts neck and start grinding on him, rolling my body into his. I hear the team holler and a few other people joining in on it. His hands grip my waist not daring to go lower. I roll my eyes and push his hands down to my butt. He instantly starts squeezing. He looks at me with heavily eyelids and I’m sure mine are the same. Drunk on alcohol and each other. He leans down to my ear.
“where did this side of you come from?” he whispers nipping at my ear. I lean my head to the side giving him more access. My eyes are closed and I open them slightly to see everyone had left to go elsewhere. I spot Neha and she smirks at me giving me a wink. I blush.
“I guess you bring it out of me” I flirt back fisting his hair in my hands. He audibly moans and brings his lips to mine. We make out for a while before we decide to head back to the table. I take note of all the actual strippers around the club giving lap dances. I smirk and when Stuart sits down, I take a quick shot and straddle his lap. His eyes go wide.
“what are you doing?” he stutters. I take a hold of his neck again and grind down on his lap. He moans. “do that again” he whimpers. “I could do this all night baby” I whisper flirtatiously in his ear. His hands fly to my butt and I start grind and rolling my body onto his. He groans and suddenly Billy shows up next to us taking multiple pictures. “exchangeagram moment right there” he yells high fiving Stuart. I blush but keep going. He starts gripping my hip a little tighter so I bend down to his ear.
“you gonna cum stewie? in front of all these people, I haven’t even touched you, cum for me” I giggle cupping his cheek and pushing my lips against his. His grip gets almost unbearable but I’m to focused to bother. His body slightly shakes underneath me as he presses hot kisses to my neck. Nobody seems to notice what’s happening around us, probably because we are in a strip club, surrounded by other lap dances.
Stuarts glasses are slightly bent on his face and I giggle while pushing them back to their place. His face is flushed and he looks up at me silently. “I’m so embarrassed that, that just happened” he blushes covering his face. “I’m not” I say. He raises his eyebrows. “maybe we can do it again some time, in the near future, minus the alcohol and clothes” I say cupping his cheek. He runs his hands over my hand. He stares at me for a second then jumps forward pressing his lips to mine. “I think I love you” he smirks. I push his shoulder. “ditto” I grin. I stand up and we carry on with the night, actually spending time with the team. I blush at first when they all make innuendos and comments about my attire and actions. Neha high fives me when nobody is looking.
The night takes a turn when some guy decides to mark territory on Marielena, causing a fight to break out between the guys and his friends. We got escorted out of the club, after inquiring about my clothes from the girl who helped me, she tells me to keep the lingerie. “your boyfriend seemed to enjoy it” she giggles pointing at him. I turn to look at Stuart and he looks away quickly. I laugh. “he’s cute, hold on to him” she winks strutting away. I forget about my clothes, grinning to myself and join the others. We head to a lovely hill looking over the entire city. Stuart hands me his button down shirt and I take it gratefully, buttoning it up and sitting on a bench next to neha. Billy comes to talk to us, by now we’re pretty much sober again minus Lyle and Yo-Yo. I start thinking about the night and blush at my confidence.
“you were great tonight y/n” Neha exclaims putting her hand on my bare knee. I smile but its fake, of course she notices. “oh come on! he obviously likes you, he was totally into it” “any guy would like all of that” I sigh running my hand through my hair. “As a guy, I’ve got to say I think he’s totally in love with you” Billy adds. My face brightens. “really?” I squeal. He nods then looks at Neha who looks slightly glum. He starts talking to her about how young and beautiful she is and I nod the whole way through it. “you’ll find someone Neha, you’re 21 and in college, you still have plenty of time” I reassure her placing my hand in hers. She squeezes mine and we have a group hug.
Back at HQ we quickly programme our app then retreat home. Instead of going back to our room with Neha I follow Stuart. We enter his makeshift apartment, similar to my own. I awkwardly stand near the front door while he kicks his shoes off. “you can sit down” he points out giggling. I nod. “right, yeah” I exclaim sitting down on his couch. Its silent for a while. “you know we need to talk about tonight” Stuart whispers. I nod and look down. “I know” I whisper then cough. “you can just say it… I know how much we drank and I don’t expect anything to come from this” I say pointedly. “look at me” he sighs. I keep my head down. “I said look at me” he says more demandingly, while pulling my small frame to straddle his own, much like we had done earlier. I yelp. “I don’t want to forget about tonight. I can honestly say it was the best night of my life. I mean the lap dances and making out was great, well… amazing” he pauses taking my hand as I blush. “but the fact that you were the one doing it, means so much more” he finishes. I finally look up at him, his eyes show nothing but the truth. “so what does this make us?” I whisper. “I was hoping I could take you on a real date, with less alcohol and maybe in the end less clothes” he smirks repeating what I had said to him earlier. I blush covering my face. He laughs loudly pulling my hands away and intertwining them in his own. He pecks my nose and I scrunch it up.
“come on” he chirps patting my butt. “we need sleep” he says. I groan. “I have to walk alllllll the way back to my apartment, in underwear” I whine. He lifts me up and I squeal wrapping my legs around his waist. “no you don’t just stay here, you’re all comfy in my shirt just sleep here, borrow clothes when we wake up and go to HQ.” he says like its the most simplest thing on earth. And it is after I see the look on his hopeful face. I peck his lips and nod, leaning my head against his shoulder. “ok” I mutter. He carries me to his bedroom, gently putting me into the bed and sliding in next to me. “see you in a couple of hours beautiful” he mumbles, resting his head in the crook of my neck placing a wet kiss there and wrapping his strong arms around my waist pulling me back into him. “I made you cum” I giggle. He gently bites my neck and I yelp in surprise. “SLEEP” he demands jokingly. I stay silent snuggling into his warmth.