Stronger than wine

Anonymousasked:

Hey bbys can you write a Dylan O'Brien smut where him and y/n are dating and they have to practice for a sex scene for their new movie but they don’t just verbally practice but physically do? If you can thank you but I’d understand if not.

DYLAN O´BRIEN MASTERLIST

Authors note: Yes of course I will honey. I did change it so they´re not actually dating but are just coworkers to add a little bit of tension. I hope you enjoy

Pairing: Dylan O'Brien x reader, Dylan x y/n

Words: 7,9 k

Summary: You’re working on a movie when an unexpected sex scene Is introduced in the new script. When Dylan asks if you want to practice beforehand, well… Who are you to say no

Warnings: A lot of swearing, smut and I mean SMUT, kind of Dom Dylan and Bratty reader, Things are consensual from both sides but since there is use of alcohol, some of you might consider it as non/con so please proceed with caution.

The previous week had been rough. Everything seemed to go not your way as delays of the script kept ruining the plans for the movie. You were exhausted, easily put, eyes dropping from lack of sleep and the overall punishing stress you’d been under. Dylan O'brien, you’re oh so dear costar, hadn’t been making it easier. His success with the Taylor swift Youtube video and recent glow up had brought him back into the familiar spotlight. Again. Everything seemed to run so easy for him. But at that thought creeping back you had to sigh and rethink. No that’s not true, he had his obstacles and rough patches just like you had. He had worked through them, worked really hard. He deserved everything coming his way. But the thick moving feeling of jealousy had made your throat compressed and eyes green. You felt stuck. Stuck in the same position you’d had in years. Yes, your movies have been terrific, won awards. But you never got a more important part of a movie, never someone that could meet what you wanted. It was selfish, sure, but it was showbiz.

“Okay everyone!”, a voice broke down the walls you were trying to close yourself into. You raised your eyes, blinked the irritation away, and put on your best optional smile. The producer of the show, Carl Bankstrop, was standing on a chair. His head was raised high, almost as he declared himself king on the wobbling excuse for a stool. The gray hair on top of his head was desperately slicked back to hide the evidence of aging. But the bald spot shined through the thin hair, slicked with sweat. He raised his thin fingers with a demand for silence. The room immediately obliged and fell into a silence that could be cut with a knife. Suspense hung thickly in the air as he waved the stack of papers carefully folded in his clammy hand. “I know we are a few days behind schedule”, his voice boomed with a put on confidence that shined through his character “but the delay is finally over. I want to thank the actors and everyone helping on set for being patient. My coworkers will hand out the new and improved scripts now”. A petite man, shrunken by age, waddled across the floor with new polished Italian shoes while grumbling nonsense. His hand left sweaty fingerprints on the scripts handed out. His cloudy eyes met yours for a second before handing you the script. It was warm in your hands, evidence of the tight grip he’d had on it. Licking the top of your finger, ignoring the intrusive thoughts of the bacteria covering them, you started rifling through the yellow tinted pages. Dylan’s character Baron included all the lines. Damp finger turned the next page. Baron. And then the next. Baron. Your eyes didn’t need to sweep over the page for more than a second to turn it again. They had removed half your lines, making more space for Dylan. Even more place. You would be placed in most scenes, legs crossed and a worrying frown on your face. The emotional background character. The woman.

With a primal growl accompanied with the urge to throw a fit you stood up. Your legs took you to the producer, still on his king chair. Hands were shaking in rage as you tried your best to put down the beast threatening to escape you. With a monotone and clear voice you spoke “why is my lines removed”. Carl was still stiff on his chair before he looked down. The act of having to raise your head to look at him once again reminded you of your spot. The woman. The beast fled before you could regain control. “All my lines are given to Dylan. I’ve worked hard on them. You cannot delay the planning only to spit on my hard work, Carl. Honestly, I don’t want to be the one to say it, this movie will not come close to passing the bechdel test”, the tone you used was louder than you intended. Carl looked taken back at your outburst, face twitching like he was fighting the urge to roll his eyes. His hand was placed on your shoulder. His clammy fucking hand placed on your shoulder. He tried to give a reassuring squeeze but the both of you knew it was patronizing. “Y/n, Please”, he pleaded without much sympathy “don’t give us more problems. The lines simply did not fit your character. The bechdel test is just a tool to put down producers and is outdated”. The beast roared, paws dragging in the sand. You pointed your finger at him, hoping to convey him with any kind of threatening message “this movie is outdated. You did not fix anything, you didn’t even add anything”. He dropped his hand with a frown. Still on the chair he proceeded to kneel, like if he was concealing a child. “We did add something. A scene for you. Page 7, darling”, he gave you a soft smile while nodding slowly. He was trying not to aggravate you. With furrowed brows you started looking through the script again. Page 5, 6 and…..7. Your mouth dropped as the scene that was presented to you. “I- you”, you were at a loss for words “you added a sex scene?! That was your idea of a scene for me?! And yes of course this fits my character, a child of trauma that can barely sustain as much as a hug without breaking an arm, will be having sex. Yes of course”. Somewhere in the back of your mind you realized this was pointless. You’d had similar conversations more times then you could count. The end result was never in your favor. The beast was tired. The beast was weak. You were nothing but a background character. With that your turned on your heels and stomped off. You heard Greg shout something in lines of “atta girl, you got this” but the rational part of your brain scrambled it into nothingness. Fucking hell.

The trailer was cold. The walls creaked of the violent wind swallowing it up from the outside. It swayed slightly,not built for the harsh weather of kansas. The bitter air made the steam from the tea look like smoke escaping a forest fire. If you want any warmth from the tea whatsoever you have to drink it up quickly. Nothing stayed warm in this god forbidden trailer. Curled up in an armchair, so used you almost sank through it, you did the same thing you’d done for the last hour. Rereading the sex scene. You had been so angry earlier you hadn’t even realized which costar you would share the cot with. Dylan. The image of you and Dylan rolling around between sheets, huffing and puffing like the bad wolf, was laughable. The threatening feeling of warmth in the depths of your stomach was quickly put out with the tea. Dammit, it had gone cold. The distraction didn’t last for long as your mind wandered back to your earlier thought. Yes of course Dylan was attractive. He was annoyingly charming and could make an entire room turn their head. That wasn’t the point. The only reason you even felt unsure about the sex scene was beacuse it had been so long. Not only since you filmed a similiar scene but also since you had sex. It had been a busy year and you didn’t not have any openings in your calendar for… bonking.  You snorted out loud, concealing the laugh, as you continued reading the script. It was just a scene. Just acting. Nothing at all out of the ordinary. But to your defence you had never done a scene with this level of…. intimacy. How you were supposed to act out him with his face burrowed between your thighs was completely beyond you. The warmth made an unwelcoming return and you knew it was pointless trying to stop it. The imaginary vision of having Dylan between your legs was too hard to fight off. His hair would be a mess after your ruthless fingers would have clamped onto it for support. Your slick would be painted his mouth as he dove back in. Would he growl at your taste? Maybe spit down your slit to add even more lubrication? Would his eyes shine of that beautiful honey brown or would the pupil be dilated to a primal coal black? Would his long thick fingers scissor your pulsating opening? Preparing you for his big… You slammed the script down as your heartbeat raised itself to your eyes. You got dizzy as you felt your blood start to stream downwards. You had to get your shit together. This sudden vision, sudden.. want, was just another shit on your shit mountain. You had to work through it. Rubbing the space between your eyebrows roughly wasn’t any help. It didn’t erase the image that seemed to have made itself a nonconsensual prisoner of your mind. Honey brown or coal black.

A sudden knock on your trailer took you back to reality as you shook the thoughts off you. Even if the visitor hadn’t seen you, seen what you were thinking, you were still embarrassed. It made you feel like a child caught with their hand down the cookie jar. You stood up on wobbling legs and cleared your throat. Without another thought of your earlier activities you opened the door. Motherfucker. Dylan O'brien. Of fucking course he had to slip his hot ass to your trailer as your slick was ruining your panties. It was as if he knew. His cocky smile didn’t help your suspicions as you narrowed your eyes. “Y/n”, the way he said your name directly to you did not have any business making your tummy twirl. “Dylan”, you leaned against the doorframe “what do i owe the pleasure of a visitation from our biggest star”. His mouth fell slightly before he quickly composed himself. A wave of guilt swiped over you as you realized how distasteful your comment came out. You quickly interrupted him before he had a change to say anything else “i’m sorry, that was dumb. I’ve had a shitty day. Please come in, do you want a cup of tea?”. His eyes lit up as he cleared his voice. His body language suddenly seemed nervous as the confident frame dropped. “Yes thank you, that would be great”, his voice came out too husky for your liking. You tried to ignore how his tone suddenly had an impact on your own body. “I only have earl grey, does that work?”, that you felt dumb over somehing as simple as your lack of tea types were pissing you off. This wasn’t you. This dumb script, dumb scene, was messing with your head. You turned your back to him, hands shaking over the teapot. Anything for him not to see the blush of embarrassment creeping up your cheeks. The sound of the door closing, the eruption of the wind blowing outside, was all that reached your ears. You thanked past you for having two teacups in your house as you stood on your pinky toes to reach the second cup. Before your fingertips could grasp the chinaware another set of larger fingers joined you. You could feel the warmth of his arm as he reached over you to grab the cup. The heat of his frame radiating to your back as you fought every urge to lean into his touch. The thought of having his hard front pressed against your back was so tempting you had to grasp the sink not to give in. His hand lowered, placing the cup in front of you. His smell hit you before he took a step back. Dark oak swallowed in a deep fragrance of something familiar tickled your nose. Maybe a splash of whiskey with something sweeter like vanilla or maybe lilly. You had to collect yourself, praying to every god he didn’t notice what his actions were doing to you. How just his smell was affecting you. “Thanks”, was all you could muster but it came out raspy and low. You weren’t even sure if he had heard you. Against every protesting braincell you turned towards him. He looked relaxed, back leaned against the wall with crossed arms. The second he had your eyes he opened his mouth “about the script. I had no idea what they were thinking, I tried talking to Gary but he was convinced you had sent me against my will”. You snorted and laughed at that, thinking of poor Dylan with his tail between his legs threatened by you. The laugh seemed to ease the tension and you felt trust in your own voice again “Yeah, I tried talking to him too. He thought the lines fitted better with your character”. He snorted at that with a frown occupying his full lips “bullshit. It doesn’t fit my character whatsoever. They’re just flushing this whole project down the drain by now”. You nodded in agreement, surprised about how conversation seemed to flow so easy with him. A comfortable silence fell as you both stood still. The only thing not making it awkward was the sound of boiling water from the tea pot. He was the one to break through the stillness “I actually wanted to talk to you about our scene”. You hoped he didn’t notice how your whole body froze up as your veins turned to ice. A lump of anxiety proceeded to make its way up your body.

Guilt over your previous thoughts came back. Did he know? Know you had been thinking about him between your legs? No, how could he possibly know that… Maybe he did. Before your violently loud thoughts could continue their rambling he continued “I was just wondering if you wanted you to go over it with me?”. The unnecessary anxiety calmed down but just for a second. You swallowed the lump in your throat and decided to go for humor “then we may need something stronger than tea”. The laugh that left his lips was beautiful as it echoed through the trailer. Every dream, every possible wish for life you’d ever had, was replaced with the urge to make him laugh again. It flowed through your stream like ecstasy as you couldn’t hold back the wide grin consuming you. Through his laugh he succeeded to get some words in “yeah, that actually sounds like a good idea”. You joined his laugh and opened another cupboard. The want, no, the need for him to reach above you again like before was so strong you could feel it in your toes. “Wine or are you thinking stronger?”, you asked, hands moving across the impressive amount of bottles you had on the shelf. He drummed his fingers against the kitchen table “it’s leaning against stronger”. You nodded agreement, imagining being able to go through a sex scene with Dylan obrein without a needed amount of promille in your blood. “Good call”, your hand grasped the single malt renaissance whiskey  proudly prodding at the front of your bottles. “Unfortunately”, you screwed off the top as you were engulfed in the strong alcoholic scent “the only clean dish i have is the cups so we have to use them”. He laughed again which brought another swarm of wild fluttering butterflies through your belly. His large hand swallowed the smaller cup as he leaned forward towards your stance. “Nothing says an expensive single malt whiskey as a star wars cup”. You laughed and chose to ignore how close he was. You could easily lean in and press your nose to the soft bronze skin under his chin. As gracefully as you could, which turned out wasnt that graceful, you poured the swirling beverage down the two cups. Both of you made your way towards the couch, a silent agreement that this was best done sitting down. You couldn’t help but to sneak a peek at him. He had taken off his actor makeup and clothing and was dressed in a more relaxed dressing. A washed out dark brown hoodie with a barely visible mets symbol on his chest paired with black jeans. On anyone else it would look relaxed, simple. Somehow he wore it like it was the runway. The way the jeans hugged his thighs and.. bulge should not be considered legal. You forced your eyes up to his face. That didn’t really help either. You hadn’t really noticed the small moles covering his face, or the way his cheekbones curled his face shape. To come to think about it, you had never sat down simply to admire him. Something his looks very much did deserve. Nervously you gulped down half of the cup, anything to make your heart slow down. He licked his lips, an action that did not go unnoticed by you. “I was thinking”, he mumbled between sips “that we could practice and kind of agree on how to do the scene”. You took another mouthful, never leaving the eyeconnect. “I have done these scenes before”, you lowered the cup “but this one is more intimate then i’m used to so i’m a bit nervous to be honest”. He smiled sweetly, eyes softening. A flash of recognising flashed in his honey orbs as he continued to sip from the whiskey. “No need to be nervous”, that only continued to add to the nervousness building in you. Desperate to calm down a bit, you swiped the last of the whiskey. The effects of the alcohol finally seemed to catch on as you felt the familiar warmth move from your stomach to your hands. You could feel the fire spark in your fingertips as the negative emotions in you slowly sailed away. He was right. There was no need to be nervous. You smiled, feeling the alcohol pull your cheeks “you know what, you’re right”. He put down his cup and you got the feeling that you should

mirror his actions. The cups both connected with the table in a shared ‘clink’ as you didnt drop eye contact. You could see he was starting to feel affected as well from the relaxed drop of his shoulders and his cloudy swimming eyes. “From the beginning?”, you asked, wiping your dampness from your hands off at your pants. He nodded, closing his eyes swiftly. When he opened them he wasn’t Dylan any more, he was Baron.  It had never crossed your mind before how much of a difference it was between the two of them. They both shared Dylan’s good looks, but the surrounding energy and aura was strikingly different. You straightened your back, letting your hands move carefully to your sides. Eyes hardening as you took his lowered eyebrows in. They casted a shadow across his face in such a magnificent way you almost broke character. “You knew it was pointless”, his voice suddenly boomed, shaking the fragile air around the two of you. He did it with such ease, the emotions behind the words, it made you forget he was following a script. You swallowed thickly, feeling your head dance in warmth from the whiskey. “Stop”, you uttered behind hardly closed teeth. You closed your fists in a protective manner. The fact you could stay in character and not jump his bones immediately impressed even the drunk state you. “No”, he growled, actally fucking growled “you shut the fuck up and listen”. Potentiel arguments your character held backed down, you could feel how she felt. Confused. “You knew damn well it was pointless. But you didn’t care. You risked our entire troop just for a selfish fucking need”. Irritation rose to the surface as you had to remind yourself he was acting. You purse your lips, heaving your chest in and out. “No you fucking listen. I did not risk shit, except my own life. The dumbass troop were safe, you were fucking safe. Don’t you dare call me selfish as if you aren’t doing this whole operation for a fucking award”. He furrowed his eyes as his forceful fist reached out to grasp your blouse. The action was not scripted, contributing a real reaction from you. You were almost certain he could feel your violently beating heart under his knuckles. “You don’t know shit, you hear me. Not a single shit. You’re a brat, someone needs to put you in your fucking place. Just shut up”. You couldn’t hold back the way your body fluttered at his words. You pressed your thighs together, something you were sure he had to notice. Another wave of wetness engulfed your poor ruined panties. Your mouth was agape, plush lips breathing heavily. Something in his eyes told you he knew you were not acting anymore. You would be absolutely red with embarrassment, desperately wanting to hide in a hole, if you weren’t so affected by his words accompanied with the whiskey. You decided to follow his tracks, go rogue. Go off script. You smiled drunk of lust for the man sitting right in front of you “make me”.

Before you could react he was pulling your blouse aggressively until your mouths clashed together. The lingering taste of the whiskey bloomed in your mouth as you immediately deepened the kiss. You knew there were rules for this. How to kiss on screen. But every single one of them seemed to be forgotten as you lips wrapped around the wet muscle in his mouth and sucked. The same tongue you had imagined swiping over your folds was now in your mouth. He groaned in return, something that sent another wave of excitement down your adrenaline pumped body. His hand left your blouse only to grasp the nape of your neck. He pushed you closer, if that was even possible. Lost in the taste of his mouth, the haze of lust and alcohol, you pushed yourself onto his lap. His hand immediately supported your position with pushing fingers on the small of your back. Still very much in character he broke the kiss to move his hand to your throat. He didn’t hold tightly, but gave a reassuring squeeze. “Should put you in your fucking place”, he muttered before meeting your eyes. You saw the second his character fell as his hand swiped some hair stuck to the sweat on your forehead. “You okay?” he whispered, like if the camera was actually on you. You nodded too fast, hands supporting your shape on his chest. “Tell me if you want to stop”, he demanded as you saw a flash of Baron across his appearance. “Yes”, you gasped, voice thicker than usual “i’m okay, please”. You didn’t know what you were asking for but Dylan seemed to understand. In a second he was Baron again, clashing your mouths together. His hands moved down your shape, stopping at your waist abruptly before moving up again. The acting, the character, damn the entire scene was completely lost to you as you leaned into his touch. Without a single doubt in your mind you dragged your hips across his, grinding your crotch down. You quit the kiss to gasp, surprised at the hard length desperately trying to be released under you. “Fuck”, he muttered under his breath as he leaned in and started tracing kisses down your jawline. You repeated the action, making sure to drag your hips teasingly slow. It wasn’t meant to be a tempt, you just wanted to savor the feeling. Before you could move again he had you on your back with him hovering over you. His lips pursed as a familiar fire engulfed his dark eyes. “You’re always such a fucking brat”, he started pulling up his hoodie in a quick paze. You followed the new skin being exposed, licking your lips at the ideas popping up. You wanted to trace your tongue up the same path  his fingers were pulling the material. You tried to lean up, test your idea, but he immediately pushed you down again. “No you don’t get that”, he muttered, finally pushing the garment off him. Without thinking about it you whined as you saw his fully exposed upper body. His skin showed faint evidence of a t-shirt out in the sun on his sunkissed arms. But what caught your interest was the dark trail of hair  heading down his torso. It was like an arrow to the visible hip bones above the pants. A direction for you to follow. He gave you a warning eye, and you understood what he was indicating. No touching. His fingers rubbed the material of your blouse, as if to check how the material felt. You nodded, a silent consent which seemed to emidelty spur him on. He ripped the material, making buttons shot out like cartridges across the rooms. Too into the scene you did not notice, did not even care about the state of your shirt. He nodded your hips with his hands, signalising to lift them up, which you immediately obligated. “So responsive”, he mumbled, making you realize he was still following the script. It should not have made you shiver in anticipation, knowing he was still on duty. Something about him still doing the scene, which obviously isn’t the goal anymore, was weirdly enough sexy. You knew what was supposed to happen. He wiggled your pants off your thighs, pretending as if his knuckles accidently touching your exposed skin wasn’t intentional.  You looked up on him suddenly

feeling shy, knowing he was almost fully dressed and you were left in barely covering underwear. He seemed to sense the hesitation as he grasped both of your knees and pulled them apart “don’t hide from me”. You realized you couldn’t explain this away later. No, your fully drenched paintes showed you werent acting, making any explanations useless. Dylan, on the other hand, seemed to apprective this. One look down your seperated legs and you swore you could see his eyes darkened further. “Is this all for me?”, he cooed, patronizing your submissive state. A devious idea set in your mind as you looked up through your eyelashes. You licked your dry lips while making sure you had an unbreakable eye contact before mumbling “all for you Baron”. He did not like that. Before you could react he was cupping your mound, still determined to keep eye contact. His lips were pursed hard, muscles flexed in his arms. It looked like he was on the last strain of self control. “Tell me to stop”, his voice was husky and an octave deeper than usual “tell me to stop and we can pretend like none of this happened tomorrow”. The idea was shattering, making your heart jump in fright. That was the last thing you wanted. You wanted your drench panties to never leave his mind, to ruin him for any girl after you. Just the thought of another girl spreading her legs for him made a jealous possessive nature move your mouth. “Don’t you dare stop” you leaned your head to the side while cooeeing similar to how he had done “or maybe i’ll go see if anyone else can train a brat like me”. His response was sudden, as his hand slapped down the outside of your panties making contact with your clit. Understimulated you arched your back, chasing the contact. But just as fast as the touch had comed it also left. You whimpered at the loss of his hand, feeling your pussy clench around nothing. “what was that?”, he snarled as he waved his hand teasingly. Ready to submit to him, forget about your teasing, you dropped the brat act. Anything to get his hands back on you. “Please”, you whimper, feeling desperate as you can’t even muster a whine. “Please what?”, he teased with his hand hovering over your sensitive mound again. You could feel the body heat of it, so close to where you wanted him. “Please, don’t stop”, you looked up at him before adding “Dylan”. That seemed to do the trick as his hand slapped down the same sensitive spot again. This time you let out a guttural moan, not at all as desperate or fake as you usually moaned. “Look at you”, he muttered, letting his eyes ravish the sight of you spread out “where did all that attitude go, huh?”. Before you could snap back a witty response his hand slid down the wet material. Feeling the pressure of his fingers so close to your hole was enough to break you. “What do you want?”, he asked teasingly. You should have been angry at him for dragging this out. But the need to please him, to get what you wanted at last, was enough to cancel it out. “I want your fingers, please. Been thinking of you between my legs ever since we got the script”, where the sudden knowledge of how to create a whole sentence came from was nothing you could grasp. The need for him making you bare all your thoughts, leaving everything out on display, was humiliating. He hummed, content with your answer. His finger continued to tease the flimsy material of the side of the panties as if he was considering taking them off or not. “Tell me”, he slid his fingers down the material before repeating it again “tell me what you were thinking”. You gulped, memories of your previous thoughts washing over you. Before you could stop yourself you continued to unveil your thoughts “If you would spit down my clit so i would get even wetter. If your hair would be messy when I gripped it as you ate me.If you would scissor me open on your fingers to prepare me for your big..”. Before you could finish the sentence he interrupted your train of words by slipping his fingers inside the panties. When you finally got him where you wanted him you couldn’t hold back the

whimper leaving your bitten down lips. “Fucking filthy”, he groaned while keeping his fingers still “did you think about this right before i came here. Or maybe you were still thinking about it as you decided to turn around and show me your perfect backside while grabbing tea”. Nodding, you know there was no point in trying to prove him wrong. He finally slipped the panties of your legs, throwing them behind his shoulder. You fought the urge to close your legs at the sudden intimacy, knowing he wouldn’t like it. His eyes were stuck on your wet glistening folds, presenting themself perfectly for him. “You’ve been so good for me now” he praised, something that didn’t fail another wave of wetness against the exposed folds “you deserve an award”. That was the last thing he said before getting down comfortably, probing himself up on his elbows. Now with his face itching from your wanting heat he meets your eyes. You couldn’t help but to smile at the answer to your previous unconscious question. His normally honey orbs were engulfed in coal black darkness. The pitch black dilated pupils kept harsch contact with yours as he leaned down. Hot breath made contact with your heat, so close but yet so far. Before you could utter any complaints his hand that wasn’t gripping your thigh reached for your hand. Curiously you watched him move both of your hands to his head. When it finally clicked, you grabbed onto his messy dark hair and whimpered at the realization. Before you could utter another word he dived down.

His tongue immediately made contact with your bundles of nerves making you let out a silent scream. You roughly scraped across his scalp and he groaned in response. Full lips closed around your clit and sucked it into your mouth, making waves of pleasure move down your insides. The noises he was making was obscene, the combination of his wet tongue ravishing your even wetter cunt with the groans you were both making was something out of a dirty movie. “Taste better than i expected” he said, mostly for himself “a fucking delicasy”. He travelled his tongue downwards before pushing it as far as he could into your hole. The filthy vision of his wet muscle in your quivering hole made you push his face closer. He explored your warm walls, licking up every bitter sweet escence you were ready to give him. When he backed away you sighed at the loss but before you could react he got back to abusing your poor clit. He bit down on the soft skin, making pain and pleasure twirl together deliciously in the depths of your stomach. The hand gripping your thigh left its position to join his mouth. You could feel the pad of his fingertip slowly edging itself into your whole, probing every sensitive spot inside of you. He didn’t stop the slow pace until he had hit his hand to the hilt and couldn’t reach any further. “You’re right. Il have to prepare you if i want to fit”, he muttered before forcefully sucking down your clit again. The indication that he would be deep inside you later, that he had to prepare you for his thicker member, made you moan out loud. His finger finally started to move, exploring your cave until he found… Another guttural scream left your dry throat as his pad came in contact with the spongy spot deep inside of you. That was all the evidence that he found your sweet spot he needed as he proceeded to curl his finger upwards. You hadn’t even noticed that your legs were shaking next to his dived down head. He finally stopped his teasing as he went for a steady hard pace accompinted with his expert tongue and curling finger. Lost in the haze he provided, you gripped his messy hair for dear life. Chuckling darkly at your actions, you could feel the vibrations against your sensitive clit. Another finger joined him, easily slipping in thanks to the wetness surrounding them. The perfect curve and push of his tongue was all that was needed to throw you unexpectedly over the edge. With small huffs of moans you bucked against his face as your body was swallowed up by the pleasure. Energy swirled through you as you felt the hard coil in your body combust. Your vision went dark interrupted by flimmering light as your body continued to shake in his grip. The overpowering ecstasy continued to hug and kiss your veins as he licked and fingered you through your climax. It went on for longer than anything you’ve ever felt, it wasn’t close to any orgasm you’ve ever given yourself. Finally your body slumped back, exhausted by the overpowering pleasure he had brought down on you. Heavy breaths interrupting your normal breath pace as you were desperately trying to catch your breath. After what seemed like an eternity

you finally came back, noticing how he was still coaxing you through your pleasure with persistent fingers. “Dylan”, you moaned, voice breaking my dryness “I-i”. You were too exhausted to finish your sentence as you slipped into the lust haze that was left. He hushed you, touches turned soft, as if he knew exactly what you were going to say. How he was the first man to ever give you an orgasm. That he just gave you the strongest orgasm of your life at that. “You were so good”, he praised, kissing the inside of your thighs. The sudden intimacy made your heart swell as you mustered any energy left to look at him. He looked absolutely ravishing between your legs, just as you had imagined. His lips were wet from your slick, his hair still nestled in your tight grip. You imagined what you had to look like, completely ruined under his touch. He did not seem to mind. Instead his fingers slowly started to move again. At your fullness you understood he must’ve added a third one. It was a tight fit, but the slickness allowed him to nestle in between your walls and reach your sweet spot again. The overstimulation was almost too much as you whimpered in a mix between pain and pleasure. He hushed again and bent down to kiss your clit. “I need you inside of me”, you felt your primal nature crawling back after your incredible orgasm, wanting nothing more than for him to be buried to the hilt in you. “I know”, he cooed as he scissored his fingers “i have to prepare you”. You shook your head, desperately “don’t need. Now, please”. He looked up at you, at your ruined state. Praying in the back of his mind that he could wake up to this vision everyday. “Baby”, his nickname made you clench around his fingers “it’s going to be a tight fit”. You shook your head again as all rationality left your body. You knew he was right but the need for him inside you overpowered any reality of the situation. “Please, I want it. Don’t want to be able to walk tomorrow”, you mumbled, spilling out what was the only thought in your clouded head. He groaned at that, supporting his head on the inside of your thigh “your going to be the death of me”. Against his better judgement he dragged his fingers out. The fingertips shriveled up after you warmth and wetness and before you could give it a second thought you possessively pushed them into your mouth. His groan matched your moan as you sucked the juice off him. Something as filthy as your juices covering his entire hand made you tighten your mouth around him. You made sure to get every last drop before letting them out with a pop. The look he gave you would stay on your mind for weeks. Like you were a goddess sent down from heaven. There were so many emotions swirling in his eyes you almost forgot he was still between your legs wet with your cum.

He propped himself up again from his elbows, sitting up. You mirrored him, letting your naked form sit next to his covered one. He started to unbutton his pants, desperately trying to get the slick material off him. You watched patiently, greedy for more exposed skin. “Take off your bra”, he commanded as his pants finally came off “want to see your tits as you ride me”. You gasped at the indication and fumbled with the claps on your back in a second. When you finally go the hasp off you dragged the prison of your body and let your curves escape. They bobbed slightly from the sudden weight, begging for attention. He took one look at them with a groan before focusing on his briefs. “I’m not going to last long when you look like that”, he breathed as he finally got his underpants off. His cocks sprung free, reaching for his stomach. It was stone hard, veins gripping it so tight it was shifting towards purple. The head was the same red as his plush lips, pushing out drops of precum. You never in your entire life thought that you could be attracted to dick. You were wrong. Your insides did a turn of pleasure as you saw the thick member as it strained impressilny long. He may have been right, it was going to be a tight fit. Before you could stop yourself you leaned down and took his head into the warmth of your mouth. What had possessed you to do so was most likely the teasing amount of cum slicking down his soft skin. The thought that something so precious would go to waste did not sit right with you. He hissed in pleasure as you sucked down everything he had to give him. The taste of his natural musk together with the underline of his soap was enough to make you groan. The vibration seemed to spur him to grasp your hair tightly. You didn’t have enough time to get all of his juices up before he pulled you off. You gave him your best bratty look which he hardened his eyes to. “I’m not going to last if you do that again. I thought you wanted to feel me tomorrow”. At his quotation of your previous words your bratty face fell and a good girl one came. He sat down comfortably, nodding for you to join him. You didn’t need more convincing as you swung a leg over his lap so your dripping folds were right over his hardening length.  His handsome face meeting yours, with those types of eyes you could get lost in was presented to you. You leaned forward, kissing his nose before leaning back, smiling from ear to ear. At that he laughed, that beautiful noise that you had been longing for the entire night. He started leaving specks all over your shoulders as he slowly inched you down. He was very considerate, letting you be in control. With that you positioned yourself right, grabbing his length right, before slipping down. His head popped past your lips and as you inched down further you felt the stretch. He filled you completely but wasn’t even fully inside yet. “Fuck, i think youre too tight”, he tried, his voice strained in self controll. Determined to prove him wrong, to please him, you ignored his words. You took it slow but still pushed him further and further inside. The stretch started to feel painful, as you felt your insides choking his twitching cock. “Y/n”, he tried but you quieted him down by fully pushing him inside you. The pain was intense, as you felt him push the deepest part of you. He hissed, head rolling back, as he was on the verge of nirvana. The vision alone made you squeeze around him, not really helping the self control he was desperately grasping onto. You sat there, letting your insides warm him and squeeze him shut. There was something primal and domestic about having him this deep inside of you, almost stuck because of your walls swallowing him. The first wave of pleasure was strong, indicating that your insides were starting to mold and get used to him. He looked lost, on the very edge of self control, as he reached down to where you were connected. “Fuuuuck”, he drawed out before letting his eyes join his hand “I can feel myself through your stomach”. Your palm joined his and very well, you could feel the

persistent push of his size under your navel. You moaned at that, imagining him filling you up so completely. His finger pads collected some of the slick dripping down your connected bodies before pushing your clit. before you could stop yourself, knowing it would most definitely hurt, you brought yourself up before slamming down again. The pain was nothing compared to the overwhelming pleasure you felt as he hit all the right parts inside of you. “Stop that”, he growled as his fingers continued their abuse “i won’t be able to hold back”. As bratty as you were, you repeated your action. Your walls took him perfectly, pushing him to the hilt once again. “Then don't”, you moaned as you were planning to set a steady pace. He seemed to have a different idea in mind. The second the words left your minds you could see his self control simmer away to nothing as he grasped your love handles. With one push of strength he set a brutal pace. The view of him like this, completely lost in the feeling of you around him, was enough to make the pain slowly go away. His rough pace together with the violent abuse on your clit made the coil in your stomach start to build again. He let out strings of curse words as his dick was completely engulfed by your inviting heat. “Fucking perfect”, he growled behind closed teeth “made for me to fuck”. Your hands grabbed his shoulders for support, lost in the intense pleasure to respond. The room was filled with the obscene noises of you mewls and his groaning, the slickness of your walls flushing around his stone hard member and the slap of his full balls against your skin. He fucked you like a ragdoll, pushing into your bodys every curve. Succeeding to hit that sponge spot with every thrust. “Where”, his voice was barely hearable between the slaps of your bodies “where do you want me to come”. You rested your forehead to his, letting your breaths join in symphony. “Inside”, you whispered as you tightened your grip on him “I want to feel you drip outside of me on set tomorrow”. The indication that you wanted something as absolutely filthy as to have him drip out of you while you were talking to his coworkers made him snap. He thrusted deep and hard, growling praises over and over again. “Going to make sure that you’re dripping of me for  days”, he grabbed the back of your neck to bend it backwards “so everyone knows who ruined you”. With that he forced himself forwards and pushed your nipple in the warm heat of his mouth. The warmth inside you finally snapped as you came violently around him. He kept the pace, fucking you through your pleasure. You lost all contact with your body, stuck in the punishing feel of pleasure surrounding your every nerve. The feeling of you gushing around him, coating both of your lower parts with the sweet essence of your juices, finally made his balls tighten up in pleasure. With beautiful groans he was cumming, spurting deep deep inside of you. You feel the warmth, as he painted your inner walls white. You felt completely full both physically, but also mentally knowing how he was indeed going to drip inside of you for days. He rode out both of your escacys, out of breaths from the marvellous pleasure you both were in. His member twitched inside of you as it should its last spurt of white seed. Completely exhausted he let his body go slump with his hands down his sides. You collapsed on top of him, your head supported from his shoulder. Your chests moved in harmony as both of you were desperately trying to catch your breaths. The silence of the room was intense compared to the previously loud noises. It reeked of sex. Of sweat and juices, of passion and lust. You began kissing his neck, just like you had been thinking about earlier today. If you had asked this morning if you believed you would end up with Dylan O'Brien’s cum deep inside of you, you would have called them crazy. But here you were. The small kisses were all the aftercare you could muster as Dylan slowly came back and started stroking your hair. You were the one to break the silence this time “so… do you

think we are prepared for our scene?”. He let out a laugh, so filled with joy, that you thought for yourself that you were right for the urge to want to make him laugh. Deep inside you knew that his laugh, and ropes of cum inside of you, were all you ever wanted. Suddenly the lack of lines in the script didn’t seem like such a problem anymore, as you realized it would only mean you could hopefully practice this scene with Dylan again.

Take Me Dancing -

Stiles Stilinski x Plus size!Reader

(Because my boy can dance …fuck)

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Prompt:

Warning: Smut! Stiles got a obsession with asses! Because in my mind he’s an ass man or legs man!

Description: Malia made you buy a dress you aren’t so comfortable in…she’s taking yes as an answer only. Grin and bare it you guess…until you finally got the boy you like to notice you.

ENJOY!!!

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However before you could change Malia bust into your room without so much as a knock, looking you over with a satisfied smile. You shook your head, your eyes widening as she grabbed your arm.

However before you could change Malia bust into your room without so much as a knock, looking you over with a satisfied smile. You shook your head, your eyes widening as she grabbed your arm.

“Nope! I need to change!” You screamed dramatically as she dragged you out your room with ease, god damn werewolf strength, your size clearly didn’t faze the wolfs when they flung you around like you were a size 6.

“Nope you need to get in the nice expensive car Peter bribed my love with.” Malia deadpanned as she opened the passenger door to her car.

“Malia I look like a big red marshmallow!” You screamed childishly as she was wrapping the seatbelt over your body clearly not taking any chances with you running back into your house.

“Stop. You look sexy and if he doesn’t see that, find someone better. I heard that Brett has a thing for curvy girls.” Malia supplied and you rolled your eyes at her words like she was lying through her teeth.

“You mean fat?” You supplied bitterly and she shot you the deadliest glare she could muster, her eyes flashing at you in warning.

“Listen to me now woman you look so fucking good so when we get there you’re going to get a drink, then we’re going to dance and ignore everyone else? Okay?” She demanded as we started pulling up to the loft.

“Fine. I do love dancing… also does Derek know we’re using his loft this time?” You asked with a raised brow as you stared at the glowing light coming from the loft.

“It was his idea since he’s away he said we could use it as long as we cleaned up and replaced whatever gets broken.” Malia shrugged as she turned off the car.

You stepped out of the car, looking down at the red, long sleeved wrap dress that came to the middle of your thighs and your black heels with a sigh before taking a deep breath. You put on your best fake confidence and linked arms with Malia who was in a plain tight black dress.

The second you walked into the loft your eyes widened at the sight of all the bright lights flashing on the make shift dance floor, there was a make shift bar in the corner too making you cheer happily. You dragged Malia to the bar in desperate need of alcohol to loosen you up.

You ordered your favourite drink, taking a few heavy gulps, your throat burning as it went down and you finished the drink and looked at Malia with a wide grin as she laughed at your antics.

“Happiness, ain’t something you sit back and ya wait for.” Selena Gomez’s voice sounded through the speaker and your arm shot in the air happily.

You cheered happily as you dragged Malia to the dance floor swaying your hips as you went, the beat rippling through your body as the body’s mushed together dancing along to the beat.

You and Malia danced closely, resting your hands on each other as you danced, getting lost in the beat. You were enjoying dancing, it had been so long since you felt this free you were shocked when someone started dancing behind you, their hands on your hips but Malia just nodded so you went with it, not looking who is was.

You could feel they were tall, their muscles pressing against your back and your best guess was Brett which made you laugh softly as you danced, he was a friend so you had no problem with it and you were very single. However since you never looked back, scared you’d lose your nerve, you couldn’t confirm it was Brett.

You danced for the rest of the song pressed against Malia and the unknown guy behind you until the DJ announced he’d had a request from someone called Stiles and your eyes widened as Stiles came to the side of you glaring at the guy behind you making Malia chuckle.

“Don’t mind if I steal Y/N do you? Of course not.” Stiles stated sarcastically as he drug you away from, who you now saw was indeed, Brett who looked beyond amused by Stiles as he continued dancing with Malia.

As Jason Derulo’s Take You Dancing came on you raised a brow at Stiles who just shrugged as he took you hand with a suggestive brow wiggle as he did a little bow, making you giggle softly. He suddenly spun you outwards before bringing you back into his chest as started grinding your body together his leg slightly between you leg.

“When did you learn to dance?” You chuckled awkwardly as you felt you face heat up being this close to the man you liked so much.

“Last year when I was living in Washington. I went to a few clubs and I met an older woman who took pity on me. She taught me how to dance telling me it was a waste that I had such a pretty face. She was an old dance teacher.” He huffed shyly into your ear before pulling away at arms length encouraging you to dance for him.

You shook your head at his confidence but for some reason it only seemed to boost your own. Right now the boy of your affections is showing you attention whether it was only for tonight or not, you were going to enjoy it.

“Well you do have a very pretty face.” You agreed casually, a mischievous grin taking over your face.

“So does Brett.” Stiles muttered childishly but you caught it, his words instantly made you feel elated.

“I prefer yours.” You purred in his ear as you rolled your body against his, his hand tightening on your hip as he pulled you closer, his forehead rest against yours.

“Wanna get out of here?” Stiles whispered, his hot breath hitting your lips as he spoke causing your breath to stutter so you gave him a nod letting him know you wanted to.

He intertwined his fingers with yours, pulling you towards the loft door not caring who saw which shocked you but what shocked you more is he approached Scott his hand still in yours clearly not ashamed of you which made your eyes widen.

“Scott I’m leaving with Y/N can you get a lift off Lydia?” Stiles shouted from a respectable distance.

“Okay man. Use protection!” Scott shouted with a smirk and you flushed instantly.

“Fuck you Scotty! I know how to wrap up okay!?” Stiles shouted back his tone full of playful hate.

Stiles took out his car keys and dragged you to the elevator in the loft, pressing ground floor and as soon as the door closed you looked up at him and his eyes were flickering so quickly between your lips and eyes you lost track as he started bouncing in his spot like he always did when he was nervous.

“Fuck it.” He whispered before pinning you against the elevator wall his lips on yours, one of his hands cupping your cheek as his other rested on the wall at the side of your head.

He seemed hesitant to deepen the kiss so you ran your tongue along his bottom lip begging for entrance and he let out a husky groan, the sound going straight to your core. His lips were so soft and pliable it made you feel so confident and in control.

The elevator made a small rattle when it reached the bottom floor and you pushed him back, allowing your hands to drift down his abdomen as you pulled away. You walked out of the elevator swaying your hips as you went not stopping, even when your dress rode up your thighs, until you reached the jeep.

Stiles scrambled to unlock the vehicle opening the door for you, and you couldn’t help the smirk on your lips as you noticed his shell shocked expression. He practically ran to the drivers side of the jeep, hopping in the seat before slamming the door, his gaze drifting to you as he turned the keys starting the jeep up surprisingly easily.

“My p-place or yours?” He asked nervously earning a chuckle from you.

“Mine.” You answered easily knowing you didn’t have roommates or parents living with you so you’d be free to do what you wanted without worrying someone would be home soon.

He nodded shakily, his face flushing as he started driving towards your home barely 10 minutes from Derek’s loft. You were starting to lose your nerve as silence of the drive took over you, your anxiety spiking as you glance at Stiles’ jittery fingers drumming on the steering wheel of the jeep.

“If you’ve changed you mind you can just drop me at home and leave Stiles.” You offered softly and he looked at you in panic.

“Do you not wanna do this?” He ask in worry.

“Stiles I want to do this.” You snorted and he nodded suddenly relaxing against his seat as he pulled up outside your apartment block.

“I really wanna do this.” Stiles confirmed, making you smile at him happily.

Stiles got out the vehicle before running around to yours, opening it and holding out his hand for you. You took his offered hand and stepped out of the jeep gracefully. Stiles locked up roscoe with a nod before allowing you to drag him inside the build straight to the elevator.

You got out at the 3rd floor making your way to you apartment pulling Stiles with you, who had yet to say a word. You were nervous but you ignored it in favour for the excited feeling you had for having finally gotten Stiles’ attention. He was always too concerned with Lydia to notice anyone else at least until Malia but when that ended you were to scared to tell him how you felt, scared of rejection from this beautiful man.

You opened your apartment door, letting go of Stiles hand allowing him to come in at his own pace. However the second you closed you door his lips were on your again with more confidence this time, his tongue wrapping around your as he dominated every inch of your mouth. You moaned into his mouth, the sound clearly pleasing him because he let gripped your hair, that was tangled in his longer fingers, tightly.

He pulled away, his lips wet and swollen as he stared down at you with a look you’d never seen on him and you could swear he looked hungry. Your cheeks flushed as his hands tugged at your hair so you were looking up at him, not allowing you to look away from him as he pinned your gaze.

“This dress is sinful Y/N.” Stiles whispered darkly against your lips.

“It’s amazing what makeup and a short dress can do.” You chuckled jokingly but instead of a laugh he frowned softly.

“Let me rephrase that. YOU look sinful in that dress.” Stiles growled uncharacteristically assertive, as he started backing you up towards your bedroom.

“I’m seeing all kind of sides of you tonight Mr Stilinski.” You giggled as you slipped out of your heels once you’d reached your room.

“You have no idea baby.” Stiles growled playfully as he grabbed your ass, squeezing both globes with his hands earning a gasp from you.

“Then educate me Mr Stilinski.” You moaned softly, grinding against him teasingly.

“Hands and knee’s baby.” Stiles instructed with a smirk and you raised your brow challengingly before doing what he asked, crawling onto your bed before looking back at him over your shoulder.

“Good girl.” Stiles praised as he got onto the bed behind you, his hands sliding up your bare legs as he went until he got to the hem of your dress. He paused for a few seconds however before you could check on him a hand came straight down onto your thinly covered ass cheek making you jump slightly at the confidence Stiles wash clearly holding right now.

“Fuck you feel so good…” Stiles groaned as he clutched your hips, grinding his jean covered cock against your ass. You felt like he had all the control which was making you uneasy so you pushed back grinding your ass against him teasingly.

“You gonna fuck me or should I kick you out and do it myself?” You said with fake confidence as you looked back at him in a challenging way and his eyes darkened as they narrowed at you.

“Well I was gonna be nice and take my time but clearly you’re too impatient, huh baby?” Stiles taunted seductively, his hands tugging your dress over your ass exposing the thong you had on and all you could do was moan in response.

His hand came down onto your lace covered ass earning a louder groan of pleasure from you, pushing your ass against him once again. He moved back a little on the bed making you look over your shoulder to see his stripping off his t-shirt leaving you to stare at him and you wouldn’t be surprised if you were drooling as your eyes flickered up and down his body.

“Fuck…” You moaned as he started pulling his cock out of his jeans.

“I intend to kitten.” Stiles chuckled darkly, a smirk taking over his face as he took out a condom from his back pocket.

He tore the packet open with his teeth before slipping the condom onto his rock hard length with slow movements clearly knowing him touching himself was effecting you. He suddenly pulled down your lace panties down your thighs and instead of his cock his tongue was on you in seconds.

“Sh-Shit! S-Stiles!” You moaned as his tongue pushed into your wet entrance.

“Mmm you taste good baby.” Stiles groaned against your fold earning another moan from you.

Your breathing was beginning to quicken as as tried to resist pushing your pussy against his face. Your hands gripped the cover as below you your moans growing louder the more the coil in your stomach built up. stomach started building with every lick and nibble.

“One of these days I’m gonna have to have you sit on my face and ride my tongue.” Stiles teased as he pulled away as you were about to cum.

You wanted to complain about him pulling away but his words stopped you. That meant he wanted this to happen again and the thought of that turned you on even more especially when the imagine of sitting on Stiles face popped into your head.

“P-Please…” You pleaded breathlessly.

“Please what baby?” Stiles taunted as his right hand slid down your spine, pushing your head into the bed roughly.

“Please fuck my pussy Stiles…I need your cock.” You moaned desperately against the covers beneath your face.

“Such a good girl for asking no nicely.” Stiles praised into you ear before pulling away.

You felt the tip of his cock brush against your entrance and before he could slowly enter you you pushed back onto him, taking his full length the stretch leaving a burn but you reviled in it. You heard Stiles curse behind you so you looked behind you to see his eyes closed in ecstasy and the sight made you clench around his member.

“Well here’s me thinking you were a good girl…looks like I’ll have to punish you.” Stile growled as he bent over you body, his lips brushing against your ear as his cock pushed into you as deep as he could go.

“Bad girl.” Stiles whispered and if that wasn’t the dirtiest two words you’d ever heard in your life you didn’t now what was.

It effected you that much you came around his cock and he lost it, pounding into you so suddenly you let out a scream from the over sensitivity but he kept mercilessly fucking into you. His cock was bigger than the very little amount you’d seen and it made you feel full to the brim. He pulled back again too watch you fall apart beneath him.

His thrust started getting more frantic as you felt him sweep up bigger inside of you, knowing he was close you started pushing back against his cock meeting his thrusts, your ass bouncing off his hips. His eyes never left your ass, almost like he was mesmerised but what shocked you more was when he stopped thrusting to watch you continue you fast harsh bouncing on your ass.

“Fuck…your ass looks so good…that’s it baby finish me off…maybe I’ll let you cum again.” He moaned huskily, his eyes never leaving your ass.

You moaned at his words but started practically twerking on his dick like you were a needy porn star and Stiles couldn’t get enough of it. You felt yourself building for the second time but you held back until you finish Stiles.

His moans and grunts of pleasure filled your dark bedroom as you worked to finish him off. This was the hottest sex you’d had and honestly even if this ended up casual you thought maybe it wouldn’t be that bad.

“Hey eyes on me kitten. I’m close…” He groaned demanding my and you obliged happily your y/e/c eyes boring into his amber ones.

“Cum for me Stiles…” You moaned dirtily as you sped up you hips, your eyes never leaving his as you did and then he threw his head back and let out the sexiest moan that sounded almost like a growl.

“F-Fuck.” He stuttered as he thrust into you desperately a few more times before coming to a stop.

When he started pulling out you figured that was it but suddenly he rolled you over and started eating your pussy like it was his favourite snack. Spreading your lips, he licked and sucked at your clit, making your legs shake as you came closer to your end.

Two of his fingers were thrust inside of you before you could even comprehend what was happening, curling up to press against that special spot. Your toes scrunched up and he starting moving his finger across that spot as he tongue sucked on your clit and you came with the loudest noise you ever made as you felt liquid literally gush out of you.

“Stiles! Fuck I’m still cumming!” You cried out as he continued thrusting and sucking.

“Shit…I was gonna finish you off and then cuddle but now I’m thinking I wanna do that again as you finally stopped cumming.

“Y-You’re gonna have t-to give me a minute Stiles.” You stuttered as you tried to stop you body twitching.

“Fuck I’ve n-never cum that hard in my life.” You whimpered your mind drifting.

“Baby you didn’t just cum you fucking squirted. I thought that shit only happened in porn. Yeah no can’t wait sorry babe.” Stiles exclaimed darkly as he delved back down and started back up his finger back inside of you rubbing at that spot all over again.

******

After two more times cumming Stiles fucked you again and it must’ve been about three in the morning when you finally both collapsed from exhaustion. He laid next you staring at the ceiling as you did the same, his breathing coming out in puffs of hot air.

“Best…” Stiles huffed out, his heart racing still.

“Sex…” He added his voice rough from the hours you’d spent in your bedroom.

“Ever…” He finished with a satisfied grin and you couldn’t help but laugh at him.

“Yes it was…very surprising considering I’m not a petite red head.” You joked and Stiles didn’t seem to like that because he frowned at you.

“I wanted YOU not HER. Otherwise I’d of shown HER my improved dancing skills however I didn’t I came to YOU. Because watching Bretts hands all over you was torture and if he wasn’t a giant meat head wolf I’d of punched him for touching you— He sat up to look down at you, showing you everything he was saying was the truth and you couldn’t believe what was happening…Stiles…the man you have wanted for so long…is confessing to you.

—I’ve liked you for a long time Y/N and I never made a move because I figured someone so sexy and full of sass would want someone like Derek Hale or Brett Talbot…a manly big man who can sling you around…not some skinny hyperactive boy that has little experience with girls and even less with women.” He stated seriously and you sat up to look him in the eyes.

“I like you too…I have for a while tonight was about either getting your attention or moving on for good…” You replied softly and his eyes widened.

“You had my attention already…I wish I’d said something sooner…” He whispered sadly and you shook your head.

“This was the perfect moment. We both felt ready enough to make those moves and we finally pulled our fingers out…well you did.” You jokes at the end and he started laughing as he pulled you into a kiss.

“You know people are gonna call you names if you’re seen with me…I’m a big girl Stiles…” You stated sadly as he pulled away.

“No you’re perfect. Plus real men like a little cushion for the pushing baby. Ask Hale he’s always staring at your ass, fucking just as creepy as his uncle sometimes.” Stiles snorted as his eyes narrowed at the mention of Derek.

“One, cushion for the pushing really? That saying is outdated and some people take offence and two, Derek? Really? Hmm strange I never noticed.” You mumbled sceptically.

“Yeah well if he does it again I’m gonna rip HIS throat out with MY lovely human teeth.” Stiles grumbled against your neck, nibbling on yours neck as if to prove it somehow and the though made you chuckle.

“So possessive MR Stilinski.” You gasped playfully.

“Damn right. You’re my woman.” Stiles growled before he started sucking on the skin under your ear.

“I like the sound of that…but you know what I like the sound of more?” You moaned softly.

“What’s that baby?” He asked, his voice full of dirty promises.

“The sound of you fucking me.” You purred seductively making Stiles jump into action. This night couldn’t of been more perfect.

Films and Stuff - Stiles Stilinski x McCall!Reader

Pairing: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Prompt: Honestly I’m struggling to write at the moment and this is the only one I felt good about it so that’s all.

Warning: SMUT! Dominant Stiles, dirty talking, small amounts of Google translate because I failed Spanish so sorry and I wanna say daddy kink but not really…I’m not giving your spoilers.

Description: You are Scott McCalls little sister and despite being only a year younger Scott had always been protective. So your feelings for Stiles couldn’t become known…well that’s what you had thought..

ENJOY!!!

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“Every time I wake up next to you I talk god, and I’m so damn grateful cos you make up for things I’m not, didn’t now I needed nothing till I needed you.” You sang as you slid over to the opposite side of the kitchen the grab the eggs wiggling your hips to the beat as you went.

You cracked the eggs as you popped your hips left to right in time to the song. You smiled happily as you whisked them into the milk and flour before spinning around and turning on the hob.

You continued cooking your pancakes as the song changed to Liar by Camila Cabello and you squealed happily as you started waving your hips like a true Latina. You knew Scott was at class and your mom was on the morning shift, she’d left not long before you came downstairs so no one would catch you dancing.

At least that what you had thought as you unashamedly as you practical did the most sexual tango you could do solo. You flipped your pancake as you started a body roll while singing.

“You’re watching, I feel it. I know I shouldn’t stare. I picture your hands on me.” You sang as you dragged your own body in. Seductive way, Stiles’ face flashed in your mind and you smiled to yourself.

“I think I wanna let it happened. But what if ya kiss me? and what if I like it? And no one sees it.” You spun around with your full plate of pancakes almost dropping them as soon as you spun around.

“Holy shit Stiles! What the hell!” You screamed with a flushed face.

“Alexa pause!” You squeaked weakly.

As soon as the music paused you put your plate on the kitchen side as you looked at Stiles awkwardly. His jaw was on the floor and he’d yet to say anything which was making you more nervous by the second.

“S-Sorry I thought no one was home. Scott said I could come get those books your dad dropped off for my FBI training.” He muttered awkwardly.

“O-Oh how long have you been there exactly?” You asked as your cheeks got hotter.

“Around the time you slut dropped.” Stiles answered, his lips twitching to hide his smile and you immediately started choking on thin air.

“Jesus Christ…I’m never gonna live this down.” You groaned into your hand.

“I intend to tell nobody about this, I can assure you of that. Consider it forgotten.” He muttered absently as his eyes flickered up and down your body with a look that made your heart start racing.

“How’s things going with Lydia?” You asked casually as he walked into the living room to grab the books he needed.

“We broke up.” Stiles stated casually like that was a normal thing to say after how many years they bounced around each other.

“What happened?” You asked with a sad frown despite the happiness you were actually feeling.

“We have a lot more differences than we originally thought…” He said vaguely making your frown turn into a skepticism glare.

“You guys have been bouncing around each other for years and your telling me the fact she love the notebook and you love star wars is a relationship breaker?” You scoffed sarcastically and suddenly Stiles straight up his glare ripping through you like a red hot knife.

“No most of the differences were in the bedroom and the break up was mutual.” Stiles snapped back, your eyes widening instantly.

“O-Oh…sorry I can’t imagine you could want anything Lydia wouldn’t do…I’d do anything for the boy I loved if he showed me an ounce of attention…” You muttered awkwardly as you avoided eye contact with said boy you were actually talking about.

“I didn’t know you even liked someone let alone loved…” Stiles muttered in confusion.

“I don’t advertise it like you did with Lydia. I prefer to keep my feelings to myself. Plus he’s off limits.” You pouted jokingly and Stiles laughed at your antics.

“He taken?” He asked with a raised brow.

“Nope not anymore.” You told him with a shy smile.

“He related to you?” He asked with frown this time.

“Ewww gross! No!” You screamed with a horrified face.

“Then I don’t get why he’s off limits.” Stiles asked with a shrug.

“He’s one of Scott’s friends. You know how he feels about his friend dating me.” You answered vaguely.

“Well anyone he’s close to is taken so I can’t imagine he’d mind if its just his human none pack friends.” Stiles stated so genuinely you actually thought it was cute how much he wanted you to be happy, but you knew it was because you were like his little sister not because you were someone he liked.

“Let’s just drop it.” You huffed shyly making Stiles frown sadly.

“No if I can help you I will. Maybe I should talk to Scott then he won’t be as harsh about it.” Stile offered and you rolled your eyes, your anger at him not leaving the subject alone evident.

“Stiles its not someone he would ever like me dating okay and this person doesn’t see me like that okay?” You sighed irritably as you shot him an exasperated look.

“Who is it?” Stiles asks blatantly and you freeze.

“I’m not telling you.” You gasped as you walked back int the kitchen to eat your now cold pancakes.

“I won’t tell Scott.” He reasoned with you.

“No.” You mumbled as you bit into a piece of pancake.

“Come on ju—”

“No way!” You interrupted him with a glare your heart racing angrily as you swallowed your prince of pancake.

“Why can’t you te—”

“It’s you!” You shouted angrily as you slammed you fork onto the kitchen side violently.

Stiles froze his eyes widening as his jaw dropped. You said nothing as you stared at him challenging him to say something to to encourage you now. However you knew he couldn’t because no matter how much you wished he felt the same, he never would.

You pushed away your food before walking towards the kitchen door with the intention of fleeing to your bedroom but before you could Stiles grabbed your wrist stopping you in your tracks.

“If you’re lying tell me now.” Stiles stated as he spun you around to look at him.

“Why would I lie?” You snapped but your anger was gone as soon a his lips were on yours.

His hands slid around your waist slowly as he pulled you closer, your chest pushing against his. You were suddenly very aware you were only wearing a cropped white tank top and a pair of cotton short shorts because when Stiles hands brushed against your bare skin you let out an involuntary moan.

“Don’t you sound pretty baby?” Stiles whispered darkly against your lips.

“God don’t do that…” You whined as your cheeks flushed.

“Don’t do what?” Stiles asked with a cheeky smile.

“Talk like that…” You whispered shyly, his brow raised curiously as his hands slid over your lower back, almost brushing your ass.

“You don’t like it?” He asked honestly and you felt your face get more red, which appeared to tell Stiles everything he need to know.

“I don’t think I’m gonna stop it. I think I’m gonna keep telling you how sexy you sound when you moan for me.” He groaned as he caged you against the kitchen counter.

His knee slipped between your legs pressing against your core causing you to let out another little moan which seemed to please Stiles. Your hand drifted down his clothed chest a little more confidently.

“I used to have dreams about this…about touching you like this.” Stiles informed you as he left little kisses down your neck.

“Me too…I still do, had one last night.” You whimpered as you ground down against his thigh.

“Tell me about it baby.” Stiles commanded as he nipped at your collarbone.

“You’re always so rough and dominant in my dreams…you pinned me to the bed and fucked me from behind as you left marks all over my shoulders and neck…when I woke up I was practically dry humping my covers.” You panted out breathlessly as he started marking your collarbone.

“Did you touch yourself thinking about me baby girl?” He teased with a smirk as his hands cupped your ass.

“I used a toy.” You purred seductively and Stiles’ eyes darkened immediately, his hands gripped your ass cheek hard than before.

“We need to go upstairs before I bend you over here and risk your brother coming home.” Stiles grumbled as he picked you up wrapping your legs around his waist before he started up the stares.

“Before we do anything I just want to check this is what you want. I would like to obviously take you on a date but right now I need you and I really hope the feelings mutual.” Stiles rambled as he enter your bedroom.

“I want this…need you Stiles.” You groaned in a needy way as he laid you on the bed.

“Okay baby I got you…gonna make you feel so good Y/N.” Stiles whispered reassuringly as the started lift your tank top up leaving your bare breast on display.

Stiles stared down at you like you were the most sexy woman he’d ever seen and it was making you feel so good. You tugged at his plaid shirt making him shed it before he took off his plain white t-shirt. You stared at his lightly hair covered chest as it led down to his thin line of hair straight to his jeans.

“Fuck you can not be hotter than my dreams that’s so not fair.” You whispered more to yourself but he heard it.

“Well you’re the only girl that ever called me hot.” Stiles informed you with a cute grin on his face.

“Well you are. Your eyes are the most beautiful whiskey colour I’ve ever seen, you face is so cute cover in freckles and moles I used to count them during pack meetings when you were too busy with Lydia or devising plans and your hands fuck…” You trailed out and he gave you a smirk before pushing his body and his lips against yours.

“You said earlier you’d do anything for me? That true baby?” Stiles groaned as he began kissing down your neck until he reach your breast.

“Mhmm anything.” You moaned softly as his mouth finally wrapped around your nipple, his tongue swirling around it firmly before pulling off with one last kiss.

“So good for me.” Stiles chuckled darkly as he hands slid down your stomach agonisingly slow.

You arched into his hand urging him to touch you where you needed it but he just let out a mischievous chuckle before placing a kiss on your lower stomach, near the elastic waistband of your shorts, almost making you launch upright in surprise but instead you settled for a gasp.

He didn’t say anything else but his hands started pulling down your shorts and you quickly remembered you had no panties underneath when Stiles let out the dirtiest groan you’d ever heard. He threw away your shorts without much care before his hands were on you knee’s slowly sliding up your thighs as he looked down at you in amazement.

“God I wanna lick you everywhere.” He groaned like it caused him psychical pain.

“Then do it.” You dared him, biting your lower lip in anticipation.

His eyes narrowed before he gripped your legs pulling you down towards him until you were face to face his breath tickling you lips as his breathing got shallow. You could feel your legs shaking with pure adrenalin its was hefty mix of desire and fear but the exhilarating kind.

“You’re shaking like a leaf baby.” Stiles teased as he moved toward your neck before biting down a little harder than you’d ever had but instead of pure pain like you should’ve felt all you could feel was yourself getting more wet.

“Please Stiles…” You pleaded as you grind you wet pussy against his jean clad dick.

“Fuck I wanna take my time but you’re making it very hard baby girl.” Stiles groaned against your neck.

“Fuck me Stiles please…we can take our time another day…need you Papi.” You purred into his ear before licking seductively around the shell of his ear causing him to shiver.

“Shit…it shouldn’t be that hot when you call me that.” Stiles growled before unbuttoning his jeans and pulling his extremely hard length out from his boxers.

“Es tan grueso, Papi.” You moaned out without even meaning to making Stiles’ hands clutched your hips in a bruising grip.

“What did you just say baby?” Stiles asked in a sickeningly sweet tone making your eye widen.

“It’s so thick, Papi.” You answered immediately and his eyes widened.

“How do you say I’m gonna fuck you until you only remember my name.” Stiles grinned sadistically before flipping you over onto you stomach and raised your ass into the air exposing you completely.

The new position was a little more revealing than your used to, but for some reason the fact that Stiles was looking at your dripping wet pussy with the darkest interest, it only seemed to turn you on further.

“You look so pretty like this Princessa…” Stiles teased, his voice huskier than before. The way Stiles said princessa made your pussy clench as you held in a moan.

Instead of anymore words you felt Stile brushing across your wet entrance with his index finger before plunging it without warning earning a loud and drawn out moan from you. You pushed onto his finger fucking yourself back into his finger.

He added another finger with a little more restriction this time but you pushed back on him enjoying the stretching sensation but before you could start pushing back onto his fingers, he chuckled teasingly and he pulled his fingers out making you whine pathetically into the bedding beneath your face.

“Such a needy bitch aren’t you baby?” Stiles whispered as if he was unsure how you would react like he was expecting you to lose your shit but when you nodded in agreement.

“Mhmm only for you.” You moaned as you wiggled your ass in a way to tempt him back.

“God you really are the perfect girl for me.” Stiles moaned huskily.

Stiles came closer, brushing his hard member against your entrance, so you try pushing back but Stiles’ hands on your hips keep you firmly in place, earning him a whine of frustration.

“Come on…fuck my little pussy Papi.” You moaned as you glanced over you shoulder to see him close his eyes as if trying to control himself so you decided to push him.

“Fuck me like the little slut I am.” You taunted and before you could prepare Stiles’ full length was thrust inside of you and you felt so stretched out.

“You’ve got a dirty little mouth on you baby girl.” Stiles panted breathlessly as you clung onto your hips with the same bruising grip.

“So wet and tight…feels like heaven lets see if you can see the stars from here.” Stiles chuckled playfully before he changed his angle and rammed straight into your g-spot which you yourself had yet to even find.

“Oh fuck!” You moaned into the bed as you tried to hide your moans, your vision blurring, but just when you thought Stiles couldn’t get anymore rough and dominant your s/l hair is pulled back by the firm grip of Stiles hand effectively lifting your head off the bed.

“Don’t hide those pretty sounds from me baby.” Stile growled in an almost animalistic way which you found more of a turn on than you thought you should.

Suddenly he was pounding into you at a punishing pace and all you could do was moan in pleasure and grip the sheets below you to ground you. You looked back at Stiles as he continued to pound into you at an almost inhumane speed, sweat was dripping down the side of his face as he let out husky groans and breathless moans.

It had to be the sexiest thing you’d ever seen at least thats what you had thought until his eyes glanced up to meet yours as he shot you smirk and without realising it had even built up, your pussy clenched around his rock hard length as you came, a loud almost pornographic moan escaping your lips.

“Sh-shit Stiles!” You screamed as Stiles slowed down releasing your hair before pulling you up so your uncovered back was resting against his bare chest as you both kneel in the middle on the bed.

“Good girl.” Stiles praised softly as he cupped your cheek from behind. He started picking up his pace again as he stared into your eyes you moaned at the sight, clenching around him tightly.

“Cum for me Papi.” You moaned against his lips as his hand wrapped around your throat lightly.

“Fuck Y/N!” Stiles growled loudly into your neck as his hand squeezed around your throat.

You felt his seed coat inside of you and the warm feeling it left was strangely pleasant. You sagged against Stiles letting him support your weight as you tried to come down from the high you were sailing but the second your eyes met Stiles’ you felt yourself back on cloud 9 for another reason.

“Hi.” You whispered softly as you looked at his lips then flickering back to his eyes.

“Scott gonna know what happened…unless we shower at least 3 times.” Stiles snorted and you frowned at him.

“You wanna keep this a secret?” You asked as you felt tears in his eyes.

Stiles immediately got of the bed and grabbed your big fluffy robe and wrapping you up in it as he tucked himself back into his jeans. He sat down in front of you, his eyes softening as he cupped your cheek.

“No that’s not what I meant baby. I just meant him finding out because he can smell that I dicked his little sister isn’t the best way…I wanna ask him if I can ask you out and go from there Y/N. I don’t wanna lose Scott he’s my brother but I also don’t want to miss the chance to be with you. I started feeling something for you last year after Lydia an I had been dating for about a month…You started seeing some guy and for some reason he bugged the shit out of me— He frowned at the memory but it was quickly replaced by a smile.

—That’s when I started being more dominant in the bedroom, now I think about it, it was probably the jealousy back then that triggered it but I just figured I was growing up and well…Lydia is a dominant woman so…it turns out we don’t match so much in the bedroom. We tried to ignore it because we’d been dancing around each other for years but then one night after an extremely long dinner with you, Scott, Melissa and my Dad, I sat down and told her how I felt and she started laughing…I thought I’d broke her— Stiles said with a laugh which made you smile at his description.

—But after that she told me she felt the same and we decided to call it quits. Only Scott and my Dad know but that’s because it was only recent so.” He finished with a shy smile that reminded you of the hyperactive innocent boy you had crushed on so deeply.

“You mean dinner last week?” You asked with wide eyes as you realised which dinner he had meant.

“Yep…That would be the one.” Stiles snorted as you nodded absently.

“Isn’t everyone going to think I’m the reason if we start dating straight away?” You gasped with a horrified look and Stiles frown as he scooped you up in his arms.

“No baby it’s going to be fine…It’ll be fine I promise.” He soothes gently as his had rubs your back up and down softly and call you crazy but you trust Stiles’ promise even if he can’t really control how others act.

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BANG!

SMASH!

You heard the sound from upstairs halting you in the midst of your makeup. You frowned before bolting downstairs only to see your brother growling at Stiles. You glanced at your mother and Chris with raised brows as they stared in shock.

“What the hell is going on?” You screamed into the room your mascara wand still in your hand which you cursed right now.

“Hey honey so Stiles here was just asking for Scott’s permission to ask you out?” Your mother raised her brow at you expecting you to explain.

“What happened to doing it at dinner?!” You screamed at Stiles and he spluttered to find a response but when you crossed you arms, your hips popping to the side he quickly shut up.

“Oh so this was just planned!? You’re already seeing her!?” Scott roared and Stiles flinched back a little and you were in front of the amber eyed boy immediately.

“If you touch him I will never speak to you again!” You snapped viciously as he recoiled a little with a sad frown.

“So what this pack has dated everyone within it! Scott you dated Allison, her dad is now seeing our mom…You’re dating Stiles’ first proper girlfriend he had? Has he punched you for that? He is your brother you trust him with your life, with my life and moms…why is this different?” You asked gently this time and his eyes widened at your words.

“But him and Lydia…they could reconnect…that kind of love doesn’t die.” Scott stated and you started laughing making Stiles raise a brow at you.

“Scott they both decided they weren’t compatible in certain areas okay just leave it at that.” You snorted as you looked down remembering the mascara wan in your hand.

“Like films and stuff?” Scott asked innocently tilting his head like the puppy he was.

“Yeah…films and stuff.” You giggled as you shot Stiles a wink making him smirk softly as he leaned in and ruffled your hair making you grunt irritably but your smile wouldn’t budge because this man was your everything. You even like the same films and stuff…