Teen Wolf Imagines

Stiles Imagine - My Turn

One of my friends requested I add more, in their words, "hot stuff" because apparently I write too much cute stuff. So if you're reading this T, I hope you choke on a Popsicle stick. Anyhow you can call me extra virgin olive oil bc same, so haha have fun with this. I'm counting on my knowledge from tumblr smut for this, so tumblr people, let's hope you know what you're doing.
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"Fuck this." You shouted as you threw your textbook across the room resulting in a loud crash as you knocked down half the crap on your dresser as well.

"Whoa there." Stiles held his hands up. "If you're gonna be fucking anything, it better be me.

You rolled your eyes before turning to face him. He sat across the room in one of the large beanbags in the corner, phone in his hands, looking at you with a sly expression on his face.

"Hah, you're all bark, no bite." You countered.

He huffed out a breath and you went to retrieve your text book from the floor. After a few minutes more of you going through your notes Stiles spoke up again.

"That's not true. I'm not all bark."

"Prove it then." You said without expression, your eyes never leaving the words in the book. Stiles got up from the beanbag, and walked in your direction. Curious of his intentions, you kept your eyes on the page, but stopped reading. Stiles sat down beside you on the bed, and gently leaned closer to you so that his lower lip brushed your earlobe as he spoke.

"I will." His voice came out low and sweet, an unexpected change of personality from the awkward, adorable Stiles he was most of the time. He began to whisper things in your ear. Terrible, terrible phrases you never would've imagined coming from his mouth. Stiles kept his hands on your arm, tracing ever so lightly up and down your bicep, leaving goosebumps trailing behind. He was teasing you, and oh it was working. You were growing restless, meanwhile Stiles was still behind you, lips barely grazing behind your ear, still whispering dirty things. He pressed closer to you until his lips were trailing butterfly kisses down the side of your neck, sometimes lingering in one place, where he'd leave a small bruise behind. With his arms, he turned your body to face his before placing a gentle kiss on your lips. The softness of your intimate moment was gone as soon as he'd done that. The two of you began to kiss with more passion, mouth on mouth, tongue against tongue. He pushed you down onto the mattress and a swung his leg over you, holding himself above you, breathing heavily. He paused.

"Well, what are you waiting for?"

He smirked before bringing his lips back to yours. He repeated his previous actions, gently tugging on the skin right above your collar bone. You let out a small moan.

"Stiles?"

"Yeah." He answered roughly, his voice low, lustful.

"Why do you still have on a shirt?"

He looked down at his chest, and back to you. "Good question." Pulling off his shirt, he gave you but a second to admire the muscle he'd been building up before leaning down to kiss you again.

"(Y/N)?" The sound of your little sibling came from outside the door.

"Shit fuck dicks." Stiles cursed under his breath as he pulled his shirt back on.

"Yeah, hold on, give me a sex, uh, sec." You mentally face palmed at your slip up. Stiles jumped off the bed as you quickly readjusted the sheets and ran through your hair with your hands. Opening the door you lovingly greeted your younger brother with a, "What do you want?"

He rolled his eyes. "I just got back from a friend's, just wanted to tell you that mom said she'd be home a little late. And stiles," He looked over at Stiles, "your shirt's inside out." He winked before leaving the room.

"Well then.." Stiles pulled off his shirt and flipped it inside out. Before he could put it back on however, you stopped him.

"Wait."

He gave you a questioning eye. "What?"

"Didn't you hear? My parents won't be back for a while."

Stiles tilted his head lightly, still not understanding. You sighed, took his hand, and pushed him back onto the bed.

"My turn." You said, grinning.

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Oh gosh I'm cringing so hard. That was the worst piece of crap I have ever written in my life oh godh.