🛑WARNINGS🛑: pet names, smut with plot, unprotected sex (please use protection!!), kinda bad at...i'm out of practice, fingering, titty sucking, biting, arguing, bit of angst with a happy ending, enemies to lovers, cursing.
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Stiles and I never got along. When Lydia had first introduced me to the group, everyone was super nice and inviting, everyone except for Stiles. I don't know why he didn't like me and when I asked him his replies would always be something in the line of, "because of your bratty attitute." Or "because you never stop talking and your voice is annoying."
His shitty replies as to why he didn't like me didn't really bother me at first, but after a year of being in their group, he still didn't seem to warm up to me and that's when his inability to like me started to take affect, but I would rather die than let it show.
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"Maybe if you could stop screwing around for one minute and actually help, we could finish in time." Stiles remarked
"What the hell do you think i've been doing? Besides, if I remember this clearly, I had to stay up untill early this morning doing the report part of our project, because you were to busy helping Scott not go all Werewolf crazy, so I think i've done more than just my part."
"Let's just hope your part is correct, otherwise we're both failing."
"Are you doubting my intellectual abilities?" I asked in a hushed voice while leaning closer to him, this fight had nothing to do with the rest of the class room.
"Well it's not like you have any." I snapped back, a smirk playing on his lips
"You're an ass." Rolling my eyes, I put my focus back on the project at hand. This school day needs to finish as soon as possible.
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When the last bell for the day finally rang, I said by goodbyes and booked it to my car. All I want to is to go home and spend the rest of my night in my room doing nothing.
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"Hey y/n, are you busy?" Lydia asked me over the phone. "Hi, not at all, why'd you ask?"
"Good. I'm on my way to your place, I'm picking you up and then we're going to Scott's place, he said he needed us to help with someting."
"Okay, sounds good. See you in a bit." 'Well there goes my plan to do nothing for the night.' I mumble to myself as I got up to get ready.
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"Why do I have to go with him? He's your best friend." I asked, irritation laced in my voice. Scott wanted me and Stiles to go to his dad's office and steal a case file, while Lydia and Kira go to the hospital to get information on a patient that was there, and Scott is going with Liam to Derek's place to talk and figure some shit out, I kinda spaced out here and there.
"I know, but I have to go to Derek's place and Stiles my need a little help getting the file and you're good with thinking on your feet." He said, switching his gaze between me and Stiles.
"The only thing she's gonna do, is mess things up."
"Too bad, the two of you are stuck together and we're running out of time. So lets go." Scott replied, hurrying us all out the door.
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I reluctantly got into his Jeep. The drive over there was quiet for the most part, except for a few snarkey comments here and there.
While Stiles searched fot the file, I did my absolute best to distract the officers, even if it meant showing a little cleavage. Stiles managed to grab the file without alerting anyone, so we were back in the Jeep and on our way to Derek's place before we knew it.
On our way there however, the car suddenly stopped on a deserted road. Just our luck.
"Shit." Stiles muttered. He leaned over and opend the glove box, grabbing a roll of duck tape before making his way out the car. I followed his actions.
"Get back in the car, Y/N."
"Don't tell me what to do." I walked closer to him, watching him closely as he tried to figure out what was wrong. While inspecting his car, he accidentally burnt his hand, when he touched the hot engine.
"Fuck sake." Stiles hissed as he checked his hand, checking to see how bad he burnt himself. It luckily wasn't that bad.
I couldn't help but laugh at the stupidity. "You're a bitch, you know that?" "So i've been told, many times by you." I smiled.
There was a moment of silence before I broke it.
"My eyes are up here, Stillinski. Always a charmer, Stiles."
"Just focus on the car." Stiles said, rolling his eyes at me before focusing his attention back on the car.
"So you're gonna act like I didn't just catch you staring at my boobs?"
"Grow up Y/N"
"Right, sure." I said mockingly.
"Drop the attitude Y/N." Stiles said as he turned to face me.
"How about I drop to my knees instead?" The words left my mouth before I could even think to stop them. Shocking me as much as they did Stiles.
The both of us just stood there. Staring at each other wide eyed, waiting for the other to say or do something. So I decided, screw it. I lunged forward, grabbed him and kissed him. His hand instantly tangled in my hair while the other pressed against my back, pulling me closer to him. I pulled back, staring at him in anticipation and shock.
"Why'd you do that?"
"I saw my chance and I took it, because if I'm being completely honest, since we met, all i've ever wanted to do was kiss you." With that, he pulled away, shut the Jeep's bonnet and within seconds, he had me on top of it, kissing me like a man that's been starved for decades.
My legs wrapped aroud his waist, pulling myself closer to him, my hands were in his hair, pulling, scratching. His hands moved underneath my dress, moving upwards until they rested on my hips, Stiles pulled me closer, making sure my body is as close to him as possible.
"I need you, Stiles. Please." I spoke, breathlessly. He looked at me, hands coming out from underneath my dress, finding their way to my face. "Do you want this?" "Yes." "Tell me to stop at any point and will." "Okay." I smiled at him.
With that, he crashed his lips against mine once again. He lifted me off the bonnet, my legs wrapped around him when he did. Stiles walked us back to the passenger side of his car, opening the door before putting me down. I waited for him to get seated before climbing on top of him and closing the door.
His mouth was all over me, his hands explored my body, leaving burning trails all over me. This is wrong, we shouldn't be doing this, but how can something so bad feel so damn good?
His scent intoxicated me, the warmth of his body surrounded me. I've never needed anyone more than I need him.
The agonizing months of dreaming about him, of creating fantasies in my mind about all the things he could do to me, touching myself to the thought of him.
It all led up to this moment, even the snarky remarks and brutal comments that we've made about each other, it didn't matter in this moment.
All that mattered was him, the feeling of him, the smell of him, the way he's touching me and whispering in my ear, telling me how good I feel, while he leaves marks all over my body. This man will be the death of me.
Stiles lifted up my dress, his hand trailing up my thigh until it reached the soaking spot between them. His fingers tracing light circles on my covered core.
"God, please Stiles." I moaned, my nails digging into his shoulders. "So fucking wet princess, been thinking about me for a while?" He asked, his finger moving my panties to the side before dragging a single finger through my folds. "Can you blame me?" I smiled, kissing his neck.
"How long have you been thinking about me?" He asked, curiosity laced in his breathless voice.
"Since the first time I saw you. I tried to stop, but you just kept consuming my mind." I whispered. Pulling back, I sat up to look at him. His hand was still between my thighs, his finger teasing my entrance.
Stiles stared up at me, his free hand came up to my face, his thumb brushing over my cheeks.
Stiles didn't say anything and he never broke eye contact. Two fingers suddenly entered me. I gasped as my hands grasped Stile's shirt.
His fingeres moved in and out of me slowly. This feels intimate, ironic given our current situation.
I leaned down, my lips connecting with Stile's. Things were moving slower now. Not as rushed as it was a few minutes ago.
My hands let go of his shirt, slowly trailing down until I reached his jeans, unbuttoning them. Stiles pulled his fingeres out of me, helping me lower his pants aswell as his boxers, before grabbing the back of my head and kissing me again.
I grabbed his dick, stroking it a few times before lifting myself up, "Are you sure about this?" I asked. I need to make sure he wants this as much as I do.
"Absolutely. Are you sure?" "Yes." A moment passed between us, staring into each others eyes as I sunk down on him.
Stiles let out a shaky breath, his head falling back, my lips instantly connected with his neck, biting and sucking marks wherever I could. His hands slid up my thighs all the way to my waist, helping me ride him.
"God," I breathed out, "feels so good."
I leaned back, moving up and down on him. My hands slid underneath the straps of my bra and dress, sliding them down my arms, my tits bouncing free. Stiles pushed my back forward, his mouth wrapping around my nipple.
"Fuck princess, never felt anything so good." Stiles whimpered, nails digging into my skin. "Not gonna last long."
"Come for me. Come inside me, please." I moaned. "Jesus Y/N, you really are a little whore." I let out a breathless laugh, looking down at him only to see him smiling at me.
"Something tells me that's the one thing you actually like about me." "That's not the only thing."
Something about that sentence made the rope snap. I came harder than i've ever came before. Squeezing my eyes shut, gripping onto Stiles for dear life as my whole body shook. Stiles was soon to follow, spilling inside of me, moaning my name as he did.
We sat in this position for a few minutes. My face buried in the crook of his neck, his arms wrapped around me, holding me against him.
"Stiles?"
"Mhm?"
"Why do you hate me?" My voice was barely above a whisper.
"I don't hate you. I just didn't like you when we met, but after a few months the all resentment faded, but it just felt too late to be nice to you, so I just kept being rude. It was easier than explaining the suddend change it heart." Stiles explained.
"Why did you resent me?" I sat up when I asked the question, looking into his eyes.
"I just didn't like the sudden change and I didn't want to let anyone new in, especially not after Allison. She was a close friend and she died. It was hard enough to let Kira in, so letting you in was just something I didn't want to do, but my god you're persistent, you broke my walls down and now...I don't want to lose you." Stiles spoke in a soft voice.
"Thank you for letting me in and thank you for opening up to me." "I like you Y/N and I'm sorry for everything, I should've spoke to you sooner." "I really like you too Stiles, i'm sorry too."
Stiles and I talked things out for a little while longer before we got dressed again. Stiles made his way to the driver's side, turning the key and luckily the car started.
We're goinna have a lot of explaing to do once we arrive at Derek's place...
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HI,
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