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You sat at your desk on Sunday night tapping your fingers nervously on the wood, trying to focus on whatever was on the screen in front of you.
Stiles: at baggage claim, will be there in about 20 minutes
You were out of your chair so quickly you were worried you'd wake up anyone in the surrounding rooms with the loud noise the piece of furniture made scraping across the linoleum floor. You were pacing back and forth again, phone in hand rereading his text over and over. Then, you were scurrying into the bathroom to get ready, well, more or less ready, for this late hour. You looked at your room from all different angles to make sure everything was in its right place, your nerves rising with every passing minute.
Were you even wearing the right thing? Sure your pajama pants - college-shirt combo was comfy but it didn't necessarily scream sex-appeal. At least you'd put on a matching set of underwear that made you feel a little more put together, and to be honest, that was supposed to be the most important part anyway, right? If he still wanted you in that way, that was. Oh, god, what if he'd changed his mind? You took a deep breath trying to calm yourself down.
Fortunately or unfortunately, depending on how you viewed it, before you had any more time to overthink, your phone pinged with a new notification from your favorite former Beacon Hills resident.
Stiles: here :)
You took another shaky breath, your hands getting clammy, as you grabbed the key card and practically flew out of your room, your heart pitter-pattering to the sound of your brisk walk.
You could see his silhouette fidgeting behind the glass door in the dim light of this November evening and you were relieved to see that he was nervous, too.
"Hi," you said with a shy smile as as you opened the door for him.
"Hi," he said quietly back, an equally tentative smile playing on his lips as he looked into your eyes and he walked past you into the hallway of your hall with the flickering fluorescent ceiling lights, already busy taking off his winter coat while trying to hold onto his backpack.
"How's your dad?" you asked as he stopped to detangle himself from the backpack-jacket situation and he filled you in on the happenings in Beacon Hills, following you upstairs to your dorm room as some of the tension between you faded.
You felt more nervous again, though, when you caught him staring at you. Maybe the pajama hadn't been the right choice, you thought, fidgeting with the band of your shorts, tying and untying it and biting your lip before you finally unlocked the door.
"You wanna watch Star Wars?" you asked with a little waver in your voice, both of you walking into your relatively small dorm, and as you looked up at him, you hoped he hadn't noticed your uncertainty.
But then he raised his soft, whiskey colored eyes from looking at your choice in clothing up to meet yours. He had never looked at you in this way before and it nearly made your heart stop.
Stiles smiled at you replying, "I'd like that a lot."
You returned his smile, finally closing the door to your room behind you. The moment you turned back around to him he had moved so much closer than you'd expected, caging you in against the door, one hand on either side of your hips, and absentmindedly licking his lips. Stiles looked down at your lips before meeting your eyes again as you tried to level your breathing. You could smell the faint scent of his cologne, cedar and something warm but sweet, when he leaned down gauging your reaction with raised eyebrows and slightly parted lips, and you were already beginning to close your eyes in anticipation as you could feel his breath fan over your face.
Frustratingly enough, though, Stiles took his time. You opened your eyes again, reaching your hands out to wind them into the hair at the nape of his neck. You didn't comment on the way you could see the goosebumps on his arms and his breath hitched when you leaned up to finally close the distance between the two of you.
This was what it was supposed to feel like. As your lips moved together in harmony and Stiles' warm, big hands gently grabbed your waist to pull you in even closer, you sighed in relief, the anxiety that you had been plagued by for most of the weekend finally leaving your body to make space for axhiliration and anticipation. Stiles felt like home, like you had done this uncountable times before. Comfy, familiar, but exciting; perfect.
You couldn't believe you were able to just do this now when you'd spent literal years wondering what it would feel like to get to kiss him and it was better than you'd ever imagined.
Your lips parted from his and he quietly asked, "So, Star Wars?" with a goofy smile and you nodded, trying to find your words.
"Do you want to sleep over?" you tentatively asked.
Stiles looked at you for only a second, but long enough to make you nervous again.
You began to ramble, "We don't need to do anything, I just thought that it's already pretty late and if we watch more than one movie, we'll probably fall asleep to it, so -"
A quick kiss shut you up. Stiles leaned back to observe your reaction, "Sounds good," he replied with a smile that calmed you slightly, "I'm gonna get changed into my PJs, too," he added. Stiles looked up at you once, trying to figure out what exactly it was that had your mind racing like that, as he kneeled down to fish his clothes out of his small backpack and came back up to stand in front of you. "Relax," he said, "same thing goes for you. Nothing has to happen tonight. I already like you," Stiles reassured you and kissed your cheek briefly before disappearing into your bathroom.
Your shoulders dropped as some of the tension left your body.
In the time he took to get ready for your sleepover, you prepared your room, turning on the fairy lights you had bought your freshman year so that you may never have to use the evil and nearly blinding ceiling light. You put popcorn in the microwave putting the timer on the exact time it would take to pop the most popcorn kernels without burning, to not wake up the rest of the residents of South Hall like that time someone burned rice your sophomore year. You also gathered as many pillows and blankets as you could fit on the bed and set up the TV.
Stiles was so quiet when he walked back into your room as you fiddled with the remote, you could barely keep yourself from yelping out in surprise as he touched your shoulder.
You turned around gasping as he caught your lips in another soft kiss, parting with a smile. You probably wouldn't get tired of finally getting to do that for a long time, if ever. You snorted in amusement when you looked down to examine his choice of sleepwear. He stood in front of you, clad in a Star Wars t-shirt and red-checkered pajama pants.
"This is a coincidence, I swear," Stiles mumbled, grinning softly and you rolled your eyes replying, "sure. This is just proof that you have indoctrinated me."
He gave you this look again, though, and you bit your lip trying not to think too hard about all of this again. The idea of Stiles being just as infatuated with you as you were with him was a new thing to get used to and it made you feel weak in the knees.
The microwave beeped, relieving you for a moment from these nerves circulating through you, somehow making you feel hot and cold simultaneously at the tiniest indication that Stiles was looking at you. No matter what he said, no matter that rationally , you knew this wasn't that big of a deal, your body wouldn't comply and finally stop with the jitters.
Stiles went and took the popcorn out, motioning for you to sit down on the bed already and you followed suit.
"Do you want a blanket?" He asked quietly as he put the snack bowl next to you on the bed. You watched him as he pulled your favorite blanket out of the mountain of pillows and blankets you had thrown onto the bed. There was something so comfortably domestic about the certainty he had with knowing you that you'd never previously felt before with the people you'd liked. Of course there was with Stiles, you'd been friends with him for forever and he had already spent countless days and nights getting to know you, in any room you claimed as yours, watching movies. And yet...
Stiles smiled at you as he pulled the wonderfully fluffy blanket over your lap, his smile softening. He paused, taking you in and whispered, "you're so pretty," and sat down next to you, looking like he wasn't really expecting it when you extended the fabric over to him and leaned against his shoulder, able to hear his quickly pacing heart as he swallowed. You pressed the play button on the remote.
"Do you want to go to that cafe down the street for breakfast tomorrow morning?" Stiles asked when the beginning credits he'd made you watch so many times before started to roll. He pressed a kiss crown of your head that made your stomach flutter.
"That would be nice, Sti."
"Just to eliminate confusion;" his arms tightened slightly around your shoulders, "I am asking you out on a date."
You smiled up at him, "and I accept your request," you said before turning your body to face his, pressing another quick kiss to his lips.
At least that was the idea.
But he felt so nice and comfortable and right, he drew you in like your favorite hot drink after you spent all day in the snow. And he smelled like Stiles and he was soft and so warm, just him. So you leaned in more as Stiles' hands came up to gently brush across your cheeks and you deepened the kiss, letting your hands rest on his built shoulders.
You didn't lean far away from his mouth when the kiss ended, your slightly swollen lips still brushing his as you quietly admitted, "you feel like home, Stiles."
You could feel him smiling into your next kiss, reciprocating the gesture you discarded your blanket when his hands gripped your waist.
"I'm not going to lie, I was worried for the entire weekend that you only wanted me for my body," he joked, "good to know that that's apparently not the case."
You smirked up at him. "Well," you drew the word out, raising your eyebrows in playful contemplation and Stiles' smile grew as he leaned in to steal another quick kiss from you. You shook your head with a smile and rolled your eyes. Your hands cautiously moved to the base of his neck and you told him, "No way. Now that I know, there's no one I'd rather be with in whatever way you'll have me. Your body's just a perk."
Stiles snorted and nodded, his thumbs drawing circles on top of the thin layer of fabric of your shirt that separated his skin from yours, "good," he said, "because now that I know, I'm not letting you go anytime soon."
You stared at his dark eyes in contemplation for another moment. Then, you lurched forward, wanting to engage him in another heated kiss that would turn your world upside down, practically throwing yourself into his lap. Stiles was barely able to catch both you and the popcorn bowl next to you threatening to topple over, placing it on top of the microwave to keep it safe.
Then, he grabbed your hips and pulled you closer into his lap, taking you in before he kissed you slowly, relaxed, as if you had all the time in the world.
Your hands grabbed onto his shirt, pulling him even closer, not leaving a single millimeter between your bodies as you deepened the kiss, the heat between you growing as one of Stiles' hands reached for your jaw, angling your chin up to him.
Your lips parted and you let your hands wander across his torso, his voice raspy when he quietly told you, "I didn't think it could get better than facetime sex, but this is already so much better."
"So you're saying I'm bad at facetime sex?" you joked.
"No, no," Stiles scrambled to defend himself and you pulled his shirt over his head to chuck it in some corner, not being able to control yourself anymore after years of not getting to do this. You took a deep breath when you saw the real deal so close in front of you; those years of Lacrosse had really done him good, you thought, stealing another kiss.
"Just, this," he whispered against your lips, "you right in front of me and being able to touch you makes it feel more real. Like, you actually want me," Stiles panted and you giggled as you connected your lips again.
"I do," you agreed. Your eyes shot up to his and you were impressed when his eyes barely left yours as you pulled your own sleepshirt over your head and you tried to ignore the heat you felt in your face. "For the record," you said, taking your sleep shorts off as well, leaving you only in your panties, and you didn't miss the way Stiles' eyes finally wandered hungrily over your exposed skin. "I really want you," you concluded, leaning forward once more to catch his lips with yours and you sat back down in his lap, Stiles' hands immediately holding on to your waist.
You could feel his deliciously hard bulge underneath you when you adjusted your positioned in his lap and you arched your back with a soft sigh and told him, "I really want you to fuck me, Stiles."
He opened his eyes to meet yours in question. Apparently, he found in them what he was looking for. With more ease than you would have accredited him, Stiles flipped you over, your back flat on the mattress, your head meeting the pillow, and he rolled his hips against your in a fluid motion, your eyes rolling back in your head.
You were positive you let out the filthiest moan you'd ever heard from yourself. You could barely see the brown in his eyes anymore when you looked up at them, but they twinkled so beautifully in the room illuminated only by your fairy lights.
Your fingers scratched down the smooth skin of Stiles' back and he moaned in the back of his throat.
"I," he begins, kissing down your neck and across the swell of your breasts before he looks up at you, "love these," he concludes, cupping your tits.
Your hands wandered down to the strings of his pajama pants tentatively, but they were quickly stopped by Stiles' own.
"Now that I have you right in front of me instead of on a phone screen," he told you, "I'm gonna take my time with you."
His breath fanned over your sensitive nipples and the moment you wanted to lift your hands again, Stiles had pressed them down into the mattress next to you with a chuckle, shaking his head softly at you before moving down your body so his torso found purchase in between your legs, his head suddenly so close to your core, you had difficulty remembering how to breathe.
Stiles pushed your panties down your legs, meeting your eyes for only one second before pushing your wrists into the mattress again, looking at your wet pussy, making you squirm with need. The anticipation was killing you.
"I want to taste you, babe," he said and your hips bucked up slightly and impatiently feeling hotness pool in your stomach from only his words and the anticipation of finally feeling him.
"Do you want me to?" he asked, his voice sounding strained.
"Please, Stiles," you panted, clenching your hands into fists.
He placed a kiss on your inner thigh, so close to your core just to torture you, you were sure.
Then he nipped closer to where you wanted him and you whined. "Just - do it, Stiles, please, I need you," you begged.
"Where's the fun in that?" he chuckled, "I've been thinking about this all weekend, I'm gonna make it last."
You threw your head back in frustration, your fingers immediately sinking into his hair and gripping it roughly making him gasp, when he finally let go of your wrists in order to you push your thighs farther apart. You yanked on the strands of his hair once to try and direct his face (and more importantly his mouth) to where you wanted him most, receiving a not so light slap on the delicate skin of your inner thigh that made you gasp in pleasure.
"Your going to have to learn to be a little more patient for me, babe." Stiles' voice sounded gravelly but you were mostly concentrating on the fact that his head was retreating rather than moving closer to your heated core.
Then he lowered his head again to trail another line of kisses along your inner thigh meeting your gaze for a moment and you groaned in frustration.
The look he gave you upon the noises you were making should be a federal offense and the sight of him between your thighs was absolutely sinful. This was really happening, after countless times you'd imagined what it would be like, nothing came close. And then his lips drew up into a primal grin that you'd never seen on him before, and he whispered, "beg me for it again and I just might comply."
You huffed in annoyance before following suit, begging as if your life depended on it, "please," you gasped, another kiss placed on the sensitive skin next to your core, "Pretty please, Sti, I want to cum so bad."
"Good girl," he praised caressing your inner thigh lovingly, "your wish is my command."
Finally, he pressed a kiss against your clit. You gasped in pleasure at finally being able to feel his touch on you, as he opened his mouth to let his tongue explore your folds and lap up your juices.
Stiles' hands pushed your thighs even father apart when you absentmindedly tried to clench them together, arching your back at the feeling of having him suck harshly on your clit.
You could feel his grin against you as he laid his arm on top of your lower stomach when your hips tried to buck up in pleasure again and he rasped, "you've gotta stay still if you want to cum, babe. And you've gotta let me hear you, too. You want to be good for me don't you? Wanna be my good girl?"
You replied with a frustrated groan and Stiles lowered his mouth to your pussy again as the cries fell freely from your lips.
Soon though, you could feel the fingers of his right hand wander further and further down until Stiles' index finger entered you slowly, only beginning to thrust in and out of you shallowly and much more slowly than you would have liked. If Stiles kept teasing you like this you were going to explode.
"Please go faster, please," you begged, whining, and as if he had waited for exactly that, Stiles began to swirl his tongue around your clit with more ferocity and in harsher circles before letting his teeth graze it, entering a second finger into your heat and beginning to pick up the pace, hitting your g-spot for the first time. That was exactly when your world exploded and your pussy clamped down on his long fingers, your body writhing underneath him as you screamed his name.
You were panting hard, barely able to catch your breath as you calmed down from the high. You yanked Stiles up to you to capture his lips in a heated kiss, pressing your body against his. Your hands quickly grabbed for his pajama pants, pulling them down so quickly, Stiles barely had time to register it before stepping out of the pant legs.
He was coming back onto the bed to kneel in front of you, in between your legs, in nothing but his blue boxers with an obvious bulge and a slightly wet patch that had you absentmindedly biting down on your lip in anticipation.
You licked your lips, looking back up into his beautiful eyes as you let your palm wander over his clothed cock, the warmth and weight of it making you whimper.
You dragged his boxers down slowly, finally being able to see him with your own two eyes in 4k, the camera hadn't done it justice. He was heavy and long, easily the prettiest cock you'd ever seen, the tip reddened and glistening with a drop of precum that you swiped off with your thumb. You locked eyes with Stiles when you put your thumb in your mouth to taste the salt and bitterness of his precum, sucking lightly. You tried to suppress your chuckle when he threw his head back and groaned lowly at the image in front of him.
You licked your hand in preparation and Stiles moaned, even more so when your palm finally made contact with the length of his cock. You got to jerk him exactly three times, swiping your thumb over the head of his cock before Stiles told you with ragged breath, "please stop, babe, I want be inside you."
You nodded frantically, "yes, please, I want to feel you so bad, Stiles," you replied clenching your thighs before Stiles pushed them open again, pleasure surging through you as you felt his short nails dig into the sensitive skin.
Slowly, he laid down on top of you and he rolled his hips against yours, his cock brushing through your folds and hitting your clit. Stiles placed a sweet, long kiss on your lips one of his hands coming up to draw soothing circles on your hips.
"Are you -"
"I'm sure," you replied immediately, leaning in to give him another short kiss.
Stiles nodded smiling, "good. Do you have -"
"I'm on birth control," you reassured and he chuckled at the way you knew what he wanted to say.
"Please Sti," you asked, raising your hips to direct the tip of his cock closer to your entrance, closing your eyes for a moment as you felt the heat of his head in your wet entrance.
Stiles moaned and finally he complied without teasing you. You could feel his thick, veiny cock slowly stretch out the walls of your pussy, taking his time and breathing heavily, until he was bottoming out in you. You dug your nails into his broad back trying to ground yourself in this moment, making him groan.
"I never want to do anything but this ever again," you moaned at the way he was filling you so perfectly.
Stiles nodded in agreement. "You feel so good," he sighed, letting his head fall onto the juncture between your shoulder and your neck.
He placed a kiss against your skin there and you smiled. Stiles' hands gripped your waist as he slowly began moving inside of you, the drag already making you unable to think clear. You arched your back at the drag of his hard cock inside you and linked your legs together beneath his ass, getting him to reach even deeper within you.
"Go faster," you demanded short of breath, grabbing one of his hands and intertwining it with yours in order to be able to hold on to something.
Stiles picked up the pace, letting out the most lewd moan you'd ever heard as he began to pound into you in harsh, quick thrusts. The hand that held onto your hips travelled in between your bodies to roughly circle your throbbing clit making you cry out and you gripped the hand joined with yours so tightly you wouldn't have been surprised if you'd sprained it.
"God, you're so tight," Stiles groaned, "so good for me" he sighed, placing another kiss on your neck and driving into you even harder.
You reciprocated the action, screaming his name so loud your voice cracked as he hit that spot inside you just right over and over again making you go crazy, clenching around him, heat pooling inside your core. You were so close.
His eyes met yours for a brief second before he pinched your swollen clit lightly and you came, walls fluttering around his cock, your body jerking uncontrollably underneath him, sending him over the edge as well. You could feel him spilling himself into you with a sensual cry.
You loved the way you could feel him spurt inside you, fucking his cum deeper into you still, his hips stuttering, until both of you calmed down and stilled in each others arms, his head resting on your chest.
Stiles looked up at you with those big brown eyes, his hair all messy from sex and you had never seen anything as beautiful as him. He smiled and leaned up to place a long, lascivious kiss on your lips making your stomach flutter again.
You leant back against your pillow in contentment and Stiles flopped onto his own back to not suffocate you with his weight. Not even having caught his breath yet really, he pulled you into his chest, wrapping his arms around you, telling you, "I think I've been in love with you since forever," while Star Wars quietly kept playing in the background as you fell asleep on Stiles Stilinski's chest with a soft smile.