Last Seen Blogs
uhleeyaharchive
sippin' cuervo with no chaser
terryvortex
terry✌
i-did-it-all-for-the-nookie
☣︎ ☣︎ ☣︎
attackoftheyeti
Personal Injury Attorney Savannah
lesendglauben
Unbetitelt
Text
You guys im addicted to elder scrolls online 😣😣
1 note
·
View note
Note
i litr cannot stop imagining reader and bestfriend!stiles getting so incredibly high and they’re just so horny and suddenly it’s like they can’t keep their hands (and mouths) off of each other but they’re just friends helping a friends out right :)) and it’s just cute and fluffy smut
. • °🍃✧༺ 17+ smut below cut!
it happens too quickly — shared laughter somehow morphing into quiet gasps and hurried touches.
you can feel him wrap around your whole body, when in reality his rough hands are only gripping your hips over the fabric of your skirt, fingers pressing to the dimples at the base of your spine, slipping under the fabric of your sweater.
you blink at him, oblivious to the mascara smugged beneath your lashline, and the glitter that has fallen from the paper mache butterflys above your worn out couch, dusting across your face in such a perfect way that stiles swears you can’t be real.
this is very real though – and you become all too aware of that when you feel the stiff length of his cock grow against your core. It makes you stop, nervous fingers hovering above broad shoulders, hot breath stuttering across chapped lips.
Big, sparkling brown eyes, fluffy brown hair — you can’t keep looking at him in this light, it’s creating a pounding at the back of your skull, wincing as you create space between your bodies.
“are you okay?” stiles questions, warily scanning your features, calloused hands massaging the meat of your hips, squeezing in gentle reassurance. you nod silently, but can tell he doesn’t buy it.
pressing your mouth into a thin line, you fiddle with the buttons of his plaid shirt “it’s just- we’re best friends” you blink, drying eyes forcing you to squint at his expression.
his hands glide down your hips, passing over the front of your skirt, past the hem to your knees, fingers slipping past the fabric – creeping it up your thighs, watching you through his lashes, red eyes turned glassy.
“friends, help other friends out” he smiles, thumbs ghosting against the hem of your panties.
that’s all your intoxicated mind needs to lean into his embrace and join your lips once again, moaning into his mouth, licking over his tongue, giggling at the faint taste of fruit loops and strawberry milk, shifting your hips to mesh against his, grinding your heat against his crotch. stiles pistons his hips upwards, pressing his cock right against your clit through the lace of your damp panties, you wrap your arms around his shoulders, grinding against him with more force, lips parting in a desperate pant.
“that feel good?” stiles husks, gently cooing at your slurred response, sweet expression a contrast to the pleasure building between your thighs.
you fist the fabric of his shirt, mewling when his fingers tangle in the hair at the nape of your neck, tugging on the strands gently, forcing you to look at him “you gonna cum? right here, like this?” his words carry a condescending tone, one that makes your pussy ache with need, despite the endless stream of pleasure that comes from humping over his buldge.
“yes – yes, want to cum” you nod, rutting against him more quickly, making the couch below you creak- puffs of hot air slipping past your lips with every roll of your hips.
it’s a tight knot in your stomach, coiling more and more with each passing second, until finally you reach the end of the rope – flashes of heat surging up your thighs, pasing over your shoulder blades, forcing your eyes to squeeze shut as you whine out his name.
“hope you’re not tired baby, now it’s your turn to help me”
. • °🍃✧༺ extremely unedited!
646 notes
·
View notes
Note
idk if you taking requests, but can you do a smut where reader and stiles are in a secret relationship cause reader is scott’s brother, n like one day stiles is so pussy drunk that he’s a whimpering moaning mess. and then scott just so happens to walk in. THEN reader starts to try and get up to follow her brother once he storms out the room, but stiles holds her back and continues until they both cum? just a thought..🫶🏽.
(btw idk if you do anon emojis but if so can i be ‘🧟♀️’)
. • °🍼✧༺ 17+ smut below the cut !
stiles has always joked about how he’s a lesser man when it comes to you, crude comments about how he’d give anything to spend all day between your legs, making you squirm just cause he likes it.
but it’s times like this when you actually think stiles might be a feign for pussy – your pussy.
the bed creaks with every rapid thrust of his hips, sheet sheilding where your bodies connect but it doesn’t matter because you can hear the squelching from your sopping folds, and feel the wetness seep down your ass crack splashing across the backs of your thigs when his sack hits your skin. and even if you could see the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you, it wouldn’t matter because – well stiles looks like that.
pupils blown wide as he stares down at you, bitten lips parted enough to let whines and groans slip free every couple of seconds, incoherent praises causing your sweaty skin to flush even more. he’s sweating too, fluffy hair matted to his forhead, sticking up in places from your gripping it.
“jesus fuck baby, love this cunt so much” he mutters, eyebrows frowning as he stares down st you with a determined pout “gonna fucking cum right in this tight pussy, feels too fucking good” you clench around him, gummy walls molding to every ridge and vein along his girthy length, arching your back off the back in hopes to feel him even deeper – whining and crying out when he does.
he drops his face to the crook of your neck, hips becoming slightly sloppy, movements less smooth and more desperate — cock twitching inside of you now, his release definitely nearing.
“oh’baby fuck me so good, feels so amazing” he’s practically crying into your shoulder, thrusting so forcefully your body begins to scoot up the bed, headboard nocking against the bed rhythmically “ — never gonna leave your cunt babe, might cry’feels so good”
your about to moan his name out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when a creak sounds followed by a glass hitting the floor amd small whispered curse “oh shit!” he murmurs, and when you peak over stiles shoulder to lock eyes with ones that mirror your own, your breath completely leaves your lungs and sudden your trying to scramble away from stiles.
scott makes a face of disgust, throwing his hands up in the air as he spins on his heel, the sound of sneakers hitting the stairs loud as he stomps away “shit, shit, shit! stiles stop!” you cry, gasping when stiles shifts to his knees, pulling out to just the tip as he stares down at you with pleading eyes.
“gotta cum baby”
he slams back into you to punctuate his sentence, your jaw going slack in a silent moan, pussy clenching around his cock in a violent manner. your toes curl against the mattress, tears welling at your lash line – an overwhelming mix of embarrassment and pleasure taking over as he pounds into you so hard you’re worried he might actually hurt you.
you can feel the pulse and twitch of his cock against your straining walls, struggling to take him the deeper he goes, pressing your body so harshly into the bed you swear you hear the crackle of wooden planks beneathe your matress.
“s-stiles, it’s to-to much” you plead, mascara running streaks down your cheeks now, sweat and tears matting your hair to your face and neck, the sight making stiles go cross eyed, gripping the underneaths of your thighs as he leans back just enough to fold you in half, biceps rippling beneath his taut skin – prominent veins trailing up his fingers to his forearms, its enough to have your eyes rolling back into your skull, biting down on your bottom lip so hard blood fills your jaw, making you cry out in pain — but mostly because you’re cumming so hard that it drains the air from your lungs, stiles suffocating you with a wet and lazy kiss as his own orgasm creeps closer.
it’s not much longer before he’s becoming erratic in his thrusts, rhytm thrown a bump as he pumps his seed deep in your cunt, filling you so much it begins to spill put around the base of cock, and down his balls, making obscene noises as he pulls out with a weak hiss, dark eyebrows furrowing from the lack of warmth.
“maybe we’ll close the door next time?” he smirks down at your spent expression, brown eyes full of trouble.
. • °🍼✧༺ extremely unedited!
478 notes
·
View notes
Text
14 notes
·
View notes
Text
u guys what is wrong w me rn 😅😅
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
im lacking in vitamin d but unironically u guys , like im abt to go pick up a prescription 😿😿
0 notes
Text
me everyday acting like i haven’t written prn on the internet for a year now
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
me everyday acting like i haven’t written prn on the internet for a year now
10 notes
·
View notes
Text
i use grammarly when i use the same word over and over and can’t think of another word 😭😭
Has anyone used Gramarly to write fanfic before?
2 notes
·
View notes
Text
what ya’ll know abt city and colour 😿
#sad girl music only!!#yes i write smut#to a sad playlist#im just op 🤷♀️‼️#(mentally ill)#lex listens — 🎧#Spotify
1 note
·
View note
Note
Im so sorry to bother but i need that Finnick Odair pussy drunk fic😕 like he rubs circles on your waist and whispers into your ear about how bad he needs you 🙁🙁
-🎀
. • °⛓✧༺ 17+ smut below cut!
finnick who is always busy, forced to keep up his capitol prince facade, putting up with the lingering touches and whispered comments — always so sweet and kind, only slightly arrogant in his ways as he grows up.
finnick who comes home to you; his favorite little secret, similing sheepishly, fingers tingling as they slip through yours, body ablaze from the overwhelming warmth of your embrace. he craves it all day, to be able to feel your soft touch, to smell your sweet skin.
and finnick who is always so eager to please, despite working so hard to please the president already. he only cares about pleasing one person in his life though; you.
perfectly trimmed fingernails pressing tiny little crescents in your thighs, cooing against your soaked cunt when you writhe and cry from above him, barely able to open your eyes from the never ending stream of pleasure. knuckles going plae where they’re burried in his soft golden curls, causing his scalp to sting, but he doesn’t complain, how could he when you taste so sweet?
you’re on probably your third orgasm, but unsure because your mind is muddled after only one, and he doesn’t even seem to care about your pleasure anymore – simply lost in the wetness leaking from your cunt, drowning all of his senses, completely blind to your pleas for him to stop.
you have to actually tear him away to get his attention; teary eyes blinking rappidly as you huff out in frustration, smacking your swollen lips “finnick! it’s too much” you shake your head, struggling to catch your breath as you slowly shift your hips backwards, watching the lust glaze over his features, licking you off his lips before he shuffles up the bed, catching your hips in his rough grasp.
“i like it too much, i like you too much” he frowns, leaning forward to gently press a kiss to your aching clit, making you whine, he tsks.
“you can do better baby, I’ll make you do better”
. • °⛓✧༺ i changed it just a bit but still, pussy lover finnick!! also extremely unedited, sorry lols 😫
713 notes
·
View notes
Text
| mutual help ; l. berkshire
genre; smut 😜
warnings; bickering, NOT e2l sorry every1!!, no actual sex, mentions of blowjob, food play (?), oral (f receiving), public sex, fingering, dirty talk, name calling (baby, honey bc that’s readers nn and babe)
a/n; idk i saw these pics on pinterest and thought they were cute and then i just got to thinking abt how i could make smth and use them and yeahhhhh — but i actually like this a lot so im thinking this isn’t the end 😅😅 pt.2 maybeee
playlist; meddle about by chase atlantic, single by the neighborhood, cry baby by the neighborhood.
You smile around the ice cream filling your jaw, cheeks puffing out in a way that makes enzo's pants grow tighter, some of the pinkish-white cream dribbling from the corners of your mouth, making a mess that stains the pristine collar of your dress shirt.
He toys with the mechanical pencil in his grasp, running it along the seam of his lips, pressing them into a cat-like grin when you look up at him over the top of your textbook, eyes turning to crescents when your grin widens. Your book thumps against the table when you lean forward, caught between your chest and the hardwood, making you stutter over whatever you were gonna say, shiny lips falling into a confused pout, blinking down at the pages before you roll your eyes, nudging it to the floor with your elbow, letting it clatter against the wood without a care.
“You’re going to get us in trouble – ” Lorenzo warns, watching as the ice cream cone in your hand melts over your knuckles, seeping into the cuffs of your cardigan, forming sticky lines between your knuckles “Finish that, or i’ll throw it away.” he finishes, arching a perfectly trimmed brow as you bring the strawberry cream to your lips again, licking a thick strip from the base of the cone to the top of the cream.
You hum in satisfaction, ready to bring the cone back for another lick, when a group of students brushes past, one of their shoes knocking the back of your chair, grip on the come loosening for a moment before it topples from your fingers and lands in the crevice of your thighs. You gasp, scowling at the fifth years as they giggle, rushing around a corner.
“God damn it, honey” enzo growls deep under his breath, snapping his book shut, making you flinch as you look up at him from the mess between your thighs. Your brows draw together in confusion, used to hearing the nick name in a more saccharine tone. This wasn’t your fault.
You tilt your head “they bumped into me!” you whisper yell, uncomfortably rubbing your thighs together, only spreading the sticky mess further.
Frowning he scoots his chair back, leaning back enough to see the drying ice cream, something straight out of wet dream as you spread your thighs, chasing some sort of relief from the uncomfortable feeling - he can see your white panties, delicate lace trim along the edges and a cute little with bow just below your navel.
“You’ve made a fucking mess” his tone is annoyed, shoulders tensing as you gaze into his puppy like eyes, puffy lips parting in a pout once again.
This has been torture – weeks of tutoring you, dealing with the innocent pouts and whines, begging him to just lie to professor snape for you. Games of on and off, that he knows he’s definitely winning, because you were practically begging for his cock a fortnight ago. He’s thought about you so many times – thought about beating the shit out of the guys that talk about you.
He can’t fucking take it anymore, cock throbbing in his boxers as you squirm around in your chair, huffing out delicate breaths, wide eyes turned glassy – you look like you might even cry, and makes him tick, knuckles pale from how tightly his fists clench against the smooth hard wood table.
Gripping the table with one hand, and the hem of your skirt with the other, you sigh “I can clean it up enzo” you plead, nervous as he shifts in his chair, tugging the sleeves of his dress shirt up his forearms.
The whole library falls silent when he looks at you, rasping out a command that makes your eyes go wide “spread your legs” he mumbles. He drops to his knees not a moment sooner, brunette head of hair disappearing under the table, the drag of his chair back to the table making you gasp.
Fingers wrap around your ankles, forcing your legs apart, unveiling your clothed pussy to his sparkling eyes when your skirt rides up your thighs, the fabric is damp and stained with strawberry ice cream, molding your warm folds to the cotton, puffy pussy straining for attention against the threads. He blows out a soft breath between puckered lips, chuckling hotly when you squirm, thighs trembling against his strength.
“Lorenzo — we’ll be caught” you whisper, glassy eyes meeting his own dark ones, a gentle blush spread across the bridge of your nose and the apples of your cheeks. He tuts, leaning forward just enough for his nose to rub your clit, breathing in the musky-sweet scent emitting from your core.
“You don’t want me to help you out?” He murmurs, tongue darting out to lick a stripe along your seam, planting a wet kiss against your hole as one of his hands creep up the inseam of your thigh, toying with the outer hem of your panties.
You sigh, cradling your face in your palms, unable to voice the denial you thought you had wanted to say, overwhelmed by the heat from his breath ghosting your cunt.
“be a good girl and keep quiet” he mutters, peeking up at your flushed face between your fingers before he tugs your panties to the side, the threads snapping under the pressure, ripping the crotch right out of them, ruined as they fall to the floor.
he takes his time, as he leans in, eyelids fluttering closed, jaw hanging slack – pressing an open mouth kiss to your spread folds, humming in delight at the sticky slick seeping from your core, pressing in deeper for more, nails digging crescents into your sticky thighs.
his tongue toys at your entrance, the warm muscle prodding your tight walls until you let out the softest wine from above him, hips bucking forward against his face, pressing his nose into your clit.
“s’fucking good” he mouths against your cunt, shaking his face side to side, making your squirm against the wooden chair, thighs threatening to squeeze around his head if he were to let go.
“shit- enzo '' you chirp, drooping eyes casting a weary look around the library, despite knowing your meticulously tucked away study corner is shielded from most prying eyes.
one of his hands drifts from the inseam of your thigh, to the top of your pussy, pulling the hood up so he can wrap his puffy lips around your clit, gently tugging on the nub with his teeth, before giving it a lewd suck, slurping and smacking sounding from between your legs - he’s the one being fucking loud.
his other hand glides down your pussy as he pulls away, spreading your folds to watch your greedy hole wink, pulsing for something to fill you up - seeping wetness that runs down your asshole and the wooden chair, staining the hardwood floor below you even further.
he groans as he presses the pad of his middle finger to your pussy, watching as you suck him in, gliding to the second knuckle with ease “you can take more than that, can’t you baby?” you hum from above him, thighs spreading further in a silent agreement, etching a wicked grin across his lips.
he slides a second finger in with ease, cock jumping in his trousers when he feels the suction of your velvet walls around his thick fingers, clenching around him with need even when he doesn’t make a move.
when he leans in to flick your clit, your thighs clamp around his head, one hand tangling in the hair the crown of his skull, the other gripping the edge of a textbook so harshly you fear the pages will rip.
he groans against your heat, eyelids rolling back in his skull as he makes harsh thrusts in and out with his fingers, alternating between quick sucks and nips at your swollen bud, the weight of his cock in his boxers becoming unbearably heavy with every jut of your hips against his face, precum making his boxers stick to his length in an uncomfortable manner.
“m’so close enzo, baby please” you croon, leaning back in your chair to lock eyes with him, tears brimming at your lash line as you press a palm to your mouth, muffling the sounds that multiply with every passing second.
he doesn’t stop at your confession, the words spurring him on, desperate to swallow your cum and taste it on his tongue for hours to come, cock twitching at just the thought alone.
his hand drives into you with so much force that wet smacking sounds start to ring out, so fast and frequent that if anyone were near they’d surely know what you were up to.
it’s only a couple seconds later that you’re falling apart on his fingers, thighs squeezing around him so tightly that he begins to go lightheaded, surely not helped by the way he desperately laps at your seeping cunt like a man starved, groaning and moaning into your folds until he’s satiated, and your hips are squirming away from his mouth, pussy swollen and sensitive against the cool air of the library when he finally does pull back.
you look down at him through a bleary gaze, flushing at the sight, covered in a mix of sweat, cum and strawberry ice cream, smeared along his jaw and across the tip of his nose, you lick your lips, shaking your head when he meets your eyes “now we’ve both made messes” you mumble, using the cuff of your sweater to wipe some of the liquid from his face, glancing between his legs to where his cock strains against the zipper.
“now i should help you then, right?”
#lorenzo berkshire#lorenzo berkshire smut#slytherin boys#slytherin#slytherin boys smut#harry potter smut#fanfic#fanfic smut#slytherin smut
246 notes
·
View notes
Note
idk if you taking requests, but can you do a smut where reader and stiles are in a secret relationship cause reader is scott’s brother, n like one day stiles is so pussy drunk that he’s a whimpering moaning mess. and then scott just so happens to walk in. THEN reader starts to try and get up to follow her brother once he storms out the room, but stiles holds her back and continues until they both cum? just a thought..🫶🏽.
(btw idk if you do anon emojis but if so can i be ‘🧟♀️’)
. • °🍼✧༺ 17+ smut below the cut !
stiles has always joked about how he’s a lesser man when it comes to you, crude comments about how he’d give anything to spend all day between your legs, making you squirm just cause he likes it.
but it’s times like this when you actually think stiles might be a feign for pussy – your pussy.
the bed creaks with every rapid thrust of his hips, sheet sheilding where your bodies connect but it doesn’t matter because you can hear the squelching from your sopping folds, and feel the wetness seep down your ass crack splashing across the backs of your thigs when his sack hits your skin. and even if you could see the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you, it wouldn’t matter because – well stiles looks like that.
pupils blown wide as he stares down at you, bitten lips parted enough to let whines and groans slip free every couple of seconds, incoherent praises causing your sweaty skin to flush even more. he’s sweating too, fluffy hair matted to his forhead, sticking up in places from your gripping it.
“jesus fuck baby, love this cunt so much” he mutters, eyebrows frowning as he stares down st you with a determined pout “gonna fucking cum right in this tight pussy, feels too fucking good” you clench around him, gummy walls molding to every ridge and vein along his girthy length, arching your back off the back in hopes to feel him even deeper – whining and crying out when he does.
he drops his face to the crook of your neck, hips becoming slightly sloppy, movements less smooth and more desperate — cock twitching inside of you now, his release definitely nearing.
“oh’baby fuck me so good, feels so amazing” he’s practically crying into your shoulder, thrusting so forcefully your body begins to scoot up the bed, headboard nocking against the bed rhythmically “ — never gonna leave your cunt babe, might cry’feels so good”
your about to moan his name out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when a creak sounds followed by a glass hitting the floor amd small whispered curse “oh shit!” he murmurs, and when you peak over stiles shoulder to lock eyes with ones that mirror your own, your breath completely leaves your lungs and sudden your trying to scramble away from stiles.
scott makes a face of disgust, throwing his hands up in the air as he spins on his heel, the sound of sneakers hitting the stairs loud as he stomps away “shit, shit, shit! stiles stop!” you cry, gasping when stiles shifts to his knees, pulling out to just the tip as he stares down at you with pleading eyes.
“gotta cum baby”
he slams back into you to punctuate his sentence, your jaw going slack in a silent moan, pussy clenching around his cock in a violent manner. your toes curl against the mattress, tears welling at your lash line – an overwhelming mix of embarrassment and pleasure taking over as he pounds into you so hard you’re worried he might actually hurt you.
you can feel the pulse and twitch of his cock against your straining walls, struggling to take him the deeper he goes, pressing your body so harshly into the bed you swear you hear the crackle of wooden planks beneathe your matress.
“s-stiles, it’s to-to much” you plead, mascara running streaks down your cheeks now, sweat and tears matting your hair to your face and neck, the sight making stiles go cross eyed, gripping the underneaths of your thighs as he leans back just enough to fold you in half, biceps rippling beneath his taut skin – prominent veins trailing up his fingers to his forearms, its enough to have your eyes rolling back into your skull, biting down on your bottom lip so hard blood fills your jaw, making you cry out in pain — but mostly because you’re cumming so hard that it drains the air from your lungs, stiles suffocating you with a wet and lazy kiss as his own orgasm creeps closer.
it’s not much longer before he’s becoming erratic in his thrusts, rhytm thrown a bump as he pumps his seed deep in your cunt, filling you so much it begins to spill put around the base of cock, and down his balls, making obscene noises as he pulls out with a weak hiss, dark eyebrows furrowing from the lack of warmth.
“maybe we’ll close the door next time?” he smirks down at your spent expression, brown eyes full of trouble.
. • °🍼✧༺ extremely unedited!
478 notes
·
View notes
Note
idk if you taking requests, but can you do a smut where reader and stiles are in a secret relationship cause reader is scott’s brother, n like one day stiles is so pussy drunk that he’s a whimpering moaning mess. and then scott just so happens to walk in. THEN reader starts to try and get up to follow her brother once he storms out the room, but stiles holds her back and continues until they both cum? just a thought..🫶🏽.
(btw idk if you do anon emojis but if so can i be ‘🧟♀️’)
. • °🍼✧༺ 17+ smut below the cut !
stiles has always joked about how he��s a lesser man when it comes to you, crude comments about how he’d give anything to spend all day between your legs, making you squirm just cause he likes it.
but it’s times like this when you actually think stiles might be a feign for pussy – your pussy.
the bed creaks with every rapid thrust of his hips, sheet sheilding where your bodies connect but it doesn’t matter because you can hear the squelching from your sopping folds, and feel the wetness seep down your ass crack splashing across the backs of your thigs when his sack hits your skin. and even if you could see the sight of his cock sliding in and out of you, it wouldn’t matter because – well stiles looks like that.
pupils blown wide as he stares down at you, bitten lips parted enough to let whines and groans slip free every couple of seconds, incoherent praises causing your sweaty skin to flush even more. he’s sweating too, fluffy hair matted to his forhead, sticking up in places from your gripping it.
“jesus fuck baby, love this cunt so much” he mutters, eyebrows frowning as he stares down st you with a determined pout “gonna fucking cum right in this tight pussy, feels too fucking good” you clench around him, gummy walls molding to every ridge and vein along his girthy length, arching your back off the back in hopes to feel him even deeper – whining and crying out when he does.
he drops his face to the crook of your neck, hips becoming slightly sloppy, movements less smooth and more desperate — cock twitching inside of you now, his release definitely nearing.
“oh’baby fuck me so good, feels so amazing” he’s practically crying into your shoulder, thrusting so forcefully your body begins to scoot up the bed, headboard nocking against the bed rhythmically “ — never gonna leave your cunt babe, might cry’feels so good”
your about to moan his name out, eyes rolling to the back of your skull when a creak sounds followed by a glass hitting the floor amd small whispered curse “oh shit!” he murmurs, and when you peak over stiles shoulder to lock eyes with ones that mirror your own, your breath completely leaves your lungs and sudden your trying to scramble away from stiles.
scott makes a face of disgust, throwing his hands up in the air as he spins on his heel, the sound of sneakers hitting the stairs loud as he stomps away “shit, shit, shit! stiles stop!” you cry, gasping when stiles shifts to his knees, pulling out to just the tip as he stares down at you with pleading eyes.
“gotta cum baby”
he slams back into you to punctuate his sentence, your jaw going slack in a silent moan, pussy clenching around his cock in a violent manner. your toes curl against the mattress, tears welling at your lash line – an overwhelming mix of embarrassment and pleasure taking over as he pounds into you so hard you’re worried he might actually hurt you.
you can feel the pulse and twitch of his cock against your straining walls, struggling to take him the deeper he goes, pressing your body so harshly into the bed you swear you hear the crackle of wooden planks beneathe your matress.
“s-stiles, it’s to-to much” you plead, mascara running streaks down your cheeks now, sweat and tears matting your hair to your face and neck, the sight making stiles go cross eyed, gripping the underneaths of your thighs as he leans back just enough to fold you in half, biceps rippling beneath his taut skin – prominent veins trailing up his fingers to his forearms, its enough to have your eyes rolling back into your skull, biting down on your bottom lip so hard blood fills your jaw, making you cry out in pain — but mostly because you’re cumming so hard that it drains the air from your lungs, stiles suffocating you with a wet and lazy kiss as his own orgasm creeps closer.
it’s not much longer before he’s becoming erratic in his thrusts, rhytm thrown a bump as he pumps his seed deep in your cunt, filling you so much it begins to spill put around the base of cock, and down his balls, making obscene noises as he pulls out with a weak hiss, dark eyebrows furrowing from the lack of warmth.
“maybe we’ll close the door next time?” he smirks down at your spent expression, brown eyes full of trouble.
. • °🍼✧༺ extremely unedited!
#teen wolf smut#stiles stilinski x reader#stiles stilinski smut#stiles smut#fanfic smut#fanfic#teen wolf#🧟♀️ anon <3
478 notes
·
View notes