Cuddles Can Wait

Cuddles Can Wait

DRABBLE DECEMBER DAY 4 

Prompt:  “Omg it’s a fucking reindeer”

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Pairing: Dylan O’Brien

Warnings: SMUT 18+

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ooo i have a dylan request. what abt a smut where dylan and reader have to be quiet to not wake up their kids or friends that are near by?

Author's Notes: I love when requests line up with things I have already written. Feels very meant to be. If this was your request, I hope you love it! I did alter it slightly, because I did already have something similar written, please forgive. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut *(biting, oral - female receiving, spanking, slight/total stockings kink? unprotected sex - be safe out there, your choice how!)

Requested? YESS!! Requests are OPEN!

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Dylan and his girl were at a friend's house party, tucked away from everyone else for a few moments kissing in the hallway. Dylan had her pressed up against the wall while he pinned his hips to hers, his hands pushing up the hem of her skirt.

"I love these." Dylan mumbled into her mouth as he grabbed her left thigh and tugged it over his hip, thumbing her thigh high stocking.

"Thank you." She smiled as she pulled his hair, messy from him running his own hands through it all night.

"Keep them on for me tonight?" Dylan breathed out as he pushed his hand under her skirt to thumb at the strap of her thong.

"Okay." She nodded as she guided his face back to her, breathing a soft moan as he slipped his tongue in her mouth once more.

"Come with me." Dylan grunted as he placed her back on both feet then grabbed her hand and led her back to an empty room down the hall.

He kicked the door shut and grabbed her hips to pull her close, his hands up the back of her skirt to fill his palms with her backside. He lifted her up and playfully tossed her onto the bed, climbing between her legs.

"Give me these, pretty girl." Dylan growled as he reached beneath her skirt and grabbed her panties, pulling them down her legs and tucking them into his pocket for safe keeping.

"Take your clothes off, baby." She whispered as she pulled at his shirt, lifting it over his back and sinking her nails into his skin.

"I will. Needy." Dylan mumbled as he positioned himself between her thighs and held his weight above her on his hands, letting her tug at his shirt.

His girlfriend released a soft sigh of relief as Dylan kissed down her throat, his knee between her legs to give the littlest bit of pressure to ease her ache. He pushed his hands up her skirt, feeling her skin beneath his palms as he tugged her closer to him

"Take this off for me?" Dylan hummed as he pulled at the hem of her top with his teeth, his fingers groping her backside as she rolled her core along his thigh.

She did as told and tugged her top off. She released a hum as he grabbed her breasts over her bra, his thumbs flicking her nipples. She pushed her hands into his hair and tugged as he pulled the cups of her bra down, biting down onto her neck.

"Dylan." She shivered as he nibbled on her neck and gently pinched her nipples. Her hips were on a swivel the whole time, desperate for friction and to feel closer to him.

"Spread your legs for me, honey.." Dylan mumbled as he knelt upright above her, looking down at his half naked girlfriend. He tugged his shirt over his head as she spread her knees wide for him, thighs already slick with her arousal for him.

"Baby!" She gasped as he dropped to his hands on the mattress and licked her thighs, his fingers tugging at her stockings. She brought her hands down to his face between her thighs, her fingertips grazing over the scruff on his jawline as his tongue brushed over her slit.

"Come here." Dylan growled as he hooked his biceps under her knees and pulled her closer to his mouth.

The sounds on the other side of the door were like a white noise to Dylan as he finally put his mouth on his girlfriend like he had wanted to all night, his fingers pressed deep into her thighs to keep her from squirming away. The fabric of her thigh highs only spurred him on while his tongue swirled around her folds in obscene circles, loving how she dripped onto his chin.

"Dylannn!" She cried out as she climaxed, her hands twisted in his hair.

"Didn't think I could love your legs around my face more, but these stockings are the sexiest fucking thing you have ever worn." Dylan mumbled as he kissed above her slit then shifted his weight above her again.

"I need you so bad, baby. But we aren't at home. What if someone walks in on us?" She breathed out as their lips chased one another, her hands pulling at his belt.

"Keep your skirt on and ride me. Get on top, yeah?" Dylan grunted as he grabbed her hips and and shifted them to the edge of the bed. He placed her securely on the his lap, letting her paw open his zipper.

"Dylan." She sobbed out as she hovered above his tip, her forehead pressed to his as she held his base.

"I'll help, honey." Dylan mumbled with a sob of his own as he thrust up into her wet hole, losing stability as he held them up and falling to his back for a moment.

"BABY!" She gasped as he filled her out completely and sat them back upright, giving her another firm thrust and a smack to her left thigh.

"Gonna take you home. Strip you naked of everything but these stockings then fuck you stupid all over our apartment." Dylan growled as he pulled his fingers down her back as she rode him back and forth, her hands resting on his knees behind her.

"Fuck, Dylan." She shivered as he nudged a particular nerve inside of her that made her flood him with her arousal, edging her closer to release.

"Oh, so fucking wet. You like that? Fuck. Alright. Take you home and get you in just these stockings. Put your hands behind your back and fuck you over the counter the way you like. Smack your ass, too." Dylan growled as he dropped his head down to suck at her neck, surely leaving his mark.

She tossed her arms around his neck as her hips stuttered on top of him, any rhythm she had created for them completely lost. Dylan groaned into the crease of her neck as he felt her inner walls quiver around him as she fell off the edge, the whimpers in the back of her throat getting louder.

"Shh, honey. I know, I know." Dylan cooed, his hand over her mouth to cover her screams as she came around him. He hated doing it, but he really didn't want someone to come knocking on the door to see if they were alright and find the two of them in a compromising position.

She clawed at his back while she bounced in his lap, riding out her orgasm. Dylan dropped his head down and kissed along her chest, slowly pulling his hand away from her swollen lips and placing both of his hands on her thighs as he rolled his own hips up into her heat to achieve his own release.

"Fuck!" Dylan grunted into the crease of her neck, his dull fingernails pressed into her thighs as he released inside of her. He shivered as he felt her palms run down his back in a sweet attempt to soothe him.

"Take me home, baby." She whispered in his ear once his breathing even out and he wrapped his arms around her waist to pull her close, his lips all over her neck and chest.

"Good idea. Give me two minutes to catch my breath and find my shirt, then we can go." Dylan smiled softly as he pulled his head back to look at her heavy eyes, kissing her chin before he laid them back on the bed for a quick cuddle. Not quite ready to face their friends and the inevitable smirks on the other side of the door.

You guys just couldn't wait could you?

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@fashion-fasting @samxslaughter @truewdw1 @gillybear17 @sugarcoatedjj

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Hello beautiful lady 💗

I have a Dylan request pretty please! (I’m to lazy to write myself).

Dylan is on set of ‘not okay’ movie and he’s in the middle of getting his tattoos put on, he’s sending you sneak peaks from the mirror and all you can think about is jumping his bones. So you start sending pictures back, each picture you’ve lost and article of clothing until the very last pic which he doesn’t open until he’s out of the trailer. He responds with something like ‘get your ass here in 10 minutes or your in deep shit baby girl. And yeah obv you get straight in the car and smut in his trailer 🥵🥵🥵 (please and thank you, you don’t have to write it xxx)

Author's Notes: For you? Of course, my love. I hope you enjoy it! Just an FYI some of this is a text conversation, obviously Dylan is "DOB", and his woman is "The Fox" because he thinks she's Foxy. I altered the request juuust a little, and I hope you can forgive. Please let me know what you think if you have a moment - messages, comments and feedback are appreciated! Thank you! xoxo

Warnings: Swearing, Smoking ,Sexual references - sexual innuendos, Smut* (sexting? i don't know, public sex, biting, dom-ish Dylan, unprotected sex - be safe out there! Your choice how!)

Requested? YES! Requests are OPEN

Dylan felt like he had been sitting in that chair for an eternity. It had only been an hour, maybe two, but he was starting to get restless. He wanted a cigarette and he wanted to stretch his legs further than the spacing in the trailer would allow, but the girls had a job to do so he would sit.

"Can I just check my phone?" Dylan inquired softly as the makeup artist applied yet another tattoo to his arm. His eyes flickered from the art being drawn on his arm, to his phone vibrating in his pocket.

"Yeah, go ahead. I don't need that arm yet." She nodded with a point to his right arm, his dominant hand, allowing him to answer his texts.

The Fox: How does it look?

Dylan smiled at her eager message. When he told her his look for this role would include "a lot" of tattoos her excitement was almost tangible and he had promised he would send her photos of himself while he was getting his fake tattoos put on.

DOB: You tell me.

Dylan smirked as he replied back to her, sending a photo of the tattoo along his flexed bicep. He felt proud of himself knowing back at home he had probably sent his girlfriend into a frenzy.

The Fox: Are they everywhere?

DOB: Not yet.

Dylan smirked to himself as he received the read receipt, but no response from his girlfriend. He slipped his phone back in his pocket and allowed the woman trying to apply the tattoos on his body to continue doing her job. It wasn't ten minutes later his phone went off in his pocket again, this time a sequence of buzzes that forced his hand into pocket.

"I'm really sorry." Dylan sighed as he grabbed his phone from his pocket, accidentally nudging the artist's arm out of the way.

"It's alright. I need a few more things anyway. So, I'll let you answer your texts or emails. And I'll be back in like, five minutes or so." She smiled with a friendly pat on his shoulder. She exited the trailer, gently shutting the door behind her and left Dylan alone with his shirt around his shoulders and the ink drying on his arms.

Dylan sighed as he put in his pass-code and opened his phone to several messages from his girlfriend. The first few messages he had anticipated, just her requesting that he send her more photos. But the next ones...

The Fox: Do you think I would look good with a tattoo, baby?

In the time he had sent her his photo, his body adorning the new (fake) tattoos, his girlfriend had taken it upon herself to remove her shirt, her shorts and bra. The first two photos had made him smile, her sweet skin on display showing off the hickeys on her collarbone from the night before or her thighs. He just loved them so much.

The photo after she had removed her shorts, though, made the back of his neck feel hot. She had removed her bra and held her forearm across her breasts, covering up what he wanted to see. He pursed his lips and felt himself craning his neck and tilting his phone, as if her nipples would magically appear on his screen.

DOB: That's not very nice.

He ran a hand over his face, the wiry hairs of his beard catching on the tips of his fingers as he stared at his reflection in the mirror. His phone buzzed in his hand again, he looked down and saw that she had sent him another photo.

DOB: I'm not looking at that. I know what you sent me, Foxy.

He knew that the photo she had sent him would send him into overdrive. He knew the photo waiting for him was either her naked body on full display (how do girls take such beautiful photos on their own like that? He would never know) or just a teasing shot of between her legs. He wasn't having it.

DOB: Get here. Now. I'm not fucking around.

The Fox: Yes, Sir ;)

Dylan felt a chill go down his spine. He grabbed his cigarettes off the counter in front of him and stood up so fast he nearly knocked over his chair. He pushed open the door to his trailer as he shielded his eyes from the sun, lighting up a cigarette with his other hand.

"I didn't make you wait too long, did I?" The nice makeup artist smiled as she walked back to him with her arms filled with supplies.

"Oh, not at all. Hey, I'm just going to get a coffee before we finish this. Do you want one?" Dylan lied as he backed up and blew his smoke away from her face.

"I'm okay, thanks. I'll just get set up here and you come back when you're ready. Stretch your legs, I know it's a long process." She nodded with a smile.

Dylan felt a pang of guilt for lying to her about why he was leaving his trailer, but that feeling quickly went away when he felt his phone go off in his pocket once more. He pitched his cigarette and walked quickly towards the parking lot where his car was, and his girl was waiting.

"Hey, handsome. I'm looking for my boyfriend. He's about your height, same colour eyes. But no tattoos and he's actually got dark brown hair, not blonde." His girlfriend smirked as she leaned up against his car, waiting for him. She must have broken every single traffic law in the State to get to him.

"Haven't seen him around. But I'm here." Dylan murmured as he rested his hands on the top of his car and pressed his body to hers. She had changed her clothes before she came to see him, tossed on a pretty, rather short sundress and Dylan couldn't keep his hands to himself any longer. Not that he had made much of an effort.

"These look so good on you, Dylan." She whispered as she placed her hands on his elbows and scanned his arms covered in fake tattoos.

"Thanks. Now, as for you. Get in the car, Foxy." Dylan breathed out as his hands pushed up the hem of her dress, complete disregard for the public parking space as he filled the palms of his hands with her backside.

"Dylan!" She squealed as he hooked his arm underneath her plump backside, lifting her up as he unlocked his car, opened the door to the backseat and climbed in with a slam of the door.

He perched her on his lap, her knees on either side of his thighs as he reached underneath her dress to tear at whatever was keeping them apart.

"Are you kidding?" Dylan growled as he pulled his dull fingernails down her hips when he felt her bare beneath her dress. One good gust of wind and the entire cast and crew would see what his girlfriend's business.

"You look good." She whispered with a nip of his bottom lip while she wrapped her arms around his neck, her body resting against his.

"It's bad enough I bailed on getting my tattoos finished to come out here and have sex with you. But I cannot get in trouble for my hot ass girlfriend walking around, flashing people." Dylan grunted as he carefully lifted her up and laid her on her back on the backseat, positioning himself between her legs.

"Work fast then, O'Brien." She laughed as he sunk his teeth into her neck, her hands reaching above her head to brace herself against the door of the car.

Dylan growled from the pit of his stomach as he reached between them to unzip his jeans. He rubbed his hips against hers as she scratched her nails over his scalp and down inside the collar of his shirt to feel his skin.

"No scratches." Dylan moaned out as his needy girlfriend tried to sink the nails of her right hand into his back while her left hand reached between them to pull him out of his pants.

"Why?" She whined as she curled her right hand into the material of his shirt and started to slowly, teasingly stroke his manhood. It wasn't enough, and she fucking knew it. The pressure of her hand around him was so light, almost enough and it was enough to drive him insane.

"Because I said so." Dylan grunted as he grabbed her hand off him and pinned it to the car door as gently as he could so he didn't hurt her, then lined himself up with her entrance.

"Let me go!" She cried out as she tried to pull her wrist from his grip, back arching off the fine leather of his backseat as he filled out the tight space between her thighs.

"Be good. No games." Dylan ordered as he released her wrist and pressed his forehead to hers. He braced himself on the door above her head while he kept one foot on the floor, surprised he had as much room as he did.

"More, Dylan. I want more." She cooed as she pushed up the hem of his t-shirt and pressed her hands flat on his back as she moved her hips in time with his.

Dylan couldn't contain the whine in the back of his throat. He nodded, his nose brushing against hers as he did so then moved them back to an upright position with her straddling his lap again. He pushed the hem of her dress up to watch as he moved in and out of her while she gripped at the headrest behind him in an attempt to not scratch him up.

"Let me see you." Dylan groaned as he moved his hands from her hips to pull down the triangles of her sundress, exposing her nipples the way he wished she did in that photo she had sent earlier. He leaned forward to seal his lips around her left nipple, his hands on her back to keep her steady.

"Feels so good, Dylan." She panted as she reached her right hand up to roll the nipple that wasn't currently in his mouth while she rolled her hips.

"You feel fucking good." Dylan grunted against her chest as his hips started to get off rhythm beneath her, his orgasm building in the pit of his stomach.

"Baby, I think -" She gasped as her right hand shot out and pressed against the window behind them, sliding down the glass as her inner walls clenched and quivered around him.

"I'm right behind you, honey." Dylan growled before he bit her neck and gave her a firm thrust, cumming deep inside of her as her head fell to his shoulder.

The car was filled with their pants as they both came down from their highs. Her hands running over his buzzed hair while he kissed along her neck, his own fingertips caressing her thighs beneath her dress.

"I don't want to let you go." She whispered with a kiss to the side of his face.

"I don't either, but I have to get back. How about you let me go, head home and take a nice long bath, a nap and I'll bring us home some dinner? Then we can have it in bed, naked and finish where we left off in here." Dylan smiled as he rested his head back on the seat.

"That sounds nice, baby." She nodded.

"M'kay. Let me pull my pants back up and I'll walk you back to your car. You have no panties on. I don't want anyone stealing a look." Dylan winked with a quick kiss to her lips, beyond reluctant to let her leave but he was still at work and had a job to do.

But he would definitely be thinking about her at home in the bathtub while he got the remainder of his tattoos put on, certain he would feel his phone go off in his pocket a photo or two waiting for him.

Hotties:

@sugarcoatedjj @fashion-fasting @truewdw1 @gillybear17 @samxslaughter

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Please let me know what you think if you have a moment! Thank you so much xoxo Requests for Andrew Garfield, Dylan O'Brien, and OBX ARE OPEN!

i’m so sorry i’m in such a dylan mood lately so whenever you’re ready… more dylan smuts??? no rush i love your writing sm (i can’t think of any plots/concepts SORRY)

dylan o'brien x female reader

warning: 18+, sexual situations, unprotected sex, etc....

"Stop it," He spoke before bringing the beer bottle to his lips, taking a small sip before setting it down. His brown eyes looked over towards you, a playfulness causing them to sparkle slightly.

"I'm not doing anything," You smirked, as you leaned back against the couch.

The two of you sat on the floor in front of the large couch in Dylan's living room. A movie was playing on the scene and the take-out the two of you ordered was on the coffee table that was moved to the side. It was his first night back home from Shreveport after a long few months of shooting.

Slowly your eyes traveled down his body as he looked back towards the tv, his arm slung over the seat of the cushion and angling his body towards you slightly. Your bottom lip was pulled between your teeth as you bit down on it slightly. You crossed your legs to alleviate the pressure between your legs more.

"Stop moving," Dylan spoke, his eyes focused on the television in front of him, but his tone holding authority. Your back straightened slightly and almost immediately stopped moving.

His hand moved up to grasp the back of your neck, giving it a gentle squeeze, before slowly turning to face you. His eyes were dark and hooded as he stared towards you, a smirk slowly spreading across his lips as he stared towards you.

"You're supposed to be watching the movie," Dylan spoke, his thumb rubbing against the back of your neck. You shuttered slightly from the soft touch.

"You're home for the first time in months as you're asking me to watch a movie?" You pouted and leaned into his touch.

Dylan let out a soft breathy laugh, leaning forward slightly to place the bottle off to the side. His hand moved away from your neck which caused a frown to play on your lips. Dylan came back and turned towards you more, pulling your body closer to his.

"Did my baby miss me?" Dylan's hand moved to cup your cheek, his larger hand warm against your skin. Your eyes stayed locked on his as you stared up towards him.

You nodded your head as a soft whimpered sounded from you. That caused the corner of Dylan's lip to turn up slightly.

"Good cause I missed you too,"

Soon his lips were against yours, the kiss soft and slow. You sagged and seemed to melt into him. His beard scratched against your face as the kiss deepened. Dylan moved his hand back to grab the back of your neck again, angling your head as his tongue slipped past your lips. Your hand moved along his chest and fist his shirt needing to feel him closer - even with his body pressed against yours, it didn't feel like enough.

The two of you pulled apart with panted labored breaths. You moved quickly to straddle over his lap before bending down and kissing him again. Dylan's hands moved down and grabbed at your waist before slowly traveling down to grab your ass. Your hips began to grind against him, slowly feeling his cock harden beneath you. The ache building between your legs only seemed to grow as you felt him pressed against you.

"I need you inside of me," You whimpered with your forehead against his, but your hips still moving in a slow rhythm.

You watched as a look crossed over Dylan's face before soon you two were moving. A small gasp of surprise left your lips as soon you were laid across the living room floor with the soft carpet beneath you. The two of you moved frantically to remove each other's clothes. The need for each other was becoming too much where for a moment you thought for a second something was going to snap within you. Dylan didn't even wait for your bra to be removed from your body before he was between your legs. He spread you wide and open for him before thrusting into you.

Your back arched as you felt him for the first time in months. You could feel every inch as his cock stretched you. Your nails dug into the carpet beneath you as Dylan's hips pulled back before slamming back into you. You were so wet and needy his cock was able to move in and out of your slick heat easily. You moaned his name as you slowly spread your legs wider for him, wanting to feel him deeper. You needed it.

"Holy...fuck..." Dylan moaned in your ear, his voice thick and deep with lust. His hands were planted on either side of you, holding up his weight as he moved above you.

The way he was fucking you was hard, needy, and erratic. You could feel the tension and need to cum building at the base of your spine and moving up. Dylan pulled back and held your face so you were looking up towards him, slowing down for a moment so that every thrust was deliberate.

Your legs began to shake as he hit that sweet spot inside of you. It made your toes curl and moan his name a little louder.

"Love hearing you baby, watching you fall apart beneath me." Dylan moaned. He knew that he was close, going so long without you making it difficult to last. But he needed you to cum first. He needed to feel your pussy clench and pulse around his cock before he filled you.

"Dylan..." You whimpered with a shaky, strained voice.

"I know baby, I know." He spoke softly before kissing your lips softly, "I feel it too...can feel your pussy wet and tight around me. Cum for me."

That was all you needed. You thrust your hips up to meet with his before you were shaking. You called his name out like a chant as you came for him. Dylan reached down and angled your hips up slightly before he pressed tightly against you. His head buried into the crook of your neck as he filled you. You wrapped your arms and legs around him to hold him as close as possible.

The two of you laid there, nearly bare, tangled against each other. Your skin was slick and hot with sweat with him pressed tightly against your body. Your hands moved up his neck and scratched along his shaved head before traveling back down his back. Dylan shook slightly before pulling back and looking down towards you. A soft and lazy smile was on both your lips as you stared towards each other.

"Holy shit," Dylan chuckled softly, looking over the two of you. He saw that he hadn't even gotten his boxers off fully, with it wrapped around his right ankle slightly.

You laughed along with him and shook your head, "I don't know why you wanted to wait."

Dylan shrugged before laying against you more but making sure to not press his full weight onto you. "I wanted to see how long we would last."

"We lasted less than an hour into the movie," you chuckled.

Lazy morning sex with Dylan. You just wake up and he’s already inside you cause he had such intense morning wood he just needed relief so he’s apologizing and saying just the sexiest shit to you as he’s slowly fucks you.

he never stopped apologizing for how desperate he'd be in the morning. it was never like that before you, but when even in his dreams he has to deal with your teasing, it's the only thing he can do. just let himself get hard and throbbing under his sheets, to the point of waking up in pain and dripping droplets of cum all over the sheets.

he'd even given up on sleeping with anything on because he either just fall asleep naked after fucking you or wake up ready to fuck you raw. there was no use and after seeing how he'd cum all over his boxers in his sleep, it was his best solution.

when you wake up, he'd not just inside you, he's cumming deep already and you can feel how much there is without needing to look. the way he's grunting a mix of profanities and apologies to you while jerking his hips against the swell of your ass makes your pussy quiver and makes him whimper in that morning voice that ruins you ln the spot.

"f-fuck... sorry baby... woke up from another fucking dream... i needed to feel you... you're even killing me in my sleep bunny... you and that divine pussy just swallowing me deep and getting me all wet and warm."

he starts moving slowly, trying to keep himself from cumming again because god does he want to. the moment you cling on his arm, letting out little sounds if pleasure and biting on his flesh to compose yourself, he knows it's coming. he can feel his soft tip press on your cervix and ypur walls tighten around him so nicely, he can't think of pulling out.

you're taking his thrusts in your warm cunt just like he likes it, moaning in the pillows while he's moaning against your shoulder. when you look to the side, you can see how fucked out he is, his face just trying not to fall victim to the pleasure. he's already lost. he's going slow, taking his time and letting his sack softly rub on your cum covered folds. he keeps you close by grabbing your shoulders and kissing between your shoulder blades. you feel his warm breath his your skin and you can feel the vibration of his moans on you. he's about to bust, his balls just so full, he'll need a little more than one round to truly be satisfied.

for hours he's whispering nasty shit into your ears while letting his cum just cover every surface of your throbbing pussy.

"feel how hard i get for you bunny ? the sun's barely up and... and i'm already ready t-to fuck you silly all over the house... bet you'd like that huh ? dirty little cockslut.... taking my cock like a dream and keeping yourself full of cum. bet you want me to use that mouth too ? get your belly so full, you won't need to eat..."

with that and his fingers on your clit, you bet he's making sure that you cum just as much as he does (if not more).

hello 🥺🥺 idk if you're willing to do smut or anything nsfw, but i was wondering if you'd be willing to do something where u and stiles take each other's virginities?

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it was date night for you and stiles. aka the first time you’d been alone together in what felt like forever, even though it’d only been about a week. being friends with werewolves, banshees, and kitsunes came with its own challenges, and not getting any time to spend together just the two of you was one of them.

but tonight, a saturday, it was just you and him watching star wars. it was one of his favorite film franchises, and he’d been trying to get you to watch it for months. you finally gave in, and he brought over all of his dvds.

you were laying on the couch in his living room, his dad working overnight at the sheriff’s station.

you were laying on the edge with him behind you, his arm wrapped around your front. he had his head propped up in his palm to see over you.

it was going smoothly until you adjusted your position, unintentionally grinding into his crotch. you could immediately feel the energy in the room grow tense, awkwardness filling your bodies.

“sorry,” you mumbled, looking back to see a red stiles focusing on the tv. and that was when you could feel his growing erection pressing into your back.

“no, i’m sorry.”

he leaned in to kiss you, and you kissed him back. you reached up to place your hand on his cheek, pulling him closer.

only a second later, you were on your back with him between your thighs, kissing you softly. when his lips moved to your neck, you took in a deep breath.

“stiles,” you whispered, making him look at you. “neither of us have done this before.”

it was as if he remembered that both of you were virgins, and his demeanor changed. he got nervous and anxious, his breathing growing unsteady.

“do you not want to?”

you nodded quickly. “i do. i just... maybe we shouldn’t do this on the couch.”

“oh. good point.”

“you get the condoms, i’ll meet you in your room, yeah?”

this time, it was his turn to quickly nod, jumping off of you and practically sprinting upstairs with you close behind.

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your head hit his pillow, his body pressing you into the mattress. his lips met yours quickly as he ground into you. his hands reached up into your shirt and you gasped at the sensation of his icy fingers, allowing him to slip his tongue into your mouth.

kissing him made you feel lightheaded and flustered, fuzziness clouding your vision. his hands worked softly and slowly under the fabric, enjoying how your skin felt on his fingertips. he took in every inch of you, trying to memorize it. his kiss slipped back to your neck again, and they left tiny hickeys everywhere they touched.

you tugged on his soft hair to get him to come back up to your lips, then worked your way down his neck. he let out a shallow moan at the contact and shut his eyes, savoring the feeling of your mouth on his neck.

you kissed and licked, smiling as he slowly lost it. you reached down and tugged his shirt over his head, taking in the sight of his slightly-toned abdomen.

“my eyes are up here,” he joked, making you chuckle. you sat up slightly to take off your shirt, causing him to gulp at the view.

“my eyes are up here,” you mocked and he smirked, pushing you onto your back gently, kissing down your chest. your eyes rolled to the back of your head as he kissed across your half-exposed breasts, cupping them as he did.

you arched your back and reached under you to unhook your bra, and that was when his breathing stopped.

“is something wrong?” you asked, nervousness laced in your voice.

“no,” he said quickly. “you’re just... so beautiful.”

you felt your cheeks go red as you giggled, pulling him back in for a kiss. he snaked his hands down to the waistband of your pants, slipping his hand into your underwear and dipping a finger under the fabric to feel how wet you were. you gasp at the contact, and he continued kissing you.

“stiles,” you moaned into his mouth, making a groan exit his. “shit... that feels good.”

“yeah?”

“mhm.”

a few seconds later, he pulled his hand out of your underwear, pulling the rest of your clothes off your body and tossing them onto the floor. you, out of habit, pressed your thighs together, hiding your lower body from his eyes.

he gently pulled your thighs apart, hungry yet kind eyes tracing your skin.

“why are you trying to hide from me?” he asked gently in the tone of voice that made your heart flutter. it wasn’t a commanding or rude tone, in fact just the opposite. it was gentle, concerned.

“because you’re the first person to see me naked in a long time.”

he dipped his head down and kissed your knee, maintaining eye contact with you.

“you don’t have to cover yourself. i promise.”

you nodded, and a split second later, he was on his stomach with his head between your legs.

“i, uh, don’t really know what i’m doing,” he confessed, making you giggle.

“it’s okay. just do what you think you should do.”

almost with hesitation, he licked a stripe up your clit, making you gasp involuntarily.

“did that feel good?” he asked with concern in his voice. you nodded, and he went back to work.

your body squirmed, your back arched, and your toes curled. moans tumbled from your lips and you reached down to tug his hair.

him being a virgin made you assume he had no idea what he was doing, but you were wrong. he knew exactly what to do, and he was damn good at it.

but it didn’t last long, as he pulled away less than a minute after starting.

“is something wrong?” you asked, noticing he was moving his jaw.

“my jaw hurts,” he said defeatedly.

you couldn’t help but burst out laughing at the way he said it, gripping his face and kissing him.

you pushed his pants and underwear down with your feet before wrapping your hand around his length, causing a shudder to run down his body. he squeezed his eyes shut as you continued kissing and stroking him, a desperate whine leaving his throat.

he reached over to the nightstand where he’d laid the box of condoms and pulled one out, all while trying not to knock the box onto the floor.

“do you know how to put one of those on?” you asked sarcastically, making him give you a look.

“i think i can figure it out.”

he looked back at you when it was on, and he leaned down to gently kiss you.

“are you sure about this?” he asked, making you smile.

“yes, stiles. i’m sure. do you want to?”

he gave you a look, as if to say ‘isn’t it obvious?’

“absolutely.” he reached down and lined himself up with your entrance, and you took in a deep breath. “ready?”

you nodded frantically. “yeah.”

he gently pressed into you, and you silently gasped, your eyebrows turning upward and your mouth dropping open. an involuntary moan filled his ears, which in turn made him groan.

once he bottomed out, he looked at you. “good?”

“good.” he kissed you for a moment, and he slowly pulled out before thrusting back in.

even though this was new, it was a thrilling sensation, one that made your stomach flip. your eyes stayed locked with his and his lips parted slightly, a groan low in his throat.

it was soft and slow, and you could feel every part of him — his skin against yours, his heartbeat in his chest, his hands, which were now gripping yours and holding them above your head.

one hand left yours and, a second later, you felt his fingers rubbing circles onto your clit, which made you jump. you let out a loud moan and he did the same in response, pulling you back in for another kiss.

“stiles, i think- i think i’m close.”

almost as if he knew exactly what to do, he picked up his pace to a fast but still gentle one. your knees pressed into his sides as the coil in your stomach built quicker than you anticipated it would.

you’d had orgasms before, considering you’d masturbated quite a few times. but none of the buildups for them had been anything like this one. this one was different.

it was like you were underwater, desperately trying to swim to the surface. you were kicking your feet and paddling your arms to the point they were on fire, fighting for that breath of air.

and then suddenly, you got to the surface.

your legs trembled like they never had before, your eyes were screwed shut tightly, and your hands gripped his shoulders, your nails digging into the skin.

it took everything in you not to scream out — not to scream his name.

and as swiftly as it’d started, it ended. he’d stopped his motions, allowing you to catch your breath.

you’d fantasized about your first time a lot, and in none of those fantasies did you cum. you figured whoever you’d lose it to would also be inexperienced, so you didn’t anticipate for them to be able to make you feel good.

but wow were you wrong.

“you good?” he breathed.

“so good,” you responded. “you feel so good, stiles. so good.”

starting his movements again, he went a bit faster now, but still slow enough to not overwhelm you. he pressed open mouthed kisses to your neck and jaw, moaning as he did so. you admired the sound, thinking his moan had to be the hottest sound you’d ever heard, and you could sense he was also close.

he moaned your name, which almost made you cum right then and there. as he came, his pace and rhythm changed to a choppy, quick one, compared to his smooth, gentle one.

he rested his forehead on yours as he finished, both of you panting loudly. neither of you moved for a few minutes, absorbing the fact that neither of you were virgins anymore.

a giggle formed in your throat and you smiled as he looked at you, chuckling to himself. he kissed you once more before pulling out of you slowly, which made you softly moan. when he was laying back down next to you, he reached down and gripped your hand.

neither of you spoke. and you rolled onto your side to rest your head on his shoulder.

“you okay?” he asked, still playing with your fingers.

“absolutely.”

“good.” he kissed the top of your head, wrapping his arm around you. “i’m glad you were my first.”

you looked at him. “me too.” he kissed you one last time before getting comfortable and closing his eyes, the two of you eventually drifting off to sleep.