14:03 seconds of Stiles Stilinski edits
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WARNING: SCOTT MCCOCKBLOCK
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You’re lost in the feeling of Stiles’s tongue lapping your folds to hear the front door open. Usually, you could hear it from your bedroom, but from the way Stiles’ tongue flicks at your clit, wrapping his sweet lips around your clit and sucking, it’s hard to even think about anything else.
“Stiles, please, I need you,” you beg, hands pulling at his hair. He groans against you, and if it weren’t for the fact that he sat up, you probably would’ve cum from that feeling alone. Quickly, he rolls the condom on his cock before hovering over you. He kisses you, his lips lingering above yours as he slides in. Your hands clasp around his biceps, a soft whine escaping your lips as he stretches you out.
“mm, fuck,” Stiles moans, his hand moving from your hips to the headboard, using it as leverage to thrust harder. It was almost impossible to keep yourself quiet; his cock feels too damn good inside you, and you know Stiles loves when you moan and whimper his name.
Stiles shifts your leg to hook around his waist; the new angel causes his cock to reach deeper into you. He slams his hips harder into you; the mattress squeaks beneath you with each thrust.
“Stiles!” You scream as his fingers reach down and circle your clit. Everything about him feels so good, and you can feel the fire building in the pit of your stomach. “I’m gonna-“
“That’s it, princess. Cum for me,” he praises, voice low as he grunts. He feels his cock twitch inside you while your pussy clenches around him. You’re whimpering curses, fingers scraping his back as he makes you feel so good.
“Stiles, fuck,” you whimper once more before you feel the cord snap from within your pussy. Your walls pulsate around his cock, head feeling light as you see stars. Stiles cums shortly after you. He always came quickly from watching you cum, knowing that he’s the one that’s able to make you cum hard like that.
“what the actual fuck did I just walk into?” Scott asks, a mixture of bewilderment and wrath in his voice. You and Stiles froze, his body shielding you from Scott.
“Uh, I can explain….” Stiles mumbles.
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