Faerie Guardian | Stiles x reader

6-Warnings

When she got in his jeep she was the one to put his hand on his lap this time. She gave him a cheeky smile and he smirked at her. "If you feel my jeans tighten, sorry not sorry," he says with a mono voice as he starts the vehicle. Just then she started to feel his pants tighten against her hand. He winces at the pain from them being too tight.

"You could just unbuckle them." This time her voice had no innocence; it was rife with suggestiveness.

"We both know if I unbuckle my belt it would make matters worse," he states glancing at her. He had one hand on the wheel and the other on her hand that rested on his jean-clad thigh.

Sloan shrugs. "We're both consenting, yeah?"

He then eyes her again and moves to unbuckle his pants. She slaps his hand and does it for him. "Gosh, Cherry... Don't touch it like that," he gasps. Her finger grazes his zipper again and she unzips it for him.

She could see his length straining against his boxers. She hums at him and slaps the hem of his boxers on his hips. He responds with a groan, his hand now gripping tighter on the wheel. She looks up at him and grins; she plants a kiss next to the area where his cock laid under the cloth. His hand interlocks with her curl locks, forcing her head to stay put.

"Don't tease me, little girl," he warns with a tug of her red curls. She whimpers at him and he glances at her. She looks at him through her flowing lashes, her breath now fanning against his length. "If you don't listen to me I'm going to take you to my house and fuck you raw, Alex," he warns using her birth name so she could get the hint. She sticks her tongue out at him, slowly and surely leaving a long lick to his twitch length covered by his blue boxers. The car swerves to the right, and he drives faster. Within a few teasing minutes he was at his house.

She squeals when he pulls her out of her seat through his door, carrying her on his shoulder. He leaves a hard smack to her bottom that causes her to kick with joy. He grabs her legs to refrain from her kicking. "I told you, little girl... Do not tease me! And what did you do? You disobeyed."

He throws her onto his bed and kisses her hard. His tongue intrudes her mouth as he pins her down to his blue plaid comforter with one hand. His other goes what he wanted to hold all day: her breast. He plays with them, sighing in contentment that vibrates their synced mouths.

His lips trail to her lips, to her cheeks, her jaw. Lastly, his lips visited her neck: which he wanted to grab with his hand. "Such a brat, are you?" Stiles asks her with that condescending tone she loved. She nods at him and bites her bottom lip. Sloan's hooded eyes blink at him and she whispers to come here. He chortles at her and leans to kiss her once more.

"I'm only a brat for you, Daddy."

"That's right, my cherry. You're all Daddy's now," he says between kisses on her lips. He licks her lips, his tongue intruding her mouth once more. Her jaw hurt from how much he kissed him; her wrists became sore from how hard he gripped them. "Gonna mark you up so everyone knows your Daddy's... Would like that, baby?"

Sloan squeezes her thighs: She wants to get any friction she can get. His knee kicks her legs open, "Don't be doing my job."

"I thought you were going to fuck me raw," she asks, mimicking his condescending tone.

His jaw clenches and flips her onto her hands and knees. He shoves her underwear down and pushes her face into his pillow. He shoves two fingers into her dripping cunt, lapping at her clit. He could hear her moans into his pillow and he moved her so she could breathe properly all while never stopping his fingers that were thrusting into her velvet walls. "Taste supernal," he groans and continues licking at her little fleshy button.

Of course, he would use the word that she taught him, she thought before he added another finger. "That's it, baby. Scream for Daddy." He continued to move his fingers at a slow pace concurrently praising her for how pretty she was. "Pretty little pussy," he hums before sticking his tongue into her. He doesn't remove his fingers, completely stretching her pussy so his cock could fit.

He flips her again and removes all of his clothes. He wanted to feel her now. He stands on his knees below her on the bed. He was fisting his cock with his head flung back as his eyes trained on her. "My little faerie, hmm?" he hums. She makes grabby hands and he chuckles. He shakes his head. "I told you I'm fucking you raw, you don't get pleasure tonight."

"Tonight?"

"You think I'm gonna taste your sweet pussy and let you go? Oh no, no... You're my little slut, mama," he growls predatorily. "All fucking mine," he exclaims darkly as he shoves his thick girth into her tight pussy. He throws his head back and starts moving, not caring for her to adjust. She seems to love it as her nails dig into his back, along with her ankles locking behind his back.

"Stiles, please," she screams. She couldn't do anything but take his pistoning cock. He positioned her on her hands and knees again, grabbing her wrists and pulling on them so she had to sit on her knees.

"Hmm? What's that? Who are you talking to?" He fucks her harder, with more determination for his orgasm. "I think you're hallucinating because I don't see a Stiles," he sneers slapping her thick ass. He grips it, spreading her cheeks apart. He spits on her ass and spreads his spit onto her unused asshole. He plays with it, his finger circling it. He slaps her ass again. "Say it: say you're sorry for misnaming me, slut."

Sloan had tears falling from her face; Not that she cared. Her senses were overloaded with how exhilarated she felt. With his cock, his filthy words, and the position; she couldn't get enough of it. His cock was so thick she felt like she'd never be able to take someone else ever again. The stretch was painful and overall intoxicating.

"I'm sorry, Daddy- Just please don't fucking stop!" Her moans were high-pitched, similar to that of a pornstar. She didn't know she could be around like that. Or that anyone genuinely sounded like that for that matter.

"Don't even think about cumming, baby. you don't fuckin' deserve that... Teased me all day with that dress..." His strong hand gripped her tit, slapping it slightly. This causes a reaction: her wall clenches around him.

"Gosh, do you want me to cum in you?" he asks her sternly. She whimpers at him, her head throwing back to look at him. "Please, Daddy; I need your cum."

He lets out another chuckle. "You want me to cum in you?" he reiterates. "You want me to fill you up with my child? Yeah? I bet you'd look so fuckin' hot with my seed dripping from your cunt." He groans feeling his orgasm rounding the corner. He slaps her ass, watching her skin recoil with each thrust. He tugs on her hands and pulls her against his body. He licks at her neck while his hands play with her right nipple.

"I'm so close, Daddy; Please. Let me cum, I'll be good! I'll do a round two, I'll suck your cock- anything please just let me-"

Stiles caves in. "Alright baby, You can cum for me; Just gotta cum with me." His breathy moans were right in her ear. He sporadically spoke filthy things into her ear, successfully talking her through to her orgasm. She cums without warning making him spread his seed into her velvety cave. "Oh, baby... Filling my little slut up..."

He pushes her onto her face after they climax. He plays with her pussy a bit more, his cock leaving and being replaced with his fingers. She hears a few clicks of a camera and she turns around. "Really Stiles?" He flips her off then spreads her pussy for a better picture.

"How much is plan b?" Stiles asks suddenly. Sloan giggles and hums at him. "I don't need plan B... I'm a faerie; We can only get pregnant in a ritual."

Stiles smirks at her. "All I hear is I get to fuck you raw every damn day." he slaps her ass again and groans watching his cum leak out of her. He shoves his semi-hard cock back into her. "Round two like you said," he chuckles.

Written: 12/16/23
Last edited: 12/16/23
Published: 12/16/23