Faerie Guardian | Stiles x reader

7-Love

Sloan woke up with Stiles kissing her neck. She sleepily giggles at him and hums into his neck. He began sucking, trying to make a new hickey. "Your stupid heightened healing shit removed my glorious work," he grumbles, explaining what exactly he was doing.

"That sounds like a personal problem," Sloan jokes sarcastically. Since she was on her side, he gave her a nice slap to her ass. He watches it recoil and he slaps it again.

"I thought I liked your tits more but I don't know how- I don't know what is my favorite attitude about your body..."

Sloan gave him a teasing shrewd look. "You probably like my mouth more, it talks back and makes you feel good," she says thoughtfully.

Stiles laughs a deep one. It vibrates in his chest and travels to his lips that were kissing her body. The pair were still naked from the previous night; He admired this with his hands. They were traveling her body slowly once more. He already memorized her curves, perfections, and imperfections: She had a few scars on her arms that he thought were self-harm scars. He grazes his thumbs over the slit lines, he glances at her eyes; They looked to becoming glossy with tears. He caresses her face and kisses her deeply, then goes back to her scars and kisses them. He visits the scars that were on her inner thighs and kisses them- He also sucks to replace her harmful marks with love marks: a deep bruised hickey.

"Don't you fuckin' dare harm my cherry again, you hear me?" Stiles growls in a dangerous tone. Sloan pouts but nods frantically.

Sloan hadn't done it for a while... She was proud of herself for doing so...

"I'm 199 days free," she smiles. "I didn't let myself heal so the scars stay." Stiles glanced up from her spread pale thighs. He presses a soft kiss to her clit before coming up to kiss her full lips again.

"Good."

Sloan looks around the room, now noticing how dark it is. The window catches her eyes. It was still night. "What time is it?" she asks suddenly with a soft voice.

"About 3 in the morning," Stiles says before trailing kisses along her body. His hands gripped her hips firmly before he dragged her thighs to place them on his shoulders. "Wanna have some fun?" asked Stiles with a crass voice. Sloan responds with her hands entangled with his soft hair.

"As long as we shower after."

Stiles then looked like a child in a candy store. His eyes were wide with excitement and a happy smile. "Can we shower together?"

"Of course, Daddy," giggled Sloan, and a roll of her eyes.

Stiles groans and shoves his mouth onto her clit. He sucks harshly eyeing her as he does so. Sloan's head throws back and he slaps her thigh to scold her. "Eyes on me, Cherry."

He sucks her clit deliciously, his finger beginning to toy with her labia folds. When he slips a finger in her eyes flutter and her fingers tug on his hair. The vibration from his groan causes her climax to build.

"Mhm, I can have this for breakfast every morning, can I?" Stiles proposes. He leaves a long lick to her slit with the flat of his tongue.

Sloan couldn't respond to him. His fingers curling and massaging her g-spot with the suction of his mouth was just too much for her. The only response she could was needy moans and squirming of her hips.

It was hard for her to keep her eyes open; it was hard to give in to the pleasure and close her eyes. She wanted to...she did. But, she didn't want to defy Stiles. She wanted to be his good girl and take what he gave her. He knew that and rubbed small circles into her hips as praise and a form of comfort.

Apart from her moans, she could hear the squelching sounds from her drenched pussy. Her moans increase when he shoves not one but two fingers into her. They stretch her out while his fingers continue to curl and massage her velvet walls.

"Daddy-" she cums on his face- squirts on him.

"Found it," he hums his fingers continuing to thump against her walls. She screams at him, her hands thrashing around in felicity. Her thighs spread wider as she resumes to squirt.

Stiles drinks her juices and she squeals in embarrassment. "Stiles-" He drags her closer to his face, closing her thighs around his head with his free hand. "Stiles! It hurts-" she whimpers. He hums at her and continues to devour her like a full-course meal. "Don't stop, Daddy; Please."

She could see his hips grinding into the mattress and she forcefully pulled him up at the sight, completely disregarding her last statement. "Let's have some fun in the shower, yeah?"

He doesn't respond with words: He picks her up, her legs instinctively wrapping around his small waist. Turning on the shower and pushing her against the wall, her back arches a tiny bit and he plays with her balls of fatty flesh. "You're the best, you know that?" Stiles moans as he dick rubs through her folds. His hand was guiding it to do so as his lips planted love kisses onto her pasty skin.

"Mhm, you told me that last night," she hums. "Now be quiet with your moans, I don't want Mr. Stilinski up," she giggles delicately. He shakes his head in disapproval. "Don't call him that... I'm the only Mr. Stilinski you need, baby..." chirred Stiles. He licks her soft spot just under her ear. The water sprays on them, which she just now noticed. "He won't wake up, he's learned to block me out."

A beat skipped. "That's gross, Stiles," Sloan laughs with a disgusted face. He only shrugs and pushes his thick length into her. "You love it," exclaimed Stiles as he started thrusting into her.

"I love you," Sloan blurts out. She pauses but he doesn't: His thrusts harden. "Are we on that level now, Baby?" he moves her wet hair off her shoulders. "Are we saying I love you now?" he continues to interrogate. He slaps her ass, which usually was harsh this time he did it in a way to tease her. "I love you too, Cherry," he says with his coarse voice that she loved. Her stomach does backflips and begins to swarm with butterflies.

Her hands were planted against the tiled shower wall. She moves one to push him off and she turns around. He gets the hint and his hands tap her ass, she gets his hint and jumps. Her legs wrap around his waist once more while his erect dick slams into her. She stifles a moan and bites his shoulder to keep quiet. "Oh, my cherry... You're going to make me cum quick if you do that-" he not moans but whimpers. Sloan smiles into her bite and bites him a tad harder. Then he slaps her ass harshly and begins to fuck her harder. Stars fill her vision flooding her systems with ecstasy.

He promptly stills inside her as his cum pants her walls. His body twitches behind her, causing him to plunge deeper against her inviting cervix. "Stiles," she squeaks. He chortles and thrusts slowly to help his orgasm. He removes his cock swiftly and stuffs his fingers into her, causing her legs to fall for stability. Her hand grips his shoulder as he does so. "Gotta leave it in here- So your body just knows how much I fuckin' love ya, baby."

Her eyes close, his eyes training on to her cum-filled pussy. He was too busy to notice that her eyes weren't watching him. Not that he cared, he was having fun watching his cum squeeze out of her. She clenches around his fingers and he groans and kisses her neck softly before going back to deliberately watch thrusting fingers. "Cum for Daddy, baby."

She cums at his words and her nails dig into his shoulders. Her back that was against the tiled wall arches into his body as she shakes with felicity once more. He showers her with kisses, his fingers never leaving her clenching cave. "My blooming little cherry," whispers Stiles to himself. "Could be mistaken for a siren," he chuckles, again to himself. Sloan rolls her eyes and he slaps her clit lightly for the mute attitude. She giggles and slaps her shoulder which gains a slap to her ass. "Careful, little girl or I just may take you again... Or worse at school."

Written: 12/16/23-12/18/23
Last edited: 12/18/23
Published: 12/18/23