Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Learn Your Lesson

Warnings: smut, sex, spanking, swearing, daddy kink, Dom!Stiles

"Alright so it looks like we'll have to split into groups for the living arrangements so split up." Coach yelled and separated the class into two groups, one headed to the second floor while your group headed to the third.

"How long do we have to stay here?" You moaned when you flumped down on one of the beds and flinched when you didn't bounce or sink into it.

"Well the trip lasts just under two weeks and most of the time we'll be sightseeing or doing something Coach's arranged." Lydia muttered and decided to take the next bedroom when Stiles claimed the bed in the room you'd chosen.

"Great." Stiles sighed and flopped his arms over his head.

"What's she doing?" Stiles scoffed and the group turned to see you inspecting a painting while Theo lent in close and said something that made you snort and walk away from him.

"Making fun of Theo." Scott mumbled truthfully.

"No she's flirting with him, she patted my head when I told her good morning, you know what we usually do in the mornings?" Stiles shrugged when everyone groaned and moved onto the next room.

The day passed uneventfully, except for at lunch time when Theo tried to sit next to you and Stiles kicked his chair as he sat down, resulting in an angry growl as he hit the floor.

"Hey Babe?" Stiles muttered when he rolled over and toppled the TV remote off the bed. "(Y/N)?"

He shot up when the room was void of your peacefully sleeping body so he grabbed some joggers and a shirt, hurrying to find where you were. He paused outside the shower room but shook his head and carried on, turning back when he could hear you humming slightly off tune.

"(Y/N)!" Stiles yelped when the door easily swung open and he found you completely naked dancing in the shower.

"Hey Stiles." You hummed and stopped when he sighed and put his hands on his hips before deciding to lock the door.

"Do you understand that anyone could have just walked in here and seen you naked, anyone like Theo or Scott or..." Stiles rambled on and you giggled.

"Stiles no one's awake." You smiled and rung your hair before stepping out.

"Oh... oh that's great just walk around wet and naked, we're not at home (Y/N)." Stiles shook his head and turned to face you.

"What're you gonna do about it?" You hummed with a smirk.

"I'm gonna get you a towel then put you over my shoulder and carry you back to our room and when I'm done with you, you'll scream so loud the wolves won't be able to sleep." Stiles smirked when you struggled to keep your face straight, on the rare occasion Stiles would let his more dominant side out, he became a little rougher and you couldn't help but hope he was wound up enough to let go.

"And how are you going to make me scream..." You lent in close and nipped at his earlobe before standing on your tip toes. "Daddy?"

There was a minute where Stiles was flustered and pulled a face as he swayed a little before decisively gripping your hips, turning you round, and bending you over to grip the sides of the sink.

"First Daddy's going to spank you for being a bad girl and flirting with Theo... then he's going to fuck you till you can't stand." Stiles muttered and kissed your shoulder.

He ran a hand down your back, long fingers sliding between your thighs to tease your core, before pulling away and suddenly coming down with a sharp slap. He groaned as he sucked purple marks into your neck as each slap had you making a noise that jolted straight through him.

"You learnt your lesson yet?" Stiles muttered as he stroked a hand over the faint red mark he'd left.

"Uhu." You whimpered and he chuckled stepping closer behind you as he unstrung his joggers.

"I'm sorry I didn't understand that." Stiles muttered as he ground against your ass and forced a groan from you when you felt how hard he'd become.

"I'm sorry, I mean yes I've learnt my lesson Daddy." You hummed and he chuckled.

"Good girl." He pushed his joggers down and pushed you to bend further forward and took your wrists in one hand.

"Oh god Stiles!" You groaned as he parted your legs and slid into you.

His free hand gripped your hips and each thrust was rough. He watched your face in the mirror, a satisfied smirk on his lips, seeing your eyes roll and you mouth fall open as strings of incoherent words flowed from you.

"Are you gonna come for me (Y/N)?" Stiles hummed and you groaned.

"Yes Daddy." You groaned and he abandoned his grip on your wrists so he could hold both your hips.

"Such a good girl, cum for me baby." Stiles hummed as your walls clenched around him and his fingers wondered down to circle your clit.

He let out a victorious grin and a muffled chuckle when you came and let out a loud groan that he was pretty sure everyone could hear, wolf or not. When your legs wobbled he finished tugging up his joggers and slid his shirt off, handing it to you, grabbing the towel that had fallen to the floor and scooped you up.