Teen Wolf Imagines

Give You What You Like//Stiles

***Taken from (@sincerelystiles) SMUT!!!***

I scurry to the bed, grabbing my phone and unlocking it as quickly as possible, noticing I had a text from Scott to tell me he was on his way over. I smile at the text before going onto Stiles' contact. I twiddle my thumbs over the screen of my phone, furiously typing an apology to my boyfriend.
Me: sorry i couldn't make it to the game baby, lydia texted me the scores! I'm so proud of you baby well done! Xx
I knew he wouldn't have chance to reply, he was currently blindfolded in the back of Scott's car and would be here within the next few minutes. I throw my phone back onto the bed and pull the desk chair into the middle of the room, grabbing the wrist restraints from my bag and setting them on the bed. I make my way toward the mirror hanging on the back of the bedroom door and I ruffle my hands through my hair, tightening the satin robe and nodding at myself with approval.
The sound of the front door opening catches my attention and I squealed silently in excitement. Muffled voices and harsh footsteps against the wooden stairs echo through the house and the excitement within me almost becomes too much to contain. I sit crossed legged on the bed, taking a deep breath as the bedroom door creaks open.
"Bro come on what the fuck are you doing?" My heart flutters at the familiar chuckle and I smile up at the boy. Scott leads Stiles toward the chair and instructs him to sit in his seat, helping me tie his hands to the sides of the chair. "Have fun, Stiles." Scott laughs at his best friend, sending me a wink before leaving the room and closing the door behind him.
"What? Scott? Scotty!? What the fuck!?" Stiles yells. I smile to myself, watching as he furrows his eyebrows beneath the blindfold and my eyes gaze over him adoringly. His lacrosse uniform always turned me on, and right now it was doing more than just that. I walk around the chair, standing behind him and pressing my small hands on his shoulders and slowly run them down his chest, his body flinching at the sudden touch.
"I'm sorry I missed your game." I speak softly, his whole body tensing beneath my touch and I smirk to myself. "Y- Y/N?" Stiles stutters and I smile to myself again, my lips hovering over his ear as I let out a breathy chuckle. "I- I thought you were back home in the city?" He questions, confusion laced in his voice. "I was," I begin, my voice soft and innocent until the next sentence drips from my lips. "But this was your final game, and I just had to see you in that sexy uniform one last time, daddy."
"Fuck. Princess, holy shit, I've missed you." He rasps and I moan in agreement, walking around him as my finger traces over his shoulder, down his collarbone and chest until it stops at the hem of his shirt. "I missed you too, daddy." I crouch onto my knees, pulling his legs apart and setting myself between them. My hands roam up his chest and back down again, running over the tent that had grown in his pants.
I grin at the sight, his almost fully erect cock before me as I teasingly rub my hand over his bulge. "Y/N." He warns, but I ignore it, continuing my assault until I felt his full erection beneath my hands. I loop my fingers into the waistband of his lacrosse shorts and tug them down his legs, along with his boxers. His cock springs free at it's full potential and a small moan slips from my lips as Stiles gasps at the cold air hitting him. I wrap my hand around him, revelling at the power and control I had over him.
"Be a good girl, kitten, and take this blindfold off." He growls, although his demand lacked any dominance or authority. I lick my lips with anticipation, rubbing the pad of my thumb over his oozing tip, smearing the already present precum over his cock. "But I don't wanna be a good girl." I wrapped my warm lips around him, causing him to choke on his unspoken words. His wrists tug against the restraints, hands flexing before he balls them into a fist, body jolting as I slide my mouth further down his cock.
"Baby, shit. You're in big trouble." Stiles seethes through gritted teeth, his head rolling back as I watch him lose all control. I hum around his length, hollowing my cheeks as my tongue flattens against him, rubbing against the underside of his cock as I continue my assault. "Untie me, now!" His wrists tug aggressively, my panties only soaking more at the sound of his filthy groans and pleads.
I pull my lips back up his shaft, sucking his tip before removing him with a pop; a long trail of saliva connecting from my tongue to the tip of his cock. "Holy shit." He gulps, his breathing irregular and I stand back onto my feet. The noise of my movement causes him to frantically move his head around and I giggle to myself, standing between his legs again. I rest my hands on his shoulders, bending over slightly and I press my lips against his.
Stiles kissed back hungrily, like I would be his last meal and I moan at the feeling of his soft lips, longing for them to be somewhere else. "Kitten, untie me. Don't make daddy angry and make him punish you." He growls once more against my lips and I pull away with a smirk. I leave his presence completely, tugging my robe off and sitting myself onto his desk with my legs spread wide. "But I like when daddy's angry. And I like when he punishes me." My tone was innocent yet as seductive as I could possible make it.
I slide my fingers between my legs, swiping a finger over my soaked panties and I whimper in pleasure. Stiles hears my barely audible moan and tugs at the restraints again. My eyes latch onto his hard cock standing at attention and I roll my hips against my hand, my moans becoming louder with every swipe. My head rolls back and I imagine my fingers were Stiles'- something I had been doing for months.
"Fuck!" My eyes snap open as the words spew from his mouth and my movements still. Stiles was now standing, chest heaving beneath his red jersey and the blindfold was torn into shreds in his hands. His eyes bore into my lace covered chest before they travel down to my hand, a growl falling from his lips when he notices how wet I really was.
I watch as his gorgeous honey eyes darken into a chocolatey brown shade. His hair had grown out since the last time I'd seen him, his facial structure a lot more defined. "You, are in deep trouble, kitten." Stiles begins, taking small steps toward me. I gulp in excitement, reveling in the way his dominant side made its appearance.
"Teasing daddy like that. Were you asking for a spanking?" He questions, standing between my open legs and gripping my wrist, moving my hand away from my throbbing heat. Although I knew it was a rhetorical question, I desperately wanted to argue back and tell him that's exactly what I was hoping for. But, I knew if I did that, he wouldn't give it to me.
His hot breath fans over my blushing cheeks, his hands finding my knees and they run up my thighs feverishly. "You've been a bad bad girl, Y/N." Stiles growls, his thumbs pressing into my hips harshly and I whimper at the feeling. His eyes never leave mine as his hands roam up my back, fingers unclasping the lace bra. Goosebumps riddle my skin as he slowly slides the straps down my shoulders, pulling my bra off completely and throwing it across the room; exposing my perky breasts and hardened nubs to him.
His gaze still, never leaves my eyes and my panties begin to drown in the overflowing arousal. "You think it's okay to tease me like that? Did you think you were gonna get away with it?" He questions angrily, eyebrows furrowed and nose slightly crinkled. "Actually daddy, I was kind of hoping I wouldn't." Stiles seems taken back by my words, surprised by my talking back. His expression suddenly changes when he realizes what I was trying to do.
He knew I was trying to get him worked up, and I knew it was working.
With a sudden rush of confidence, I smirk at him and push my fingers against his chest. He takes a step back as I slide down from his desk, pushing him further back until the backs of his knees are hitting against the foot of his bed. "Let me congratulate you for scoring the winning point, daddy." I begin, pushing him on to the bed by his shoulders as he stares up at me. "Let me give you what you like."
Stiles remains quiet, his gaze now firm on my breasts as I straddle his lap. I push him down, his back gently pressing against the bed as he props himself up by his elbows, pushing himself further up the bed until his head hits the pillow. I crawl back up his legs, straddling his waist. His length pressed between his lower stomach and my soaked panties. He moans from beneath me as I grind my hips into his, his cock coating in my arousal as it seeps through the thin fabric of my panties.
His fingers grip the hem of his shirt and I push his hands away with my own, halting all movement and he furrows his eyebrows at me. "I want you to leave it on, baby. I'm not gonna get to see you in it after this." I whine and slowly continue to roll my hips against his. Stiles sits up abruptly, my legs switching from their bent position so they were wrapped around his waist. He ignored my previous request and tore the jersey from his torso anyway.
"I'll put it on for you, whenever you like." He growls. One hand grips my hip whilst the other tangles into my hair from the nape of my neck. He pulls my face closer to his, finally pressing his lips to mine feverishly. Stiles tugs at my hair, earning a moan from my parted lips and he takes that as his opportunity to slide his tongue past my lips. Our tongues dance messily, teeth clashing at noses bumping.
My hands roam up his toned chest, his warm skin riddled with goosebumps under my touch until my fingers tangle into the short hairs at the nape of his neck. He pulls away abruptly, his hands finding my hips as he lifts me from his lap slightly. I watch as his eyes flicker to his lap and I realise what he was saying. I pull my panties to the side, lining his swollen tip at my entrance and he hisses at the sudden wetness.
He slowly lowers me, my walls stretching around him and a loud moan escapes my lips, my head rolling back at the delicious feeling I had been deprived from for months. "Fuck kitten, I forgot how tight you are." Stiles groans, his lips latching onto my hardened nub, teeth gently grazing and his tongue swirling over my breast. My fingers tangle back into his dark hair, pressing his head harder into my chest as I arched my back, slowly rolling my hips against his once I had grown accustom to his generous size.
In one swift motion, Stiles had flipped us over. My back was against the mattress whilst Stiles' chest was flushed tightly against mine, my legs still wrapped high on his waist. "I'm gonna make you cum so hard." His voice was a growling moan, his breath hot on my neck as he began to thrust into me at an ungodly pace. "Fuck, Stiles!" I cried out, tugging harder at his hair and I wouldn't be surprised if I'd managed to pull chunks out. He halts his movements, face pulled from my neck until it was hovering over mine, our noses just a millimeter apart.
His eyes darken to a deep brown, his face stern and I already knew what he was about to scold me for. "What did you just call me?" Stiles demands, and even though it was, in theory, a question, I knew I wasn't to answer with what I had previously said. "I'm sorry, daddy." I whine as seductively as I possibly could. The nickname ushered Stiles to continue his thrusts, but with his new change of position, he was able to hit deeper than I'd thought possible.
"Oh my god!" I howl, my back pressing off the mattress and head rolling into the pillow. Stiles untangles his legs from my hips, pressing one flat on the mattress whilst folding the other between our bodies, leaning it over his shoulder as he relentlessly pounded into me. Another cry of pleasure sounded from my lips and my walls began to tighten around his big cock. "Fuck I missed your tight pussy. You like when daddy fucks you like this, don't you? Like the naughty little girl you are!?" He grunts deeply and I frantically nod my head, not trusting my voice.
Stiles growls again, and by the way his head flew back, I knew he was reveling in the pleasure I brought him when my walls clenched around him involuntarily. He knew I was close. "Use your words princess, or you don't get to cum." He warns, however his fast and sharp pace never falters. "Y- yes da- daddy." I whimpered from beneath him, eyes rolling to the back of my head when one hand leaves my bruised hip to press a finger against my clit. I came almost instantly, a gush of euphoria taking over my body and an animalistic moaned left my lips.
"Fuck!" Stiles cried, thrusting as fast and hard as he could until his cock twitched between my walls, hot spurts of cum shooting into me and he slowly pulls out. My chest was rising high, then falling heavily as Stiles rolled off my stomach and onto the space beside me, my leg finally falling back onto the bed in the process.
"That was so hot."
"Holy shit." I giggle, crawling beneath the covers, even though my body was still on fire and slick with sweat. Stiles rolls beneath the sheets, pulling me into his arms and I rest my head on his chest, listening as his heartbeat began to steady. "I missed you, so much." I whimper, rubbing my cheek against his chest and finally inhaling his sweet vanilla and cinnamon scent. Stiles sits up, my head falling onto the mattress before he props it up and onto the pillow.
Pulling the covers closer to us, he rolls onto his stomach, one hand propping his head up whilst the other brushes softly against my cheek. I smile at the gesture, nuzzling the side of my face into his large hand and pressing a featherlight kiss against his wrist. "I missed you too, Y/N. I hate when you go back home in Maine. My bed's always cold and I have no one to talk to about random shit at three in the morning." He pouts and I can't help but giggle.
I pout back at him, my eyes drooping at the sudden tiredness I now felt. "I'm sorry for not making your game, baby. I got stuck in traffic and I missed you scoring that winning point!" I apologise, that feeling of guilt surging back through me, but that quickly fades when Stiles gently presses his lips onto my forehead. My heart fluttered, skipping a beat as a rose tint sleeted over my cheeks. "Trust me princess, you do not have to apologise. Especially after that." He grins, wiggling his eyebrows and I laugh loudly, which causes him to join my laughter too.
"I love you baby, so fucking much."
"I love you too, Sti." I smile shyly, pecking his lips and pulling him into my arms. My head hit the pillow again, my eyes fluttering closed as Stiles wrapped his arms around my waist, his head lying upon my stomach and I played with his devilish hair until we both fell into a deep, and well deserved slumber.