Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Self-Employed

Summery: Stiles comes home after a long day at work to find his wife needs a little TLC

Warnings: +18, Swearing, sex, dirty talk, soft!Stiles

Stiles sighed as he let himself into the house, not bothering to turn on the hall light as he shrugged off his coat and kicked off his shoes, letting the greasy overalls with Stilinski stitched on the front pocket fall around his waist. The smell of something delicious hung in the air as he made his way to the kitchen, smiling when he saw the sticky note on the microwave.

"You're too good to me babe." He mumbled, heating his food, searching for a beer as he waited for the beep.

He slid the plate onto the breakfast bar, sipping from the beer bottle as he grabbed a fork from the drying rack by the sink and flipped open the laptop sat on the side. He ate quickly, checking up on what everyone was doing before he dumped everything in the dishwasher.

Stiles froze on his way to your room, a soft moan filled the air, luring him forward until he was stood in the doorway. His mouth fell open a little as he drank in the sight of you, legs splayed, fingers pushed into your panties.

"Oh god, Stiles." You gasped, your body jerking up a little.

"You know I'm good with my hands?" Stiles joked, smiling when you looked over at him and chuckled.

"Girls are different from cars." You smiled when he laughed, tugging off his cloths, dumping them by the hamper until you frowned at him.

"Lucky for you my skills are transferable." He chuckled, shoving the clothes in the hamper before almost diving onto you. "Oh, baby I missed you, I'm sorry I'm home late again."

"It's ok... besides I'm still awake tonight so..." You smiled when he winked at you, gently kissing over your breasts and tugging at each nipple before kissing his way down your stomach.

"Here I was thinking there'd be no desert." He chuckled, glancing up at you as he sealed his lips around your clit.

Your whole body shuddered and arched into Stiles, your fingers finding his hair, a slur of swearing and begging fell from your lips. Just as you were feeling your high build he pulled away, face slicked with your juices and a cheeky grin on his face.

Rolling you over he had you on all fours, using his fingers to clean up his face, lining his cock with your entrance with one hand while he licked his fingers clean. Soft kisses were pressed up your spin as he slid into you, moaning softly at the feel of you, his head falling to your shoulder, one palm flat on the wall as he rocked into you, the bed tapping softly with each movement.

The closer he got to his high, the rougher his thrusts were until his free hand was gripping your hips, slowly sliding around your front to keep you upright as your legs started to give up.

"Hold on baby, just a little longer" He moaned, feeling you clench around him.

His entire body shook as you came, leading him to blow his load as you ground back against him, both of you collapsing in a tangled mess.

"I love you." He muttered as you sleepily looked at him.

"I love you too." You mumbled threw a yawn, closing your eyes as he climbed off the bed, returning with a damp cloth.

"You want to have a shower with me or..." He smiled when he found you'd fallen asleep, using the cloth to clean you up before straitening your pyjamas and tugging the blanket over you.