Stiles Stilinski Imagines

Boss (Part Two)

Warnings: Smut, so much smut, Boss x Sub!Reader deal

Jackson was an asshole. Not only had he bought out the entire company they were supposed to go halves on he'd convinced the company to avoid dealing with him. By the time Stiles had finally reached the top floor of the hotel he was fuming and had several ideas as to how to deal with Jackson. None of them practical.

The only thing that stopped him from slamming the front door was the thought of you, soaking in his tub which could fit Stiles comfortably four times over. Maybe you'd be splayed out on his bed, knees falling apart as your finger dug desperately for your high, moaning and begging for him when you realise that his skilled fingers could give you exactly what you wanted.

But when he finally pushed into the bedroom, the bedroom was empty. He checked the bathroom and even the walk in wardrobe but you were gone. His legs buckled in disappointment, now that he thought about it your deal falling through was more disappointing than losing to Jackson.

With a sigh Stiles tugged at his bowtie, sliding it out of his collar as he walked into the wardrobe and tucked it away neatly. Grabbing a pair of Joggers he headed back to his room, unable to bring himself to be bothered and about the rest of his clothes which the maid could deal with in the morning.

He was about to tug off his boxers when you waltzed into the rom, steaming cup of tea in one hand, a book Stiles hadn't read since college stuck in front of your face. You kneeled on the bed and went to sit down which was when Stiles cleared his throat. "Fuck!" You squeaked. "You're sneaky."

"You're not wet, not naked, nor on my bed." He sighed, eyes raking over the very skimpy lingerie which was so tight and skimpy, that the lacey fabric of your bra looked close to spilling everything he wanted to see. The thought had his cock twitching and he coughed quietly to cover up a groan.

"You know... I am technically on your bed." You pointed out which was rewarded with an eyeroll.

"Excuse me, sir, but you took too long. I was wet and naked, spread out on this bed and moaning so loud i'm surprised you didn't hear me. Getting yourself off is thirsty work." you raised your drink as if to punctuate the sentence which was followed by a long silence.

"That's a cute little outfit, cost much?" Stiles asked which made you frown as you glanced down at yourself rather than watching Stiles walk round the bed.

"Only about...!" You trailed off abruptly when his hands darted out and caressed your breasts while his fingers tore the bra off you, hands immediately replaced with a deft tongue which twisted and lapped over your nipple until they hardened under his touch.

"I'll get you something better to replace it." He muttered and sucked a mark into your collar bone. "I'm feeling pretty tense tonight so as much as I'd like to burry my face between your thighs and taste that sweet sweet pussy I really need to unwind."

"Do you need help Sir?" You asked and looked up at him through your lashes, making him smirk as he got to his feet, tongue darting over his lips, as he pulled his boxers down.

"That's the idea Kitten, i'm gonna need you to kneel up with your hands on the wall." He pointed where he wanted you and you waited as he crawled up the bed behind you.

His hands gently ran up your thighs, open mouthed kisses trailing after the soft touch. Just by the way your moans and gasped shot through him, straight to his cock, he knew he'd maid the right choice by making the deal with you.

"Be a good girl and keep quiet, not touching yourself either and i'll let your cum with me." He muttered, kissing up your back and nipping at your shoulder. "You do either of those things then I'm going to fuck you until you're so close it aches, then i'm going to cover you in my cum and you'll have to wait until tomorrow." He voice rasped in your ear and his hot breath against your neck made your skin tingle.

He pulled away and started kissing your again, starting on one thigh and kissing to the curve of your ass before starting on the other. "Shh Kitten, I want to fuck you but if you keep making noises i'm going to have to follow through on my rules for tonight." he warned, smiling when you buried your face in the crook of your arm to hide the small sounds you couldn't help but make.

Staying quiet proved even more difficult when Stiles teased his tip through your folds, stroking his tip if your clit before slowly rocking into you. He started with slow thrusts, practically feeling the need to scream out at the gentle sensation growing within you.

You could barely contain yourself when he was touching and kissing you, he felt cruel sticking to his rule when he intended to fuck you until you couldn't move.

"Make some noise for me Princess." He cooed but you shook your head, he leant forwards, quickening his pace as he kissed between your shoulderblades. "Please, moan for me Princess?"

The noises that left you egged Stiles' frustratedly rough thrusts on until your throat was so dry you couldn't make a sound. "Are you gonna cum for me?"

"Yes sir." You whimpered and he groaned loudly, his hand skimming down your back before leaving a sharp slap on your ass.

"Come on, I need your pretty little pussy to come around my cock." He grunted. The sound he made when your clenched around him has your legs shaking. His hand rested at the base of your spine now pulling you against him with each thrust, his hips jutting against yours so hard you jolted forwards each time.

With one last thrust he hit exactly the right spot to have your body exploding with utter bliss and it was all you could do to lean against the wall as he continued to thrust, milking himself until he flopped forwards, head resting on your back as he caught his breath.

After a moment of staying still Stiles stretched across the bed and grabbed his phone from the side table. "Susan, send someone to change the sheets and bring up the desert for Miss (Y/L/N)." He ordered, planting a kiss at the base of your spin before heading into the bathroom.

"Don't you need dinner before dessert?" You asked and he chuckled as he helped yo to his feet.

"You telling me you don't want strawberries and champagne that costs more than your rent?" He asked playfully.

"Strawberries and champagne... i've only had them with sugar." You admitted with a smile as he helped you up to steady your feet before leading you to the bathroom where he filled the jacuzzi like bath.

"Was gonna have strawberries and cream but I guess I tired you out enough for one night." He muttered to himself pretending he didn't say anything when you asked him to repeat it.