Teen Wolf Imagines #Wattys2017

Guys Night Out (Part 2)

I climb the stairs to my apartment, ready to throw on some sweats and stuff my face with junk food while watching The Avengers. I can't think of anything better than spending the rest of my night with my hot Marvel men.
"Ooo! Cap and Loki, here I come!" I squeal as I jump the last couple of steps to the landing. I stop dead in my tracks when I see Stiles leaned against the wall next to my front door. "Stiles...whatcha doin'?" I say in a sing-song voice, narrowing my eyes at the Stilinski boy in front of me and take a deep breath.
"Waiting for you," he smiles as he slips his hands in his front pockets.
"Don't lie! You're waiting for Ms. Lee!" I tease, tilting my head and sticking my tongue out at him as I unlock the door and walk into my apartment.
"Hey, Ms. Lee is a very handsome woman! If I was 60 years older..." He clicks his tongue and closes the door behind him, taking off his jacket and throwing it over the armrest before crashing onto my couch.
I'm pretty sure I can guess why he's here. "Sorry my loves, we have to reschedule our date," I dramatically sigh and brush my hand over the DVD case on the counter.
"Are you talking to your movies again? Did you want me to leave you two alone?" He laughs.
"Yes I am, we had a lovely evening planned and I don't want my gorgeous men to think I'm neglecting them," I open a beer and toss the bottle cap at his head. He swats the back of his head, not sure what just hit him.
I lean on the counter and sip on my beer, eyeing the boy sitting on my couch. "Why are you here, Stiles?"
I watch him as he gets up, his movements smooth, almost predatory. He gives me the once over as he stands in front of me, placing his hands on the counter on either side of me. He takes a deep breath and I can hear his heart start to race as he studies my face. "I haven't been able to stop thinking about you all night." There's a huskiness to his voice that suddenly sends a thrill through me.
"That means I did my job," I wink and take another sip of my beer, my eyes seeming to make their way to his mouth as his tongue peeks out to wet his lips.
"You are very good at your job," he squeezes his eyes shut.
"And you're hoping for another taste of what you got earlier," I look into those gorgeous brown eyes and my heart starts to beat faster.
I'm not quite sure how we crossed this line from friends to...whatever is going on here, so damn quickly. Earlier today he was just one of the Stilinski boys I've known since forever. I mean, okay, so I may have always had a thing for the brothers, but I knew nothing was ever going to happen. We've been friends for so long that at some point it just kind of became an unspoken thing. I love them both for different reasons, Stiles with his goofiness and quick wit and Stuart for his brains. They're both fiercely loyal and love with their whole hearts. But neither of them ever really looked at me in that way. Like the way he's looking at me right now. Shit.
I down the rest of my beer and toss the bottle over his shoulder into the trash. I bite my bottom lip nervously, those brown eyes watching me intently. He leans forward and I know he's about to kiss me. I place a hand on his chest and gently push him back, his brows furrow in confusion, he looks hurt for a split second.
"Grab a chair and sit in the living room, I'll be right back," I lightly brush my lips against his cheek, lingering just a little longer than necessary. I smile to myself as I walk to my bedroom.
"O...kay," I hear him breathe out a frustrated sigh.
So, since we're really about to cross this line, I figure I may as well leap over that motherfucker like a hurdle. I pull out my sexiest black corset and matching panties, thigh high stockings and black pumps. My makeup still looks good so I don't need to bother there, so I undo the bun on top of my head and bend over to fluff it up a little and my hair falls around my shoulders in loose waves. I throw on my black silk robe and make my way back to the living room.
The chair is positioned in the middle of the room and he has his back to me. I plug my phone up to the speakers and find the song I've always wanted to use for a time like this. The opening guitar riff to Led Zeppelin's You Shook Me starts.
"Oh god," I hear him mumble and he tilts his head back. "This fucking song," he whispers and I stop for a second and look at him, then smile to myself.
"I have always wanted to dance for someone to this song," I move to stand in front of him.
He wipes the palms of his hands on his jeans, Adam's apple bobbing up and down as his eyes wander down my body.
"One rule," I say and those brown eyes meet mine. "You can't touch me...unless I tell you to," I start to sway my hips slowly and he nods his head as he watches my lower half. "Say it."
"No touching. Got. It." He smiles as he annunciates.
I play with the belt of my robe, teasing him a little before I pull the knot out. I start at my neck and slowly pull the silky fabric off my shoulders to show him what's hidden beneath. He sucks in a breath as the robe falls to the floor, pooling at my feet.
"Goddamn," his hand covers his mouth, pulling down his chin.
I place my legs on either side of him and start to move. The corset, of course, makes my breasts swell, so I position myself right in front of his face. I grab the back of the chair to steady myself as I really start to move, completely taken over by the music. I watch his face as I roll my body against him, his jaw clenched so hard it looks like his teeth may break. His hands are wrapped around the chair at the sides, gripping on for dear life as he tries to restrain himself from touching me. I lower myself, lightly brushing against his lap, then slowly drag my body back up his, intentionally pushing my breasts against his chin.
"Oh f-fuck," he stutters and squeezes his eyes shut for a moment.
"How badly do you want to touch me?" I whisper in his ear and grind into his lap.
"So fucking badly," he says all breathy and it makes my body heat up.
"You're doing so good," I praise him, my hands fist in his hair and I tilt his head back a little so his chin and neck are more accessible.
I brush my lips against his chin and across his jaw, my tongue dragging along as I move down to his neck. He moans loudly and I can feel his cock twitch under me. I rock my hips against him harder and earn another moan. I slowly stand up and turn around, my ass in his face as I shake my hips to the sensual beat.
"Ahhh," he groans and I see him bite down on his fist.
I place my hands on his knees and bend over, wiggling my ass, the cheeky lace boyshorts I have on give him a nice eyeful. I look over my shoulder and notice him flexing his fingers, just hovering over my ass.
"Uh-uh," I smile, shaking my head and he laces his fingers together behind his head.
I seat myself in his lap, grinding my hips into him, the friction from his jeans is delicious and I get more and more turned on the harder I go. I have to bite my lip to contain the moan that threatens to slip out. I reach behind me, trying to feel for his hands, he allows me to take control and I place them on my knees, slowly guiding them up and down my thighs. He leans his head to look over my shoulder, watching me move his hands higher and higher up the insides of my thighs. I lean back against his chest, feeling his heart pounding and he takes a deep breath. His fully hard cock digs into my ass, which fuels me to keep going. As his hands reach the apex of my thighs, I nudge one of his fingers to brush over my pussy and I'm sure he can feel just how wet I am through the thin fabric.
"If you keep torturing me like this, I'm going to come in my pants," he whispers in my ear, his teeth skimming the shell.
"Touch me," I breathe.
Without hesitation, he cups my cunt with one large hand as the other moves up to dip into the top of my corset. He rubs slow circles around my clit and I moan, loudly. I turn my head to face him, pulling him down, our lips crashing in probably the hottest kiss I've ever experienced. I notice he tastes faintly like peppermint as his tongue slides against mine. He rubs long strokes over my pussy, the wetness seeping through the soft lace.
I pull away from him, both of us breathless, and lean my head back against his shoulder as his hand continues to work me over, kissing along my neck, sending a wave of goosebumps all over my body.
"Oh...Stuart," I moan and he stops, his body tensing underneath me. A tiny laugh slips past my lips, "Did you think I wouldn't notice?"
"Um..." He clears his throat and starts to take his hands off of me but I grab his hand and place it back against my throbbing core.
"Don't. Stop." I growl at him and bite his bottom lip.
"What gave me away?" Stuart's lips brush against my cheek and he slides a finger into the side of my panties, slowly circling my clit.
"Well...ahh!" I moan as he presses down on the sensitive bundle of nerves. "I thought maybe my sense of smell was off to begin with. You and Stiles smell eerily similar. But the way you reacted when I started the music, Stiles doesn't have a love for Zeppelin like you and I do."
"So you went into this pretty sure it was me and not my brother?" The tone of his voice makes me shiver and he slides a single digit inside of me. I buck my hips against his hand.
"God...Yes," I groan as he finds that spot deep inside.
"Good," he slides another finger in and I writhe under his touch. Those long, dexterous, beautiful fingers are magic and I'm a helpless, mewling, mess right now because of them. "Can you feel how hard I am? Do you know what you do to me?" His lips ghost down the crook of my neck, placing soft kisses sporadically. "Before tonight it was difficult enough to keep myself composed around you. Then you had to go and shake that beautiful ass in my face," his teeth graze my earlobe and I whimper. "That image is forever burned into my brain. Something ignited inside me when I saw you dance. I knew I couldn't just sit around anymore, I needed to do something," he moves his hand to concentrate on my clit as the other one pumps slowly.
"I'm so glad you did," I whine as I start to feel that build deep down.
Stuart strokes against my spot once more and I combust, that delectable fire spreads through me and my body trembles. I run my fingers through his hair and pull him to me as I moan his name. His kiss is soft but passionate and I go limp against him as the last wave of pleasure pulses through me.
"Where are your glasses?" I ask.
"In my jacket," he gives me a look as if asking 'Why?'
My legs feel like jelly as I get up and grab his jacket, feeling the pockets for his glasses. I walk back over to him, straddling his lap, placing the square black frames back on his face. I bite my bottom lip and nod my head, "Much better."
Stuart's hand wraps in my hair, his mouth hot and unyielding on mine again. He pulls my hair backwards and a moan slips past my lips as he kisses down my neck. I buck my hips against him and he groans, his large hands grab the back of my thighs and he lifts me up, carrying me to the bedroom.
He sets me down on my feet, in front of the bed, as he caresses my cheek to pull me in for another heated kiss. My hands are itching to feel his bare skin, so I slip them under his shirt. My fingertips dance across his stomach, around to his back, then his chest. He moans and pulls back, ripping his shirt over his head.
"I think this is the first time I've ever seen you shirtless." My eyes rake over his bare chest, he's not muscular but he's toned, his moles dark against his pale skin. My fingers brush over his clavicle to his shoulders and down his chest, lightly skimming over his nipples that harden instantly, down to the dark strip of hair that disappears under the waistband of his boxers.
Stuart's eyes close as my hands explore him, relishing in my touch, his heart pounding so hard I can see his pulse in his neck. I attach my mouth to the jumping vein, sucking lightly and he tilts his head back, a throaty moan escaping his lips. I move down, peppering soft kisses down his chest until I drop to my knees and unbuckle his belt, popping the button on his jeans and slowly slide the zipper down.
"God," Stuart breathes as he watches me over his dark rimmed glasses. I smile wickedly at him as I yank his jeans and his boxers off, his cock bouncing at the quick release.
I take in the sight before me, totally not disappointed, and meet his brown eyes again as I take him in my hand, slowly sliding from his tip down to his base, drawing a hiss from him. I swirl my tongue around the tip, collecting the small bit of arousal already present.
"Oooh fuck," Stuart groans as he slides into my mouth until his head hits the back of my throat. His hand runs through my hair, collecting a fistful and he guides me up and down his length. I look up at him through my lashes to see those brown eyes wide with wonder, watching as I fuck him with my mouth. I moan as I take him all the way back in and he twitches against my tongue. "Oh god, I'm not gonna last much longer," he moans. I go down again and as I come back up I softly graze my teeth against him.
I stand up and he jerks me toward him, pulling my hair. It should hurt, but it only arouses me more.
"I wanna fuck you so hard right now," he takes my bottom lip between his teeth.
I've never seen Stuart like this before, but I'm thoroughly enjoying every bit of it. There's a little bit of freak in this geek and I'm wondering what he's going to do next.
"Oh yeah?" I run my hand along his cock again. "How do you want me? You want me to ride you?"
"No," Stuart growls, turning me toward the bed and unzips my corset on the side, then throws it to the floor. He cups my breasts and kisses down my neck, across my shoulders and I bow my body into his hands. One hand continues to palm my tit as his other slips into my panties and inside me.
"Stuart...please," I whisper.
"Please what?" He smiles against my skin.
I turn my face to his and grab a fistful of his hair, "Fuck me."
"Mmm," he hums against my neck. His hands instantly leave me bereft as he hooks his thumbs into my panties and slowly slides them down my legs. "Get on your knees," the tone of his voice sends a chill through me.
I crawl on the bed and look over my shoulder at him as he removes the rest of his clothes and kneels behind me. "You have the most beautiful ass," he caresses over my backside and squeezes a little roughly before his palm comes down, hard.
I cry out, not from pain but from the sheer pleasure, my skin instantly heats and tingles. "Fuck, Stu!" I moan and he does it again, my entire body flames up, engulfed in desire. "Please," I beg him and I feel his cock slowly start to enter me.
Stuart stills momentarily when he's fully sheathed. "God, you feel so fucking good," he groans, leaning down to kiss my back before he starts to move. He starts slow, grinding against me, letting me feel every glorious inch. He completely takes control with one hand on my hip, his fingertips digging into my soft flesh, the other hand reaches up to wrap around my hair in a makeshift ponytail. He pulls out slowly then yanks my hip and my tangled hair back against him, I moan from the sudden roughness.
"Oh my god...Stuart!" I plead and he starts a punishing rhythm, slowly pulling out and driving right back in, hitting that sweet spot deep inside with every thrust.
"Mmm...you like it rough?" He grunts and releases my hip, his hand sending that sweet sting across my ass again. I moan from the overload of sensations. "Yeah you do," he smacks me again on the opposite side.
"Yes! Fuck!" I'm so close already, the steady and rough pace he sets has me wound so tightly.
"You gonna come for me?" He releases my hair, both hands now grasping my hips tightly as he snaps his hips faster. "I can feel it, you're so close," he breaths and I know he's right there with me.
"Stuart...oh god," I whine, my fists clutching the comforter beneath me.
Smack, his hand comes down on me one last time and I fall apart. That tightened knot inside me snaps, my vision blurring as I come. As I clench around him, he can't hold out any longer. He grips my hips almost painfully as comes inside of me, my name falling from his lips in his height of pleasure. He thrusts a few more times, both of us moaning uncontrollably. I fall to the bed on my stomach and Stuart crashes down beside me, breathless. He slides his glasses up on his head as he wipes the sweat from the bridge of his nose.
"That...was...fucking amazing!" I giggle, almost a little embarrassed. I never thought Stuart would ever see this side of me. "Stuart Stilinski...you're a naughty boy," I hover over his face, smiling, before placing a soft kiss to his lips.
"And you are a little freak," he laughs as he brushes the sweaty hair off my forehead. "I wasn't sure how you would react to the spanking...fuck," he takes a deep breath.
"You are very good with the spanking," I wink at him. "Fuck, I'm getting turned on again just thinking about it," I bite my lip as my fingers dance across his chest through the light patch of hair. "Hey," I look into those soft brown eyes and tilt my head. "Why did you show up here trying to look like Stiles?"
"I wasn't going to take it that far. I wasn't sure what would happen, I definitely wasn't expecting this," he brushes his thumb across my cheek. "I've had feelings for you for a long time now, that wasn't a lie." He pulls me down, his lips fusing with mine in a passionate kiss and I know he's telling the truth.
"Whoa," I whisper against his lips breathlessly.
Bang, bang, bang. I hear someone knocking on my door and look at the clock on my bedside table. "Who the fuck is that? It's three in the morning!" I jump out of bed and throw on my robe, not wanting the disturbance to wake up my neighbors. Stuart grabs his boxers and pants as I run to the front door.
I look out of the peephole to see Stiles, his hands resting on the doorframe, his head dipped down. "Seriously?"
I unlock the door and swing it open, ready to bitch him out for making so much noise at this hour.
"Stiles? What th-," I manage to say before Stiles grabs my face, his lips crashing down on mine. I moan a surprised cry into his mouth. My mind can't comprehend what's happening as he backs me against the wall, trapping me. It's a sloppy, but passionate and erotic kiss and I find myself kissing him back. His lips taste sweet, like a mixture of honey and whiskey, his tongue thrusting past my lips. His hands grip my hips and he grinds his into mine, sliding slowly along my lower body. I'm not even sure what to do at the moment, I'm completely frozen in place as his hand glides around to grab my ass. He pulls back, resting his forehead against mine, his chest heaving and his heart beating furiously. "What the fuck," I manage to whisper as I open my eyes and see that second set of familiar brown eyes, the corner of his mouth pulled into a sexy smirk.
"What the fuck?" My head snaps to the right to see Stuart, with no shirt and his pants just barely hanging onto his hips, hands up in the air. He looks furious.
Stiles furrows his brow as he notices his brother and looks back at me, then back to his brother. "What the fuck?"

Well shit.....