This one was requested, and it’s pretty dark and smutty. Not non-con, though. (I don’t write those!)

♤ = rated M

It was midnight. There was a huge storm outside, wind howling and rain whipping the ground eternally. Stiles seemed off. He was uncharacteristically quiet as you watched Star Wars in his bedroom. You reached out and held his hand. He flinched. But then he grabbed your hand back, almost painfully tight. He gazed into your eyes with dark curiosity. Blood rushed to your cheeks as Stiles peered deep into your eyes- his expression had changed to pure lust. And so you kissed him. His tongue slipped into your mouth, his long fingers tracing circles on you back. Stiles bit your lower lip gently before tilting his head back to look at you thoughtfully. He slowly slid the straps of your dress from your shoulders, making you shiver with anticipation. His piercing stare felt dangerous, and it turned you on. And then the power went out. You could see nothing, hear only the rain, wind, and Stiles murmuring, “i guess he’s fond of you.” And you tried to dismiss the unease that this quiet remark rendered…

Stiles fucked you into oblivion in the pitch black, roaring your name over the thunder and and the crashing of trees outside the house.