kara sevda (1) ↠ stilinski
rating ; 18+ explicit smut, nsfw
pairing ; fuckboy!stiles X oc!reader
literally translates as “black love”
It was only the three of you, well mostly. You were always together; Scott, Stiles, and you. You weren’t really friends for such a long time, only since freshman year of high school. You came in Beacon Hills without any friends and honestly if it wasn’t for the day that spastic kid bumped into you and caused your water to spill all over and the glass bottle to break, you’d still be a loner.
You always smiled thinking about that day. Stiles had apologized at least a thousand times in less than thirty seconds. Scott had been trying to get Stiles to shut up and fix the situation. After that, everything became a blur other than the day Scott became a werewolf and you admitting to your crush on Stiles, but only to yourself, no one else had to know.
You didn’t worry much about Stiles and him liking you, he really had eyes for Lydia and you also thought that it would probably happen eventually, and if not, then you assumed you’d find someone else. You only worried about what had been going on at the time, you could text all night about Star Wars, or how you planned on going to see All Time Low together, and even what he should do to piss Harris off the next day.
But that all changed sophomore year when he lost his virginity. He happened to be drunk as hell, and you were sure the girl had to be very very very wasted to accept the fact that she was going to have sex with that. Not that anything was terribly wrong with him but you thought you were the only one in the right mind to actually want to do it with him. But it didn’t stop at the one, the more he had, the happier he was.
However, you did not change. You were just the same girl he met ten years ago. The only noticeable difference was that you became wiser and would not hesitate to hit anyone or anything with a bat. But you were really the same, introverted girl, with the same beliefs about how makeup does not work well on you.
At least he still called you by your nickname. You loved that. He heard you sneeze and he said that it was the cutest thing ever. You blushed madly that day but he said it sounded like Minnie Mouse and ever since then you’ve either been called Minnie or Min.
It was the night Lydia ran back to Jackson. You saw the look on his face, he only looked at Lydia like that. She was the only one he would sacrifice his fuckboy title for. You never thought you craved him so much until that moment, that crush you had on him was not what you truly expected. You were able to think past him before, thinking that there are so many other people you would meet eventually but you honestly couldn’t think of anyone else but him. You loved him.
The car ride to his house was silent. You didn’t mind, in fact, he really loved that about you. You were patient and never pushed. Your company was always needed, whether it was tutoring, support, or comfort.
Once you got to his house, he went straight up to his room. You went into the kitchen, going into one of the cabinets and taking an unopened whiskey bottle with you.
You opened his door carefully, seeing him sitting on the edge of his bed, not even glancing up at you. You sighed, making the whiskey bottle visible, “I thought you might want to take the edge off a bit.” You smiled weakly, sitting next to him and setting the bottle by your feet.
“Thanks.” He replied gratefully, putting his hand on your knee and rubbing gently.
You looked at his hand curiously, sure you’ve messed around a lot like him picking you up and holding you over his shoulder, or when he tugs you along when he is excited about something.
You looked up to him to only see that he was already staring at you. His hand began to trail closer to your heat and his beautiful amber eyes fluttering shut as he leaned in and pressed his lips against yours.
Your eyes closed for a moment as you melted into the kiss. His soft lips capturing yours for the very first time. It was pure bliss but there was something off about it.
You pulled away and gave him a strange look, “Stiles, what are we-”
He kissed you once again, cutting you off abruptly as he gently pushed your body down on to his bed. He pulled away once he was hovering over your smaller figure, “I need this, Min, just this once…” He whispered in a serious tone. You looked at him skeptically, biting your lip nervously. “Please?”
He searched your eyes for an answer. You knew how he was feeling, you didn’t want to let him down and on the bright side, he wanted to have sex with you. You never would’ve thought he would feel the same way. You let out a short breath then nodded your head.
The smile he had once you agreed made your heart crumble to pieces. He pulled off his shirt and you did the same, assuming you were supposed to. It was your first time but you were willing to give it up to him.
He leaned back down to kiss your lips again, but it only went further. His tongue slid against your bottom lip, asking for an entrance which you quickly accepted. His tongue explored your mouth as you moaned into the kiss.
His right hand traveled down your body then snaked up your shirt. He massaged your breasts over your bra as his lips trailed down to your jawline, peppering light kisses until he got to your neck. His tongue trailed down then back to where he started, going back to suck on every single spot he marked.
Stiles sucked harder on some spots until he finally reached your sweet spot. You let out a quiet hum as he kissed over the spot. You bit your lip in embarrassment for making that obscene noise but the seemed to take it as motivation as he sucked harder. The low hums quickly became soft moans that you couldn’t hold in any longer. He bit down gently, making you gasp with shock but pleasure only washed over your nerves.
He pulled away, looking at you with a smirk. He admired his work, your neck was mostly red or a deep purple and it made him crave you even more. He pulled his shirt over his head. You had seen him shirtless before on the while he practiced lacrosse field, but he never looked this sexy before. You never wanted him more than you wanted him now.
Stiles tugged at your blouse and you sent him an admonitory stare but he didn’t looked phased by it at all. He just leaned in and kissed you again, “It’s just me, Min.” He mumbled softly, which made you calm down enough to let him do what he wanted.
He tugged off your blouse as you lifted your arms up, revealing your plain white bra underneath with a small pink bow in the middle. Your face turned bright pink in embarrassment, that was about as sexy as it could get. It wasn’t like you knew you were going to have sex with him so it wasn’t your fault. He chuckled lightly before going back to kissing your neck again.
He found your sweet spot once again and sucked hard, making you moan. His hand reached under your back and unclasped your bra with ease. You didn’t realize you arched up enough for him to do that.
Stiles threw your bra across his room and licked his lips at the sight. You watched him go back down so quickly, his lips sucking hard on your now hard nipples. His other hand kneaded the other, his fingers rubbing over, twisting and pinching every couple moments. He switched to give the same attention to both.
“Mmm, Stiles..” You mumbled in delight, pushing your head back harder into his soft pillows.
You felt his smirk on your skin as his kissed trailed down until he reached your leggings. He didn’t even glance up at you before he pulled them down, the cool air hugging at your legs now. His fingers immediately went down to your core, feeling over your panties.
“Fuck, you’re already soaked, baby.” He husked as two fingers rubbed along your slit.
You moaned in arousal, “Stiles.. Come on..” You mumbled impatiently, looking down at him, slowly teasing you.
He chuckled, “Patience baby..” He smirked before you felt his mouth attach over your clothed clit.
“Stiles, please.” You whimpered, sending him into a frenzy.
He pulled your panties down and slipped his ring finger in your wet pussy, slowly moving in and out. You moaned softly, your hips bucking up unintentionally. He slammed your hips down then inserted another finger, making you gasp again. The feeling was foreign but you never wanted it to stop.
His lips latched around your throbbing clit as his fingers began curling in you. Your hands went to his hair instinctively, tugging gently to pull him even closer to you. Your legs were already shaking, you had never done anything like this before and your dreams never compared to this. Stiles was a sex god.
Your thighs squeezed the sides of his head as he devoured your cunt with pride. You were so sure the whole neighborhood could hear your moans, thankfully Sheriff wasn’t home. Surprisingly, you stopped caring about the volume of your moans, on any given day you would’ve thought that it was too vulgar for someone like you, but you just couldn’t stop.
You started to clench around his fingers, “Stiles, I’m gonna-” You started but then stopped as you felt everything stop.
You looked at him with annoyance, watching what he was doing. He reached over to his bedside table and pulled a condom out of the drawer. He put the silver packet between his teeth, your vision was blurry due to the amount of pleasure he put you through but you were able to read the “XXL” part on it. He pulled his pants and boxers down, letting his hard dick spring free.
You gawked at his erection, watching him rip the condom packet open and sliding it on his dick. He was much thicker and longer, maybe it was just the moment but you wanted him so much. You squeezed your legs together to relieve some of the pressure but he ripped them apart and hovered over your bare body.
His hot breath fanned over your ear, his lips dragging over the shell of it, “Sorry, babe, you’ll come soon.” He whispered as he lined up to your entrance, his tip barely pushing in.
He looked you in the eyes before he pressed his lips against yours again and pushed himself into you slowly. You gasped at the feeling and he took that opportunity to put his tongue in your mouth once more.
It felt a bit uncomfortable at first but you wanted this, you wanted him, and you began to love it. Once you moaned into the kiss, he began to move slowly.
His tongue dominated yours as your hands reached up to his hair again, tugging harshly before his lips attacked your neck again. He started to increase the speed of his thrusts, making you throw your head back, giving him more access to your neck.
You were a moaning mess under him as he began to slam into you harder. “Yes, Stiles!” You screamed as he hit your g-spot, “Right there!”
Your legs latched around his body, intensifying the pleasure. You tried to lift your hips to match his thrusts but you couldn’t, he was too good and you were deteriorating under his touch. His words enticed you too much already and his hands being all over you, his body being pressed against yours in this way made you go insane.
“I love you.” You whispered but immediately regretted saying it. You hoped he didn’t hear it but you knew he did.
Stiles slowed down for a moment, he definitely heard it. You opened your eyes, seeing him stare at you like he did earlier, but the look wasn’t lust filled or pleading, it was disbelief.
He shook his head then sped his thrusts up again. You threw your head back once more, your stomach aching for release. You clenched around him and he groaned at the feeling. His hand trailed down to where your bodies met and rubbed your clit in fast, hard, circles.
Your breaths quickened, you were so close to the edge. After his hardest thrust your eyes rolled back and you let out a long moan. A few thrusts later he let out a string of curse words as he spilled in the condom. He rode out the both of your highs before pulling out and laying next to you for a moment before getting up and throwing the condom away.
You wrapped yourself in his covers, sitting there thinking about what you just did. You just have up your virginity.. To Stiles.
He put his boxers back on then sat at the edge of his bed again, “Do you love me?”
