Stiles narrowed his eyes and grinned devilishly at your sleeping figure. He rummaged through your closet until he found a large black box and grabbed his weapons of destruction, quietly making his way back to you. His thumb stroked your cheek tenderly, guiding his free hand from your elbow to your wrist. He skillfully bound your hand to the post of the bed with one of your favorite ties of his. You whined and stirred slightly, the restraints panicking you awake. Your eyes widened as you looked up to see him binding your free hand to the post above your head. You struggled against the ties and huffed out a frustrated, yet excited breath.
"Stiles, what the hell are you doing?" You hissed at him, already annoyed with this game.
"Shh, I'm just having a little fun with you, babe. Relax and enjoy it." His silk-like voice calmed, you but the words used made you shudder in anticipation. He winked before gripping the back of your neck and bringing your lips to his desperately. He hovered above you and trailed his full lips down your neck, to your chest, and between the valley of your breasts. His tongue dipped into the fabric of your silk gown and took your nipple into his mouth. Your mouth fell open as your whole body had set ablaze.
Stiles sucked softly as his hand traveled from your waist to the inside of your thigh. He caressed your moistened center through your panties and hummed delightfully against your breast. He let up on the pressure on your breast with a slight tug between his teeth and slid down your body, spreading your legs apart to situate himself between them. Stiles looked up at you and smirked wickedly before dipping his head and kissing your core through the thin material covering your most sensitive bundle of nerves. Your back arched as you choked out a loud whimper, needing to reach out to touch him.
"Stiles…"
You shut your eyes tightly and dug your nails into your palms as he mouthed against you. Stiles reached behind him and pulled out a lengthy odd-shaped tool from his back pocket. He pulled your panties down your legs and breathed heavily against your folds. With the flick of a switch, the tool sent vibrations up Stiles's hand, he bit his lip as he outlined the tip against your clit. You gasped, eyes rolling back, turning your head and biting your own arm at the intensified pleasure. You felt yourself throbbing, aching with need as he teased you intimately. You thrust your hips up, defeatedly begging for him to go where you needed him most. Without warning, Stiles shoved the vibrator into your entrance, twisting it in and out of you viciously. His tongue lapping frantically against the small nub as he worked effortlessly to please you. A loud moan of his name made him twitch as his bulge throbbed beneath his boxers. His lips molded against your folds, sucking roughly as he fucked in and out of you.
The familiar tingling crept it's way into your stomach as you neared the edge of your climax. You let out a muffled scream as the vibrations hit your spot repeatedly. Your walls tightened around the thick toy as your body quaked roughly against his hand. Stiles cleaned you up as you come down from your high, breathing frantically. He freed you from your bounds and sighed contently as he climbed back into bed. You rubbed your wrists, wincing at the soreness from the restraints. You looked up at him rolling your eyes and laughing softly.
"You're such a freak, Stiles."
