Chapter Twenty-Nine: Are You Ready?
"You say you wanna get so high.
Breathe me in like air tonight.
Let yourself unwind,
And get yourself lost in the garden of my mind."
Fantasy ~ Alina Baraz & Galimatias
Sweat gathered in the palm of my hands that I quickly wiped on my shorts. The jeep rumbled to a jolting stop as Stiles shifted it into park. I eyed the Stilinski home with such profound nervousness, seeing it for the first time as if I hadn't slept there the night before.
Was there a neon light flashing above my head reading "LOSING HER VIRGINITY IN ROUGHLY TEN MINUTES - GIVE OR TAKE A MINUTE OR TWO, MAYBE FIVE?" Because it felt like it.
Did Stiles feel it too?
My boyfriend shot me a dorky grin as he hopped out of the car, slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed to the front door. Nope, he had no clue.
With a shaky breath I followed him inside the house. He locked the door behind us.
"Hungry?" he asked as he headed into the kitchen.
My lips pursed as I stuttered out, "N-nope. Not hungry. Stomach is kinda queasy actually."
"Headache? Fever?" His palm was on my forehead the next moment. "You are kinda sweaty."
I sighed dejectedly, "Great." Nothing says 'hey wanna get it on?' when you're a sweaty mess (prior to the sweat inducing activity of sexual intercourse). "I just, um, want to lie down for a little bit."
Stiles kissed my temple, palm moving to the dimples on my back as he guided me upstairs. A loud laugh escaped me when I saw the present Sheriff Stilinski left his son and I on the bedside table.
The red tint to Stiles cheeks was adorable as he rushed over to the box of condoms. He picked up the sticky note attached to it that had John's scribble of 'use protection! love dad, not grandpa' on it.
"Dear lord," Stiles muttered in mortification. He gaped at me with wide eyes, sticking the box behind his back to hide it. "Um… Sorry, he's a little-" he cut himself off when he caught the curious stare on my face.
A smile quirked on my lips as I walked over to him slowly. His whiskey eyes narrowed while my hands slid around his waist to grab the box from his hands. They were ribbed. My cheeks turned red as I read over the package.
"Well…" I started, my voice soft as I popped open the lid and took out one of the foiled condoms. "Um…" my confidence was coming out in spurts at this team. I could literally feel the Beast roll their eyes at me. Like it had any more experience than it did with sex, idiot. "Maybe we should give it a try? Wouldn't want all these condoms to go to waste?"
Stiles left eye twitched, his mouth doing that gaping goldfish thing he did whenever his brain was going a hundred miles per hour and he tried to form a sentence that explained all of his thoughts at once.
"W-what?"
I set the box on the nightstand and moved to sit on the edge of the bed. My fist grabbed the hem of Stiles shirt as I dragged him over me, my back was flat against the mattress and he had two elbows placed on either side of my shoulders to hold himself up.
I boinked him on the nose with the condom package playfully and looked into the newfound lust in his dilated eyes. I whispered, "I'm ready." Then pressed my lips onto his.
His head snapped back quickly. "Wha…? You're, um, you're ready for what exactly? Because if it's what I think you're ready for, then I'm totally ready. Like-" he glanced down to where his pelvis was pressed against my core, the restriction in his pants evident. "-I'm so ready."
"I can feel that you are…" I drawled with raised brows. "Why else would I pull out a condom? A water balloon fight?"
A frenzied laugh escaped me, "Ha. Ha. Ha. Maybe?"
"No, you idiot."
Then I crashed my lips to his once more. This time he didn't pull back, instead he kissed with equal passion. He put all his weight on his left elbow so that his right hand could grab the hem of my shirt. We've been around this tango since the Nemeton. We always got to the point where we were almost naked, or were entirely. We just never got to the penetration part. Unless you consider him penetration his dick inside my mouth, then sure, that happened several times a day.
My shirt was on the floor in a matter of seconds, then his shirt, my shorts, his pants, my bra, his socks, my socks, and both of us stilled. Our eyes were blown wide, heavy pants from adrenaline pumping through our veins.
I tried to will away the Beast. If I concentrated hard enough, like I was now, I could somewhat control it so that Stiles wasn't a complete brainwashed mess. It helped that I'd taken Deaton's special anti-succubus-sucking-sous potion.
Calloused fingers danced on the edge of my panties. "Are you sure?"
"Y-yeah." My hands curled into fists around his boxer briefs.
The soft thud of my panties and his boxers hit the floor. I reached around the bed until I found the condom I tossed to the side during our stripping. He sat back on his heels between my spread open legs.
Apparently we were such in a rush to do this foreplay hadn't crossed either of our minds. Honestly, I still wasn't even concerned about it. I just knew I wanted this, I wanted Stiles.
Tearing the package with his teeth, Stiles squinted at the condom in his finger tips. He looked somewhat alarmed as he turned it in his hand. The tips of his ears were a deep red, cheeks flushed in such an adorable way I wanted to pinch them. Yeah, I wanted to grandma on those puffed out cheeks. Probably not the time to be thinking about that. He blew out a concentrated breath as he rolled the condom down the mushroom head until it hit the base of his cock.
What felt like hours, but was merely seconds, he positioned himself at my wet entrance. Or what he thought was the entrance, but really I had no idea where he was going with it.
"Um," Stiles muttered, biting his swollen lip. "Are you ready?"
"Yeah, but that's not where it is…"
He swallowed. "Oh… ugh, sorry, let me just-" he guided himself so that the head slipped along the folds in an attempt to find my core. Giggling, because it was kinda hilarious to see him so flustered, my hand reached out for him and helped him move to where he should be going. If possible his face was even more red than before. He popped his lips with embarrassment, "Thanks…"
My hands reached out to rub his arm reassuringly. Slowly he started to push inside.
Now. All my girlfriends back in Oregon always talked about sex. We were at an all girls school, and girls at an all girls school had a tendency to be promiscuous because they were so unbelievably sheltered. Not all of them, obviously I wasn't. But, a majority of them talked about their sexual escapes, how fun sex was, how it felt to be filled be a huge dick or whatever. There was a lot of nonsense I filtered out, and I kinda wish I didn't. Because surely one of them would have explained that losing your virginity hurts. Really, really bad.
Tears pricked my eyes. It literally felt like Stiles was ripping me apart. I've never seen a real penis other than Stiles. He looked big. I couldn't necessarily compare him to anyone else other than pictures from health books (and okay, maybe I started browsing through porn since I started dating Stiles, because I didn't want to be completely clueless). I'd never actually cared to see what my vagina looked like, either, but I couldn't imagine it being as painful as it was as he entered (it look so much easier in porn).
Stiles halted once he was all the way inside. Whiskey eyes were staring at me concernedly. "Lilly, do you want me to stop?"
"No… Just-just give me a minute to adjust."
I took in a shaky breath. Then another, and a few more until the pain dulled. It still stung, but definitely not as much as before. Stiles bent down to kiss my lips, and even though I was still in slight pain I smiled. He repositioned himself so that his chest was flat against my breasts, my fingers wrapped around his forearms.
"Okay," I said finally. "Move."
"You sure?"
Biting my lip I bobbed my head in confirmation.
Stiles kissed my lips again, this time keeping them locked as he slowly lifted his hips before pushing them down. After a few more times of doing this the pain was almost forgotten, nothing but a dull ache taken over by a newfound pleasure.
Stiles eyes were squinted tightly and he looked like he was trying to stop himself from expressing his pleasure, which made me feel bad. Was he trying to hold back because of the pain I'd experienced?
My lips were on his neck then, sucking lightly at his clammy skin. I tasted his sweat, but it was oddly arousing. Stiles groaned, his neck craning to the side so my tongue could continue with its exploration.
I reached one hand down to his lower back and pushed, silently urging him to go faster. His hips bucked a tad harder into mine, but still at a cautious pace. The Beast wasn't interested in caution, and the more Stiles cock drove into me the harder it became to fight. It wanted it harder, faster, it just craved it.
"Stiles. Harder," I groaned, and I could tell a bit of the Beast slipped through at the husky tone I used.
The only response I received was, "Fuck."
Stiles hands slid to wrap under my thighs and he lifted up my hips. Then he was pounding into me feverishly. It was nothing I'd ever experienced before. His fingers were definitely hot and experienced at this point, he knew how to twist those long digits in a way to stretch me out and get me off. But this.
I now understood what it meant to be filled.
My nails clawed at his back, he hissed but then moaned loudly in appreciation. He pulled himself up so that he was resting on his heels again, arching my back so that my ass was in the air and my thighs were wrapped around his waist, and he pounded into me with his fingers digging into my hips. That familiar feeling of the Beast crawling up my spine and taking over was almost sinister in our love making. But it seemed to make the pleasurable feeling ten times better.
With my right hand I reached around Stiles cock pumping inside me to gather some of the wetness slipping out from my extreme arousal, I coated my fingers before rubbing the soft pads into my clitoris. A load groan came from Stiles as his blown out stare watched me pleasure myself. Smirking, I used my free hand to tease my nipple.
Stiles bent forward so that his lips were able to reach out and lock around my right breast, his tongue flicking over the perky nub. My toes curled as I felt my release building up. Everything felt amazing. Stiles hands curling into my skin, the feeling of his cock pressed into my tight wetness, his tongue licking circles around my nipple, and his sweat soaked body moving in sync with mine.
And then I was moaning loudly, arching even higher off the bed as spasms racked my entire body. Stiles name slipped through my lips like a song as I came, my walls pulsating against his cock. I heard Stiles choke out my own name before he picked up his pace, and then he was coming into the condom.
Our breaths were heavy as we moved apart. Stiles stood on shaky legs to discard the condom in the trash bin, and then he was moving back over to me. I watched him confusedly as his eyes nearly bugged out of his skull.
"Shit," he muttered. "Are-are you okay?"
I sat up quickly. "I'm fantastic. Why?"
"There…" His hand motioned to the bed. "There's a lot of blood."
"What?"
Scrambling to the side, I gazed down at Stiles blood stained sheets. Embarrassment quickly swept throughout me. I knew for a fact most girls bled when they lost their virginity, but it was still mortifying. Throwing my face in my hands I willed myself to be anywhere else as I groaned loudly, "Oh my god."
"Babe." Reaching out for my hands he dragged them off my face. He was kneeling in front of me. Naked, mind you. Which just made this all the more awkward.
"When girls lose their virginity they, um, bleed…"
"Oh, okay, so you're okay then?"
"Just humiliated."
"Hey, hey there's nothing to be embarrassed about. As long as your okay. I'll just wash the sheets and it'll be like the blood was never there."
I nodded numbly, because jesus christ how freaking ugh. After all we've been through together I was embarrassed to bleed in front of him.
"Want to take a shower?"
"Yes."
Stiles helped me stand, and holy crap my legs were wobbly. He steadied me with a chuckle. "How about you take a shower and I clean all this up?"
He grabbed me a towel and showed me how to work his shower before leaving me alone. As soon as the bathroom door shut I let myself behind the navy blue plastic into the steaming stream. My head bounced off the tiled wall as I clenched my eyes shut.
I wasn't a virgin anymore. I guess I felt like there would be some neon sign flashing across my forehead telling the world. Instead I just felt… oddly complete, if I really thought about it.
The Beast had been subdued as soon as my orgasm peaked. Like it hadn't been that burning sensation crawling up my spine and debating about sucking out Stiles soul (which I'm pretty sure is something the Beast would be interested in doing).
Maybe there was some physical sign? Maybe I sprouted wings, because Stiles was really interested in that idea.
My hand reached for my back subconsciously to check. Nope. Lilly, we are good. Sweet.
There was only mens shampoo and body wash so I used that. Then I dried myself off and reentered Stiles bedroom. He had changed the sheets and made the bed, now sitting on it anxiously waiting for me in clean black boxer briefs and a Harley Quinn teeshirt. Deciding to opt out of clothes for the time being, I sat on the edge of the bed. He scooted so that our thighs were pressed against one another.
"What are you thinking about?" he finally asked after roughly five minutes of us staring down at our hands in silence.
"I haven't heard from Derek in awhile."
He pursed his lips. "Scott texted him a couple times and he hasn't answered."
"Huh. That doesn't sound like him. Hand me my phone?"
Stiles obliged and I checked for any missed messages, but I had none. I sent out a quick text to him asking him where he was, then I flopped onto my back. The towel still snug around me, but it rode up on my thighs leaving me hardly concealed.
I saw Stiles blinking at me, eyes roaming the length of my body. "What are you thinking about?"
"How beautiful you are."
"Oh."
He twisted with a jerky movement so he was on his stomach beside me. His head dipped down to kiss my cheek, a wide dimpled grin on his face. "Is it wrong of me to say thank you?"
My face contorted into a grimace. "I'd prefer if you didn't thank me. It would make me feel like a prostitute."
He squinted. "I can see how that sounds."
Laughing, I ran my fingers over his cheek. "I love your face."
"I do have a pretty great face."
Deciding this conversation was over, because I figured Stiles could potentially gone on about his face for forever, I changed the subject. "So… Deaton told me some stuff today that I should probably warn you about. Especially because of, um, things that could happen if we aren't really careful."
"Okay."
"Well, apparently succubi are more likely to get pregnant if there are any accidents, such as a ripped condom or not using protection."
The look of terror the passed over him would be amusing in any other situation. "That is great."
"I might ask Deaton about birth control and stuff. See what works on succubi and what doesn't."
"Smart idea."
"Well, it is my idea."
"You suck."
"Only if you say pretty please."
Stiles hummed happily. "Pretty please?"
And before he could even react I had my pants down his pajama boxer briefs. He groaned as I gave his soft cock a few gentle tugs, then I bent my head and took him entirely in my mouth. There were a few choked words that he managed to get out, "Lilly" "oh god" "fuck that's amazing." His hand twisted in my wet hair, holding them out of the way as I bobbed my head to take as much of him as I could in my mouth.
"Stiles! Lilly! You home?"
My mouth slid off with a loud 'pop' that echoed in the room. My wide green eyes were on Stiles, who was tucking himself into his pants. Here I was without pants on again while my boyfriends father was a minute away from catching us in a sexual act.
Darting off the bed, I grabbed the suitcase I had packed with enough clothes to last me a few days. Tugging on one of Derek's black v-necks and gray sweats I considered myself dressed. Who need underwear anyway?
I plopped on the bed Indian style in an effort to appear innocent while Stiles sneakily opened his bedroom door, wincing as it squeaked. John appeared in the doorway dressed in his Sheriff's uniform just as Stiles made himself comfortable on the computer chair.
He braced his arm on the wall, narrowing his eyes at both of us suspiciously. "How are you two?"
"Great!" Stiles shouted. Yes, shouted. Like a freaking kid screaming 'I didn't do anything wrong.'
There was an awkward moment of silence, John's eyes found the open condom box on the bedside table and the torn condom wrapper that someone ended up on the floor. He scrunched up his nose, dragged a hand over his face (the action reminding me so much of Stiles), and then he cleared his throat asking, "You two hungry?"
My stomach rumbled.
"Ugh," I laughed when both set of eyes landed on my bright red cheeks. "Yes."
John gazed hopefully at his son. "Is it too late for a pizza?"
Stiles glanced at the clock. It was late, but there would definitely be places delivering. He squinted at his father . "Only if you get the vegan cheese with veggies on it, and without meat."
"If you let me get regular cheese I'll pretend that I don't see that condom in the trashcan."
I give up. My hands went to my face and I buried myself deep under my heated fingers. Great. If my Sims are able to die from embarrassment that means I am able to die from it, fact.
Stiles groaned, "Sure, yeah, please get regular cheese and get out of my room."
The Sheriff smirked, fist knocking on the door. "Doors open, kids."
Holding his hands around his lips to shout to his disappearing father, Stiles screamed, "Dad. I'm a man now! Not a kid!"
"For gods sakes," John muttered as he stomped down the stairs.
My fist punched at Stiles shoulder roughly. "What the fuck Stiles!"
"Ouch!" He rubbed his arm. "What was that for?"
"You know what that was for, asshat."
~o~
Roughly twenty minutes later we were all gathered around the kitchen table after the pizza arrived. John moaned loudly at the scent of cheese as he lifted the box for all of us to view, and smell. Because hot damn that pizza smelt amazing.
"Stiles, get plates," ordered John as he opened a separate brown bag that contained curly fries.
"Dad," Stiles said in a disappointed tone as he watched his father shovel a handful into his mouth. "We didn't agree on curly fries."
"We agreed on doors open, but the rule has been broken multiple times now."
Defeated, Stiles grumbled under his breath as he dished out a plate for each of us. When we all shoved as much food as we could on our plates (the Sheriff being scolded various times about too much pizza and too many fries) we sat down.
"So, tomorrow I was planning on heading over to the Tate house. I was hoping Scott and you would come with to see if you can catch a scent on Malia," John started between shoving the pizza in his mouth.
I licked some sauce off my finger, asking between my cleansing, "Who's Malia?"
"Remember that car crash case we were looking at, at the station?" questioned Stiles. I nodded my head, lips filled with the seasoned fries. "The girls body that they couldn't find. That's Malia. We think a werewolf might have gotten her or something."
"Or something?"
"The bodies had coyote bites all over them."
"Is there such things as werecoyotes?"
Stiles scoffed."No. Or, er-" scratching the back of his neck, he shrugged off his unsureness. "-maybe?"
"Does Scott get a weird scent from her father? I doubt her sister or mother were a were creature, or they wouldn't have died in the crash."
"Scott's been kind of off since the Nemeton. He doesn't have control over his wolf," Stiles explained in a soft voice. "Speaking of, heard from Derek yet?"
"No…" I frowned. "I haven't."
Where in the hell was my brother?
THANKS EVERYONE: xXbriannaXx, RHatch89, meangirl8, Scoot121, AlexMelRose, guests, guest M, InkHeart1212, Jade18, and CaptainAmericanna (nice name BTW).
AlexMelRose asked: what is going to happen with the Malia/Stiles situation in the basement? HONESTLY. I'm not quite sure yet. I'm entirely against cheating and just am not interested in making Stiles a cheater. I feel like Lilly being in the situation would change his interactions with Malia, because Malia being a were creature would be able to sent he was mated to someone. But, still thinking about it.
Jde18: how often do you update? Depends on what's going on in my life and how much I currently have written. I'm really busy right now because I'm trying to get back into school as well as getting my life together. A very long process for someone like me! Unfortunately.
I know you guys have been waiting for this chapter. I wanted it to be more realistic in two aspects: 1) they are both virgins. Losing your virginity is NOTHING how it is in the movies. It's sloppy and messy and confusing and super dooper awkwardd and weird. 2) Lilly is a succubus, so I feel naturally she should be able to get it on. So, I hope you guys got that feel from this chapter!
