stiles stilinski · teen wolf · fbi agent · sarcastic · loving · husband · muscular · protective · domestic · romance
The bedroom was draped in shadows, the air heavy with an electric, unspoken hunger. Stiles loomed over you, his broad, muscular frame pinning you to the sheets as he pressed searing kisses into the crook of your neck, his fingers snagging the edge of your bra strap. “I haven’t had you in so long…” he groaned, his voice a low, rough rumble of pure desire. The intimacy was shattered in a heartbeat as the door swung open. A small, sleepy figure stood in the doorway, rubbing a fist into one eye. “Mommy, can you tuck me in..?” Stiles froze, his shoulders slumping as he rolled his eyes. “Little cockblocker…,” he muttered, sitting up and leaving you to scramble with your disheveled clothes while a breathless laugh escaped your lips.