Author's note: Hello! Trying out something new with one of my favorite shows. I do not own Teen Wolf.
Not every chapter will be like this, just thought I'd start it off on a good note. ;)
Knock knock
As I stood there, in my favorite button down powder blue dress, I wasn't sure how I'd made my way all the way to Stiles' house. Stiles and I had become even closer friends, especially after we all lost Allison, and I'd been coming over to his house more and more often. But I couldn't help but feel like I wasn't just there for a friendly visit.
After a few seconds Stiles opened the door, and suddenly I remembered why I came all this way. "Hey," I said with a smile, stepping forward, quickly closing the distance between us. Stiles stepped back just as quickly and cleared his throat.
"Hey Dad!" He called out, not taking his eyes off of me. "Lydia is here!"
"When isn't she here?" Sheriff Stilinski tried to sound annoyed, but I knew he was elated that I was spending so much time with his son. "What are you two going to do?"
I watched Stiles' lips turn up into a smile. "Just going to go upstairs and study!" I smiled back at him, knowing fully well there were no books in my backpack.
"Okay," I could hear the doubt in Sheriff Stilinski's voice. "Just uh don't close your door."
Stiles scoffed to himself, "Like I said, Dad. We're just studying." And with that Stiles lead me up his stairs. He walked with his hands tucked into the pocket of his pajama pants, and I couldn't help but notice the waistband of his boxers poking out or how cute his butt looked in the plaid fabric.
It was still weird to see how clean Stiles' room was, since he cleared everything out after we finally defeated the Nogitsune. It had been a difficult road back for both of us, and his barren room was always a small reminder. But none the less I took off my heels and began to make myself comfortable on his bed. When I finally situated myself with my feet crossed in the air and my stomach on his bed, I caught him watching me from his desk chair.
"What's up, Stilinksi?" I asked with the sly smirk I knew he couldn't resist.
He smiled at me. "Just looking at you," he replied with his warmest voice. I got a fuzzy feeling in my stomach.
I had been through plenty of guys, but there was something different with Stiles. It was like he could see more than my body or my pretty face, but see me for who I actually am. And that drove me crazy.
I pulled myself closer to the edge of his bed, making my dress slip down a little lower. I watched Stiles' face, but he didn't so much as glance at my chest. I loved that he would rather look into my eyes than any of my assets. But I knew I could make him crack. "Do you like what you see?"
He chuckled. "You know I do, you're the prettiest girl in school." He rolled his chair a little closer to me. I pulled myself up from my position and laid on my side.
"Tell me more," I flipped my hair to one side and casually slid my dress a little further up my thigh. With a grin, Stiles got up from his chair. He walked slowly over to me, still not breaking our eye contact. He knealed next to the bed, coming face to face with me.
"You're the prettiest girl I've ever laid eyes on," he said softly. "You're also the smartest and kindest girl I know."
"Kind?" I said with a smile. "I think you're forgetting just how mean I can be." I slowly moved closer and closer to him until our noses almost touched. I paused, with hardly any space between us. I knew the anticipation would kill him. But still I waited, as we both held our breath. Finally, I lightly kissed his lips, making my way down to his jawline, and all the way down to his neck. He let out a small moan, but just as he was reaching for my dress, we heard footsteps on the stairs.
Stiles jumped away from me and into his chair so quickly, I almost fell off his bed. I somehow managed to catch my balance and seat myself on the edge of the bed just as Sheriff Stilinski popped into the doorway. He looked between Stiles and I, but couldn't find any evidence of us doing anything wrong.
"So, uh, I'm going to head off to work. You guys good here?" We both nodded, but the Sheriff gave me a curious look. "Lydia, don't you need a book to study?"
"Oh no," I said calmly, "I already know all about Greek mythology, I'm just helping Stiles study." I could almost hear Stiles roll his eyes.
"Well, okay. You kids be good. Lydia, don't stay over too late. Stiles, make sure she gets home at a decent time." We both nodded again, and the Sheriff headed back downstairs. I immediately looked at Stiles to find him already watching me with a strange intensity.
"Stiles?" I asked, uneasy because his look reminded me of something I did not want to remember. He did not move, didn't even take his eyes off me, just stared like a hungry animal ready for a feeding. I didn't quite know what to do, and I was going to suggest I leave as well, when suddenly the front door opened and closed and Stiles jumped into action.
He returned just as quickly as he had left, standing over me with my face in his hands. "I thought about you all day today," he voice was quiet but raspy. "Now I've got you here, so don't you dare think of leaving."
Before I could even retort, his lips were on mine, kissing me hard, yet soft at the same time. I immediately reached under his shirt and began tracing his back with my fingertips. I could feel the goosebumps form as my fingers ran up and down his skin. He gently eased me down on his bed, and took his own shirt off. I ran my hands over his bare slender chest, as he guided me to his pillows and climbed on top of me.
I could feel his growing bulge through his thin pajama pants, and was amazed that it could feel like we'd done this a million times before, but still feel the adrenaline like the first time. I slowly wrapped my legs around him, pulling him closer to me and felt his smile against my lips.
"You're something else, Lydia Martin," he whispered, breaking our kiss only for a moment. I reached up and stoked the stubble along his face. He closed his eyes and leaned into my touch before leaning down to kiss me again. "You...are...absolutely...amazing..." he said between kisses. I couldn't help but giggle and drape my arms around his shoulders.
"You're too sweet to me, Stilinski," I said with a smile. "So maybe you should get a little rougher." I slid my hands down to the waistband of his pajama pants pulling them down just enough so his rigid member, still covered by his boxers, came a little closer to me. While Stiles slid his pants the rest of the way off, I slipped my hands into his boxers, running my hands over his growing erection.
There was a low growl from the back of his throat. "Careful now, Martin," he sighed, his arms twitching from holding up his weight. I gave him a few pumps and his arms almost buckled.
"Don't worry, babe," I said, latching my mouth onto his and flipping us over, so he was under me. I pulled away, "I know exactly what I'm doing." And with that, we were off.
He pulled my face down to his and kissed me so hard I felt the blood rush to my ears. I knew I couldn't overpower him with my mouth, so opted for the next best thing. I ran my pelvis up and down the outline of his now throbbing penis, drawing a moan from inside him. I moved faster, up and down, until he was biting my lip in frustration. I pulled away, finally freeing my lips to roam over his neck and chest. Another moan erupted from Stiles, and I knew I had him exactly where I wanted him.
I sat up, looking down at him, his chest rising and falling as his breathing got heavier. I started to undo the buttons on my dress, giving Stiles my flirtiest smile, but even as my dress fell off my shoulders to reveal the red lace bra underneath, Stiles never took his eyes off of mine. For some reason, that made him even harder to resist. I slipped my dress off in one fluid motion and tossed it onto the floor along with his pajama pants. With us both stripped down to our underwear, I noticed that my breathing had gone heavy too. We paused for a moment, both panting, and dove back in.
I planted kisses along Stiles cheek bone as he quickly reached around me to take off my bra. It only took a few moments before that too joined the pile of clothes on the floor. There was something so sensual yet innocent about our two bare chests touching that I felt my breath catch in my throat. I guess Stiles took this as his cue because just then his fingers began exploring the band of my red and pink panties. I kissed him, letting my tongue slip through my lips just a little, as if to give him a sign of welcome. He took it with vigor and slid his fingers roughly down to my now wet pussy. It only took a few moments of him exploring for a moan to escape from my mouth. I felt that familiar grin against my lips.
"Don't tease me, Stilinski," I said, finally reaching down to slide off his boxers. Stiles decided to follow my lead and in a few quick seconds, there we were, two naked teenagers on a bed too tiny to achieve all we wanted to. I could feel myself leaving my mark on Stile's now exposed rod, since I no longer had my panties to hold it all in.
With his hands on my shoulders and his eyes locked on mine, Stiles said in his sweetest voice, "Are you ready?" I just grinned and slowly moved his member inside of me. The first insertion is always the best. Suddenly I was full of him and he was consumed by me. I raised myself up, revealing the now wet base of his dick. Stiles moaned with pure pleasure as he closed his eyes. This was my domain. This is what I was best at. I lowered myself, allowing all of him to enter me again. Another moan came from his lips and I knew I was in the zone.
I leaned down and started suckling on his neck and I moved my body up and down, getting faster with each movement. I felt Stiles' hands move from my lower back to my bottom, where he gripped it tightly and began thrusting to the rhythm of my movements. He was so deep inside now, I had to concentrate to keep my movement in check. I tried my best to keep my head buried in his neck and my hips in rhythm with him, but then he moved one hand from my butt all the way to my clit. As soon as he started to rub it with his fingertip, I lost my composure. I let out the most savage moan and buried my face in the pillow instead.
"There's my girl," I could hear the satisfied smile in his voice. He rubbed my clit harder and used his other hand to press me even closer to him. I didn't think he could possibly go any deeper, but somehow he found a way. I couldn't control the groans of pleasure as they erupted from me and I knew he loved it. He started to rub even harder and faster, his grip firm on my ass, keeping himself as deep inside me as he could. My groans quickly turned to screams, which I still tried to keep muffled with the pillow, but I knew there was no way we could have done this while Stiles' dad had been home. Suddenly my knees slipped from under me and began to shake. I could feel every muscle in my body contract as I let out a disgustingly satisfied cry.
Stiles moved his hand from my clit to my back and started to kiss my neck. "I know you don't think we're done," he whispered into my neck as I panted loudly against his pillow. He slowly cradled me and shifted us again, so now he was on top. I tried to think of something witty to respond back with, but I was still trying to catch my breath. "I want to see you do that again," he said with a devilish smile as he moved his mouth from my neck down to my breast. As he started to suck on my tits, I felt the wetness return to my insides. Stiles must have felt it too, since he still had a raging boner inside me, and he began to suck harder.
I started to moan again, loving the feeling of him inside me, and he ran his fingertips along my sides. He pulled himself out of me just a little, then thrust himself in again. He did it again, this time pulling more of himself out. I felt my eyes start roll back in my head and gripped my nails into Stile's back.
He lifted his head from my chest. "Wait for me this time, yeah babe?" he asked with a joking smile. I tried to laugh, but was caught off guard as he thrust himself into me hard. I groaned again, which fueled his fire. He started gaining speed, pulling out further and sliding back in with such smoothness I couldn't help but think I was made of silk down there. I wrapped my legs around his waist, allowing him to get even deeper, and he accepted the offer with glee. He got faster and harder and deeper. Soon he was thrusting so fast I could feel my screams building again. I could feel my breast bouncing in the rhythm of his thrusts, but that's not what Stiles was looking at. He was watching me intensely as his mouth opened to let his own groans of pleasure escape. We were creating our own kind of song, with his deep, raspy moans, my soft but powerful shrieks, and the creak of his bed as his thrusts gained more power. He moved faster and faster until I could feel my legs begin to shake again. With one final scream and a shocking groan, I felt my pussy contract so tight around Stiles, I could feel the pulsing as he erupted inside me.
We stayed there for a few moments, Stiles still on top of and inside of me, both of us gasping for air. Finally Stiles leaned down and gently started kissing my lips. He didn't break our kisses until he had pulled himself out of me and rolled us both over on our sides. Then he pulled away from me, and smiled. "You're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen," he said, pushing a piece of my unbelievably messed up hair behind my ear. I wiggled myself closer to him, placing my hands on his chest and resting my head on his arm.
"Stiles...?" I finally said after a few blissfully quiet moments. "I...I think I'm in love with you."
Stiles pulled me closer. "I love you too, Lydia. I always have."
"Hmph, 'don't care about him', huh?"
Lydia shot up in bed to see where the voice came from, but she already knew whose it was. There she found Aiden sitting in Stiles' desk chair, watching her with a look of disgust.
"You know, I actually thought I meant something to you. But I guess I was just another notch in the belt for Lydia Martin."
Suddenly I jolted awake. I quickly looked around her, trying to grasp my bearings, but I found no Stiles, no Aiden, just my own empty purple room. I sat up in bed, still shaking from the shock, and rubbed the sleep out of my eyes. I looked at the bedside clock. 4:15 am.
I sighed. "Third time this week," I said to myself, pulling off my covers and going to start on some studying. I know there's no going back to sleep now.
Author's note: I hope you enjoyed this first chapter! Please let me know if you did and the next chapter will be up soon!