A/N: Hey guys. Here's what I've been writing since I've been without internet. It's pretty much all smut and completely AU, College!Stydia coming your way!
Please please review and as always, happy reading! xoxo
He doesn't remember how it happened exactly, all he knows is she started it.
He's sitting in his dorm room one Friday night after a disaster experience at a frat party. He'd gone to the party with a few lacrosse teammates and a bunch of them were taking shots in the kitchen. A few rounds in, someone decided it was a good idea to throw up on his shoes.
Yeah, so that kinda killed his drinking mood.
He came back to his dorm early and alone, deciding the night was over for him. He had played a few rounds of death match on COD, then shut his xbox off when he got bored.
After willing sleep to come for the thousandth time that night, he hears a knock on the door.
When he opens the door, he sucks in his breath. Lydia Martin is standing in his doorway, drunk as fuck. He sees that she's dressed to the nines, but she has a smear of eyeliner on her right temple, and she smells of alcohol. She's also leaning to one side, when she's usually always standing up straight. Her strawberry blonde hair is curled and pinned to the left of her head, silver hoop earrings dangling from her ears. She's wearing a purple over the shoulder sequinned dress and black pumps, something she'd never wear other than to the bar or a party. He stands there with a surprised look on his face, as she's the last person he'd expect to be knocking on his door at 2 am.
She doesn't even say anything, or give him a chance to speak. She just grabs his face forcefully with her hands and plants one on him.
And he wasn't going to complain.
He covers his shock surprisingly well, kissing her back with the same enthusiasm, his left hand coming up to cup her cheek as her arms wrap around his neck.
"Mmm Stiless.." She hums, a smirk glazing over her face.
At least she knows who she's kissing. He thinks.
He pulls her into the room and shuts the door. She leans him up against the wall, not seeming to care that she's knocking over a lamp in the process. She's almost as tall as he is with those shoes on.
She kisses him again, hard and blazing. He gets lost in her, his fingers are tangled in her hair, the lamp that crashed to the floor forgotten. She's keeping the control pretty well considering she can barely stand. Past the smell of tequila he can smell her perfume, it's familiar and intoxicating.
She breaks away from him to try and pull his shirt over his head. But she fails miserably and falls backward slightly, only keeping herself upright by grasping the pockets of his jeans with her fingertips.
"Little drunk are we?" He laughs at her. She raises her eyebrows at him and stares at his chest. He gets the idea and pulls his shirt over his head.
"Asss a skunk." She slurs, grinning and flinging her high heels off her feet, landing somewhere unknown in the room.
"Were you at the thelta delta party?" He asks, trying to figure out where she would be dressed up like this.
"Would you shut up and just kiss me?" She orders while looking up at him, her filter obviously long gone.
He wasn't going to argue with that.
He grins and lifts her up by the back of her thighs. Her legs automatically wrap around him bunching up her dress at her waist, while her arms snake around his neck again. One of his hands comes to the back of her neck, the other on the small of her back. He obliges to her request and kisses her roughly as he tries to walk around the mess of the room without falling over.
He sets her down in front of his bed, choosing to keep her standing. He grasps her shoulder and turns her around so he can get the dress off. He finds the zipper on her left side and slides it down, pressing a kiss to her neck as he does. He hears her sigh contentedly. She shimmies out of the dress and kicks it across the floor with her foot, and he doesn't care to see where it lands.
Once she turns around, he takes the opportunity to look her up and down. She's wearing a black lacy bra that looks like it clasps in the front, and a matching thong. He feels himself hardening just from the sight of her. She sits down on the bed and he moves closer to her, so that he's hovering above her. She's looking up at him with lustful eyes as she moves her gaze to his chest. She runs her palms over the muscles of his stomach, and he swears he hears a tiny groan escape her lips. He smirks at her and leans in closer, as she puts her arms back around his neck and her hands find their way into his hair.
She starts her assault on his lips again, and he leans her back so she's laying on the bed. She licks the seam of his lips and he opens up to her. He can taste the tequila and for some reason he finds a hint of Cheetos. She duels with his tongue, sighing into him. He swears he's getting drunk off the feel of her, soft and warm and just like he imagined. He wants to say all of his thoughts out loud, like how gorgeous she is and perfect and oh god.
Suddenly she rolls them over without breaking their kiss. How, he doesn't know, because he knows he wouldn't be able to if he were as drunk as she is. She breaks the kiss to move to his neck, suckling at the sensitive skin above his collar bone. "Oh god, Lyds." He breathes.
She trails kisses from his neck, across his chest, stomach, and just above his waistline. She moves her head to remove his jeans.
"Where's your roommate?" She asks while fumbling with his zipper.
He reaches his left hand to his pants to help her out, replying "Went home for the weekend."
"M'Kay, good." She says while pulling his jeans off.
She pulls his boxers off too, his cock springing free. She giggles at it, before leaning down closer to inspect. She's so close he can feel her hot breath. She teases him a bit, blowing hot air up and down the shaft, and he feels himself shiver. Then, she takes him in her mouth, licking around the tip as she does.
"Fuck." He moans loudly and he feels her chuckle.
She pumps him eagerly with her mouth, and he can barely think. Her hair is grazing and tickling his belly as she moves up and down. His left hand comes up to cradle the back of her head while she fucks him with her mouth. Each time she bobs down he's sure he's not going to last, like all his stamina as been thrown out the window. He feels himself getting close and his hips start to jerk involuntarily. His breath quickens and his thoughts are lost. She adds her right hand to the mix to assist, and the added pressure does him in. A gluttoral sound escapes his lips as he comes, hot and fast. She takes all of his come and licks him clean before moving away from him.
She moves up to his face to kiss his lips again, passionately this time. He can taste himself on her tongue, running along his as she explores his mouth. When He grasps her sides and flips her over, she makes a surprised noise.
"Your turn." He grins at her, then kisses his way down her stomach. His right hand comes down between her legs to feel her through the lacy fabric of her panties. They're soaked with her arousal.
He feels through the panties and her folds until he finds he finds her clit. The sound she makes when he makes contact goes right to his groin. "You're... Gonna.. Kill meee." She breathes out. He smirks and decides to shed her underwear, dragging it down her hips. He places teasing kisses along her inner thigh before moving to her clit. He hears her breath catch and he feels smug.
He begins lashing at her with his tongue, every once in a while adding a nibble. He pushes a finger into her and he feels her shudder. "Oh." She breathes out, her voice a few octaves higher than normal.
He continues like that until he starts to feel her muscles tighten, then he adds a second finger. He can feel himself hardening again, but he chooses to focus on her. He can see her chest rising and falling steadily, the sounds leaving her mouth making him painfully harder. He feels her clench and explode around his fingers, and her back bows off the bed. He lets her come down before removing his fingers, wiping them on the bed spread.
He crawls up to her face, a look of satisfaction spread over her features. He kisses her again, hard and desperate, and she licks the taste of herself from his teeth.
He breaks the kiss to turn his attention to the only article of clothing left; her bra. He flicks it open, and slides it out from under her back. He finds himself staring for a moment, his face filled with awe. He spends time mapping out her breasts, the feel and shape and the way she squeaks when he brushes over her nipples.
He breaks the contact to reach for a condom, rolling it over himself with ease. He comes back to her and hovers over her, placing a quick kiss to her lips. Then, he slowly pushes into her, feeling her stretch to accommodate him.
"Fuck Lyds." He groans against her.
She silences him with another kiss, stealing his breath. He finds a steady rhythm that she matches, rolling her hips with him. He places open mouthed kisses to her neck as he thrusts, her hands grasping and tugging at his hair.
Out of no where she flips them over again, a devilish grin on her face. He's amazed by the coordination she has in her state, but the thought is quickly forgotten as she begins moving on top of him. She hits somewhere deeper than he did and it's tighter somehow and he can't even think. His hands hold her hips, his thumbs grazing over the creamy skin of her stomach.
She grabs his left hand with hers and brings it up to her breast. He somehow finds the concentration to tweak her nipple while she fucks him, her movements becoming more desperate. He feels her starting to tighten around him and he hears a moan coming deep from her throat while she says his name.
"Stiles," She says it like she's pleading. He quickly flips them over and drives into her hard until he hears her cry out, and he feels her clench around him. He follows her immediately, unable to hold it in after the sounds she made.
He rests on top of her while he rides the wave of pleasure they created, head leaning on her chest. He feels her heaving as she breathes, trying to catch her breath. He slowly pulls out of her, moving away from the bed to discard the condom. He cleans himself hastily and locks his door before he returns to her.
She's already taken her earrings out and set them on his bedside table. She's wriggled into the sheets and curled up into a ball facing the wall. He smiles softly to himself and curls up next to her, his left arm draping over her.
"Are you really staying the night?" He whispers, vulnerable and almost afraid of the answer.
"Mmmhmm, I don't think I can walk right now, so I think I'll stay here." She says, sighing.
He smiles wider and closes his eyes, his face snuggled into the crook of her neck. He feels her entwine their fingers and his last thought before he passes out is I could get used to this.
