Stalia drabble #7
Anon asked: Please do a drabble where Stiles is jealous of Lydia and Malia's friendship
Thanks for the request, warning: a bit nsfw.
"Alright, I'm out." Malia says as she grabs her purple backpack from Stiles's bed, she throws it over her shoulder, but Stiles grabs her by the waist as she walks past him, she grunts lowly, but stays in his warm embrace, blowing a few strands of wild hair out of her face.
"Where are you going?" He asks, nuzzling her warm neck with his nose, a shiver shoots down her spine, but she gently removes his arms from her waist, and turns to smile at him.
"Lydia's, she wants me to come help her pick out a formal dress for prom, I don't know why she wants my opinion but.. it's nice to have friends." She says, kind of thinking out loud in a daze, Stiles looks at his girlfriend, pouting slightly.
"I figured we could stay in tonight, order take out from your favorite place, and watch a movie or something." He says, his pout on his lips doesn't disappear.
Malia catches onto his mood, smiling lightly, but then stops because she knows Stiles will just deny her next assumption of his mood.
"It's just.. you've been spending a lot of time with Lydia." He says, looking at anywhere but her face, and Malia notices how his eyebrows raise, slightly, but she turns away before she can stifle a laugh.
"Someone's jealous." She murmurs under her breath and Stiles makes a slight coughing noise, that makes the situation even funnier, she turns towards him, smoothing her hair over her shoulders, he glances at her, his mouth slightly open, about to protest the notion she just said.
"Stiles it's okay, you can admit it." She says, as she turns away, grabbing her car key's from the adjacent wooden table, but he grabs her arm, softly, as he scoffs at the idea, turning her towards him, she looks into his soft brown eyes.
"I am not jealous, please." He says, rolling his light brown eyes, but she hears his heart beat pick up slightly, as she gives him a knowing glance, as to say I know you're lying.
"Okay, so I admit, this is not jealously but.. I want my Malia time, too." He says in the most pitiful voice, and she feels her heart soften as he holds her closer, kissing her neck softly, she bites her lip.
"But Lydia wants me to help her." She says in between gritted teeth, because the neck kissing felt too good, it had been awhile since they've been this intimate towards each other, she leans back against his chest.
"Just say you're sick, make up a lie." He says quickly, as he nips at the sensitive part of her flesh, and all her thoughts go out the window at that moment. She moans a low growl, but then snaps back to reality.
"She's going to… kill me." Malia says in between shallow breaths at the pleasure he's giving her, starts to move his hand, but he turns her around, pushing her against the wall in his room, and he stares into her eyes, they seem wild, and it's just making her want him more.
"Stiles…you know Lydia, she'll figure it out." She says breathless, but he puts a finger to her lips, and she stares into his lustful brown eyes, she missed this, she did miss him a lot, more then she realized.
"It'll be ok, just.. um.. tell her your car broke down." He says as he presses his lips urgently against hers, she kisses him back, holding onto his soft hair, she closes her eyes with his, as they make out against his wall, it's sending shivers down her spine, as he backs her up against the wall, and she can't remember a time where Stiles was this territorial with her, but she likes it. His hands go down her waist slowly, holding onto her butt, as she leans more against him, enjoying the immediate warmth he always brings her.
Suddenly, her phone rings in her, and she breaks the kiss, but not without hearing a low whine come from his throat, which she feels the same way, as she tries to catch her breath. His hands are still rubbing her sides, going lower, and she can't think as she presses talk on her phone.
"Hello." She says in the most logical way she can think of at this time, as her eyes roll back into her head, as he presses soft kisses along her collarbone, her hands shake slightly as they hold the phone.
"Where are you? it's been an hour!" Lydia says in her proper voice, and Malia opens her mouth a little, trying not to breathe too heavy, she knows Lydia is already mad at her, she tries to think about what Stiles said, but all she can think is how good his kisses feel going down her neck, his fingers fumble with the buttons on her shirt, and she leans back.
"Hello…" Lydia says, in her impatient voice, and Malia feels her face heat up, as her bottom lip shivers slightly.
"I.. my car broke down, I'm going through a tunnel.. " She makes the most obnoxious voices, and she knows Lydia is yelling over her, but she hangs up, throwing the phone against the wall, as she grabs Stiles by his waist, pushing him back on the bed, she lands on top of him.
"Damn you, Stilinksi." She whispers, as he grips her hips hard, and she leans down to kiss him, his warm hands roaming her body, going under her skirt, as he presses himself against him, and she moans at the contact.
Their heavy breathing fills the room, as undress each other, and do the thing they hadn't done in a long time.
After, Malia lays in Stile's arm and he holds her, stroking her brown hair with his fingertips.
"See, that wasn't so bad." He says with a slight smirk to his lips, as he kisses her shoulder, she gives him a small glare, as she shakes her head.
"It was worth it, Stiles, but.. Lydia is going to kill me." She says, as she bites her lip, thinking of how Lydia was going to be so mad tomorrow, but Stiles scoffs lightly, pulling her closer to him, and the worry fade, as he presses his lips to hers again.
"She'll get over it." He says softly, as he smirks, pulling her on top of him again, and she smooths her hair back, leaning down to kiss her boyfriend's awaiting lips.
