A/N: Hey guys, here's chapter 6. If you are uncomfortable reading sexual things/smut, please skip this chapter.
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He's standing there on her porch, drenched from head to toe. His red hoodie is stuck to him, and so are his jeans. His face is red, like he'd been running. He looks like he's been standing there a while.
"What are you doing here?" She questions, her voice incredulous. "Are you crazy?"
"Maybe." He responds. "Lyds I'm sorry-"
"Save it." She cuts him off. "I don't want to hear your apology Stiles."
She expects him to back off and leave, but he does the opposite. "Too bad, you're gonna have to hear it because I'm not leaving until you do." He says.
She sighs and crosses her arms in front of her chest and waits, staring at him. He sighs before continuing.
"I'm sorry that I hurt you Lyds, but I was torn between two people and it wasn't fair. Not to me, you or Malia. I should have ensured things were over with her before kissing you, or telling you about my feelings. You deserved better than that. You still do."
She mentally agrees with everything he's saying, but she's still angry. "And what do you want me to do now?" She demands. "Am I supposed to forgive you?" She steps out from the house and onto the porch, not even caring about the rain. "Am I supposed to forget what you told me and you and everything?!"
"No." He says. He steps closer to her. "You're supposed to kiss me."
Before she can get another word out to protest, he's already pressing his lips to hers, hungrily and desperately. She kisses him back with the same fervor, her body acting of its own accord.
His tongue demands entrance past her lips and she opens up to him. Their tongues duel while his hands pull her impossibly closer, her hands already finding their usual spot in his hair. The rain is cold but she barely feel it, this slow burning heat building up inside her with every passing second.
He slowly inches her closer to the open front door, and she doesn't even realize what's happening until she feels the warmth of the house on her skin. He lifts her up by her thighs and her legs automatically wrap around him. He kicks the door closed with his right leg, all without breaking their kiss.
He leans her back up against the wall just before the stairs after kicking his shoes off. His lips break away from hers to her neck, where he suckled at her sensitive skin. She's panting in his ear and he finds her sweet spot, just beneath her collar-bone. She involuntarily grinds her center against him, causing him to groan.
"Fuck Lyds." He whispers against her. "Shut up." She commands.
She feels him smile on her skin, and he brings his face back up to hers. With him straightened out, she takes the opportunity to pull his hoodie and the shirt underneath it off.
She gasps when she sees him, and he smirks. "Your turn." He says before pulling her tank over her head.
His eyes drink her in and he smiles before dipping his head to kiss the exposed skin just above her lace black bra. She shivers and he chuckles. He reaches his hand behind her back and flicks open the clasp, all in one fell swoop.
She's too drunk on the feeling of him to even question how unnatural that should be.
He sighs when he sees her fully exposed, like he can't believe she's in front of him. "God, Lydia, you are so fucking beautiful."
She doesn't even feel herself blush at his comment, but she knows it's there. He lifts her back up into his arms, his hands tangled in her wet hair, making it look darker. Then he carries her up the stairs.
He still doesn't make it to the bedroom, his lips are back on hers as he leans her against the wall again. Her hands run along his back and neck, mapping out every inch of him she can reach.
One of his hands moves from the wall where he's bracing them, to caress her breast. She shivers against him and he smirks against her lips. He moves his hand to her nipple, plucking and rubbing. She moans into his mouth, not able to hold it back. He smiles and breaks their kiss to pepper a trail kisses from her chin to her collar-bone.
When she finally wills her voice to work again, she whispers to him "Just get me into the bedroom already." He chuckles against her and obliges, hoisting her up and swinging her around in a circle before entering her bedroom, wet hair flying.
He carefully lays her down on the bed before peeling her jeans off of her. Making his way back up to her lips, he leaves open-mouthed kisses from her pelvis to her breasts to her chin. She sighs underneath him, feeling every kiss burn hotter on her skin. She can't get enough of him and yet it feels like she's already undone.
She kisses him while she runs her hands over his chest, the smooth skin hot under her palms. She grazes his nipple a few times, eliciting a groan from him.
She finds the strength to flip them over, and breaks their kiss to kiss her way across his chest. She peppers kisses all over, dipping closer to his pants. She can hear her heart beating in her ears while she pulls off his jeans. When she looks back up at him, she can see the slow burn of his gaze, hungry for more of her. Feeling bold, she decides to pull his boxers off him too.
Once he's free of them, she lowers herself to his cock. She's close enough so that she knows he can feel her breath, and without even touching it, she makes him shiver.
She takes him in her mouth and she hears him groan. She feels smug as she pumps him with her mouth, her hand assisting.
After about a minute she feels his hands come up on either side of her head gently and pull her away. She looks up at him, a look full of desire on his face.
"This is going to be over before it even starts if you keep doing that." He breathes out.
She laughs and makes her way back up to kiss him. He flips them over before she has the chance, though. He kisses his way down her body, stopping at her breasts to tease a nipple with his tongue. She moans.
He chuckles as he moves further, just above her panties. She feels like the might explode from anticipation, silently urging him on in her head.
He feels her through the lacy fabric, his fingers pushing into the wet folds to find her clit. When he does he hears the confirmation, she's unable to hold back the guttural sound that comes from the back of her throat.
He smirks and moves one of his hands to her hips, gently removing her underwear, rubbing her clit all the while. He kisses the inside of her right thigh as he plunges two fingers inside her, and she moans again.
Thank god no one else is here, she thinks briefly.
He pumps his fingers in and out of her, finding the spot she cries out the most and working it. He sees her back bow a little out of his view as he brings his lips to her, beginning to lash at her center.
She feels herself explode and she can't hold in the noise that comes out of her throat, breathy and high-pitched. He waits for her to come down before he removes his fingers, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.
He moves up to her and kisses her, leaving her even more breathless than before. She tastes herself on his lips, and she licks the taste from his teeth. She smiles as he pulls away.
"I have condoms in the side table." She tells him, pointing to her right.
He slowly gets up, and rummages in the drawer to find one. She watches him open it and roll it over himself, and she swears she sees his hand shake. She crawls over to him and places a kiss to his collar-bone before she asks: "Are you still?"
He quickly nods at her. "Yeah, Malia and I, we never..." He trails off.
She kisses him, sweeter and softer this time, then locks eyes with him. Her hand comes up to caress his cheek. "It's okay, just take your time." She tells him.
He nods again quickly and she lays herself back down on the bed. He crawls over her,and hovers at her entrance. He kisses her desperately as he slowly pushes in.
"Fuucckk." He groans as he pulls away from her lips.
Tru dat, her mind agrees. She waits a bit before she urges him to move, her hips lifting up to meet him further.
He groans again but gets the idea. He begins to thrust in and out of her, and she meets his strides. Pushing and pulling and slamming together and oh god.
She wants to roll them over but she isn't sure how long he'll last, so she rolls her hips to create more tension, and she hears him gasp. She feels him hit somewhere inside her that she hasn't felt before, and he hears it in her voice when she says: "Stiles."
He holds his own as he hits the spot over and over, and she can feel herself reaching for climax, her muscles tightening around him.
He feels it too and follows her, unable to hold it back. He groans her name as he comes, his hands holding her hips.
He collapses on top of her, both of them breathing heavily. She feels him place a kiss to her chest before he pulls out of her.
She's still trying to catch her breath when he lays back down beside her, so close they're breathing the same air. They look at each other, like they've never seen the other.
She finds the courage to use her voice again after what seems like forever. "So this is what you want?" She asks him.
He smiles. "Yeah Lyds, I love you." He moves his mouth to hers, kissing her like he knows her inside and out, down to her very soul.
"I love you too." She whispers back. His arms wrap around her and pulls her closer, skin on skin as he sighs happily.
A/N: I wanted to comment on Stiles' experience here. I wanted to make it real, he had obviously been experimenting with Malia, you can tell on the show that they care about each other and are being at least a bit physical; which is the reason I made Stiles good at oral, but still a virgin.
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