Oneshots | Stydia

I Need You {Short Story/Smut}

Part Three

Lydia's toes curled at the sensation. Stiles nipped at Lydia's bare shoulder, her tense muscles loosening the more he touched her.

"Stiles," Lydia moaned.

He dragged his teeth up her neck and began kissing her lips with a slow, gentle pace. His tongue licked across her bottom lip, making them part. Their tongues gyrate against each others, flicking against teeth as well.

His hands caress her rosy, freckled cheeks as they kissed, tugging her body down onto his. Lydia's hands, that were gripping his shirt, trails down his body until she brushes the bulge in his jeans. Stiles groans when she starts to palm him through the material.

His hands release her face and begins to fist the purple blankets under him. Her body slides down his until she's at eye level with his erection. Lydia quickly undoes his belt, pulling it out of the loops, and throwing it on the floor next to her discarded t-shirt.

She unzips his pants and he kicks them off. Her fingers latch around the elastic band of his boxers as she places soft kisses on his navel. His breathing starts to pick up in speed and Lydia smirks against his skin.

"Lydia," Stiles whimpers, "Please, I need you." Lydia rolls her eyes playfully and pulls down his Calvin Klein's.

She kisses his navel and then goes down from there. Lydia kisses down his length and back to his navel, then going back down again to place a searing hot kiss on the tip.

Her tongue peeks out of her mouth and swirls around the head, tasting his pre-come. Stiles eyes close and he gropes the blankets harder, trying to hold himself.

Soon, Lydia takes his cock into her mouth slowly, bobbing her head up and down, her tongue swirling around his shaft. Stiles' bucks his hips slowly until he reaches the back of her throat. Tears brim her eyes but she keeps going, sucking and licking him.

"Lydia—fuck—I'm close," He pants and Lydia goes slowly, making her ministrations longer. She starts paying more attention to the tip, working the rest of his dick with her hands. When she feels his dick jerk in her mouth, signaling he's about to come, she pulls away and jerks him off until he does. And soon, he comes, the clear load trickling down his length.

Lydia reaches for her plain t-shirt on the floor and wipes the sticky liquid off of him. Stiles smiles at her while he pants. He opens his arms for her and she rests into them. They lay in silence for a while, Lydia in his arms. 

"I'm going to quit lacrosse," Stiles finally admits after a while. Lydia looks up at him and he looks down at her, placing a kiss on her nose.

"Are you sure?" She asks and he nods.

"I don't like it anymore, it's just putting me through hell," He sighs and Lydia rubs his shoulder for reassurance. He smiles and then kisses her lips again.

"I should get going," He groans and slowly sits up. He pulls the covers over Lydia and pecks her on the forehead. She blushes slightly and he starts putting his clothes on.

"I'll see you at school," He says before leaving.

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As Stiles walks down the hall, he spots a certain strawberry blonde turning into another hallway that no one except the janitors use. He knows that it's a shortcut to the AP Math class.

Stiles tells Malia that he'll catch up with her later and removes his hand from her grip. Malia sighs but nods. She kisses him on the cheek and he forces a smile before walking towards them empty hallway.

Stiles manages to sneak up on Lydia and he scares her when he whispers in her ear, "Come over tonight." Lydia jumps an inch or two and blushes.

"You want me to come over to your place?" She asks and Stiles bites his bottom lip. He nods.

"I'll think about it," She quips and keeps walking. Stiles follows her and gently pushes her into the wall. His hands cup her face and he clashes their lips together. He smiles into the kiss and Lydia grins too.

His tongue sweeps across her bottom lip and he moans when her tongue enters his mouth that tastes like mint. Lydia hums in enjoyment. After a few minutes, Stiles pulls away. He's already hard and straining against the denim material of his jeans. Lydia looks down and notices his bulge.

"You might want to get rid of that," She teases, "Someone might suspect something."

Stiles smirks, "Suck me and it'll go away."

"Stiles, no," Lydia laughs.

"One fellatio, thats all I'm asking," Stiles whines. She pecks him on the lips and walks away.

"I'll see you tonight," She calls back.