Stydia One Shots

Motel California (Smut)

Note: Its better if you don't play the song until Stiles gets out of bed, but its a free country so..

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No shirt, no blouse

Just us, you find out

- Sweater Weather, The Neighbourhood 

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"Keep your dirty little hands to your dirty little selves!" Coach yells at passing by students. They all roll their eyes and grab their keys. Coach points a finger at Stiles, catching the boy by surprise. "That means you Stilinski." He tells him. 

Stiles puts his hands up in surrender. "That was one time." Stiles awkwardly replies. He was referring to the time that Coach walked in on him in Lydia in his office, which wasn't his fault. Damn Lydia and her sex appeal. 

"I don't have time for your lies!" Coach hisses and tosses the keys at Stiles. 

He catches them with one hand - lacrosse practice was playing off. Stiles walks away before Coach can go on with yelling at him. He catches up with Isaac, who was grinning, as always. "Have you seen Lydia?" Stiles asks. 

Isaac glances around briefly before shrugging. "Not since we got off, no." Isaac replies, making Stiles frown. Stiles stops to look for her. The motel didn't look clean, and he had this bad feeling in the pit of his stomach about it. 

Someone taps him on the back and he spins around. "Shit- Lyds you scared me." Stiles hisses at her. She just laughs while Stiles murmurs about having a mini heart attack. "You could've been a werewolf or something, its not funny." 

"Sorry, I just, you sound like a kitten. Its cute." Lydia comments. She purses her lips until the laughter goes away and hooks her thumb in the strap of her bag. Stiles glares at her. "I'm not cute, I'm not cute at all." Stiles announces. 

Lydia shakes her head at the ground. She turns and starts walking towards the motel, still with pursed lips. "This motel is creepy." Stiles says. He walks next to her, his hands in his pockets as he does. "You think everything is creepy." 

Stiles walks close to her. He doesn't admit that he's kind of scared to sleep in this motel. "You know, Coach basically called me out on the sex in the classroom thing. Thats your fault." He says. "Its definitely your fault." Lydia responds without missing a beat. Damn Stiles and his sex appeal. 

"How is it my fault?" Stiles questions, placing a hand over his heart. Before she can tell him why exactly its his fault - 'cause he's the one that dragged her in there in the first place - Allison bounces over to Lydia, wrapping an arm around the strawberry blonde. 

"We're sharing rooms right?" Allison asks. Lydia nods. Stiles pouts slightly at the notion, but keeps walking up the stairs. They part ways at the top of the stairs. Lydia and Allison go in the room to the left and Stiles goes into the room to the right. 

Scott comes in a few minutes later and flops on the bed with a groan. 

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Stiles rolls out of bed. He notices Scott isn't in his bed anymore - probably gone to have sex with either Allison or Kira, he's not sure.  

He couldn't sleep. There was something seriously wrong with this place. Stiles puts his ear to the wall and listens quietly. 

Theres a faint sound of the shower from the other side of the wall. Stiles smirks, knowing that Allison most likely isn't the one in the shower and his favorite strawberry blonde is. He wonders if she can't sleep either.

Not all of his thoughts are purely sexual when he steps out of his motel room, though most of them are. Stiles knocks on the door. He gets no reply. Stiles twists the doorknob, finding its open.