Just Stydia Things.

«30» Morning Treat

A Christmas Special! ❤

Warning: Mature Content

Listen to: Death of me by Alex Jordahl

Stiles was woken up by the sound of music from downstairs and a good smell of morning food. He stretched and yawned staying on his bed for a bit around ten minutes. He then found himself strolling down the stairs only wearing his sweatpants and and ordinary maroon shirt. His hair fucked up and some areas of his skin still had marks from the pillows. As soon as he got to the kitchen, he saw that someone had turned his Bluetooth speakers on and some mellow yet beaty music was playing.

She'll be the death of me cause baby I believe in you...

The lyrics played. Stiles' eyes wandered around the kitchen until they landed on a certain strawberry blonde wearing a loose baggy sweater and tiny shorts. She was barefooted and her hair was tied in a messy bun making some stubborn curls go out. It smelled like she was making pancakes. There were already two glasses of orange juice served on the dining table and two empty plates.

Stiles quietly sneaked into the kitchen and leaned his arms on the counter watching her cook and listening to her voice. Her hips were swaying with the beat of the music making her ass look evidently perfect with each movement.

Lydia was stirring the uncooked pancake in a bowl when she turned around seeing him there. She squeaked and jumped a little bit. Sighing in relief, she glared at him.

" Did you seriously have to sneak up on me? "

" You're very energetic this morning. " he said ignoring her question.

Lydia rolled her eyes and gently poured the semiliquid on the frypan. She didn't notice him but Stiles had already stood up and walked behind her. Still, he was too quiet for her to know he was already there.

" Are you hungry? I'm making pancakes. " she said smiling as she gently took the pancake on the center for it to be heated well.

Stiles took her by surprise when he held her hips and pushed it against his. Lydia squeaked again and looked at him over her side.

" I'm not hungry for pancakes. " he whispered against her ear making Lydia feel the delicious feeling of his warm breath against her skin. Her eyes fluttered close before she even noticed. His teeth grazed on her earlobe. His hands moving on her inner thighs caressing before one hand went and turned the stove off. Stiles basically carried Lydia by her thighs and pinned her front body on the sink. She found herself letting out one guttural moan escape her lips. He smirked and pulled her shorts down halfway rather skillfully. He slid one hand inside. She was already wet for him. His breath shivered softly on her neck.

" Soaking wet for me, I see. "
" Yes, all for you. "

He pulled his hand out and neatly pulled her shorts back up. She pouted. Stiles chuckled.

" You thought I'd leave you like that. Think again, babe. "

Stiles held her hips firmly pushing her against the sink. Lydia groaned in pleasure and held on.

" What are you gonna do? " she breathed.

Stiles smirked and grinned. " I'm gonna have myself a little treat. "

Before Lydia could process what was happening, Stiles had already had her pinned and pushed on the dining table. He had pushed all the glasswares off. They made shattering noises down the floor. He had her legs wrapped around him. Their kisses were strong and rough. Lydia ripped Stiles shirt off whilst Stiles pulled her lower garments down. She squeaked at the force against his lips and the feeling of the cold wooden table against her back especially when he raised her shirt up only up to her chest so her boobs were bars to him. He squeezed and massaged them as his tongue whirled on her nipples. Lydia was basically almost screaming her moans. Her legs spread automatically. Stiles' one hand rubbing fastly against her soak. Lydia moved her hips against him basically grinding instinctly. Stiles' lips were invading Lydia's neck. Sucking and nibbling on her skin, he had created multiple love bites. When her nipples hardened, he got her message. Stiles started trailing her kisses down to her body until he reached her pussy. That's when he started placing kisses on her wet area. His lips were immediately soaked after a few kisses. Lydia's nails were basically digging into the table. So much more when he started doing her with his tongue. Lydia moaned repeatedly. Her guttural sounds from her throat echoed through the whole house. Stiles' fingers rubbing on her center as his tongue explored her walls. Lydia's legs began to shook. He had to holds her thighs with his arms firmly. Burying his face furthermore into her crotch, Lydia was now pulling and tugging on his hair. She would even often push him further to her pussy. His fingers thrusting and pushing into her tightness. Her walls kept clenching around him. Lydia made multiple screams of pleasure. Stiles cupped and squeezed Lydia's breasts as he kept going. Massaging on her hardness, it made Lydia's body rock on the dining table. She'd went crazy and hold the back of her hand. She'd bite on her lip till it'd bleed. Her nails would dig into his scalp. Stiles would often groan and growl in pleasure. Lydia could feel the smirk on his face against her. Stiles had already licked and sucked her dry. Finally, she found her release.

Stiles stood and smiled at her. Lydia was still panting and out of breath before him. She was a complete mess in her own cum.

" We're not done. " he smirked and flipped her to her behind making Lydia squeal but she giggled anyway and moaned when he felt a spring of pain on her butt cheek. Stiles had spanked. Her back was now before him. He quickly pulled his sweatpants along with his boxers before he spanked her ass again. Lydia squealed and moaned after he spreaded her legs and slid his erection inside her.

Well, Stiles did definitely enjoy eating Lydia's little pussy out and taking her ass to himself.

A nice morning treat for him.

Ew. I'm terrible at smut. XD

THANK YOU FOR READING!
-Kate