I'm The Father?(teen wolf au)

9|"...I Am Horribly In Love.."

*graphic(mature) skip if you would like, I will make a notice of where to start reading again*

Stiles' slams his head into the head board. Lydia laughs hysterically as she lies on her back under him. "Are you okay?" She asks, giggling.

"Ya ya I'm fine, I'm also horny as all hell, so ya lets move on," Stiles rambles before slamming his lips onto Lydia's again. They are already naked, for when Stiles entered his apartment Lydia was lying on his bed, clothing-less. It did  not take long for Stiles to undress after that. Stiles allows Lydia to flip herself on top of him. Their lips pull apart and Lydia sits up on Stiles' waist. She runs her hands slowly down his abdomen, teasing him with her slow speed.

"You have a condom?" Lydia asks.

"I thought you had it?" Stiles states breathing heavily.

"I told you to get it!" Lydia states with wide eyes.

"Its okay I have one from high school graduation still in my night stand," Stiles says reaching and grabbing it. It's old, that's risky, whatever, Lydia thinks to herself as she takes the rubber and places it on the mattress for safe keeping. "For gods sake Lydia c'mon!" He groans. She smirks.

"You're clearly ready, but I'm just disdained to say, I'm not quite there," Lydia tells him with a sickly sweet smirk on her swollen red lips. Stiles groans and sits up with Lydia and picks her up by her ass, getting out of the bed and slamming her against the wall. She laughs passionately as Stiles presses her against the cold wall, sending shivers up her spine. Stiles sticks a single finger in her. Lydia closes her eyes. Stiles slips in another finger. Lydia smiles and lets her head fall into Stiles shoulder, taking in his musky scent. Stiles pumps his fingers, adding yet another. Lydia throws her head back and sighs. Stiles, determined, shoves his last finger it her. He pumps his fingers more vigorously. Lydia bounces with his fingers movements. "Stiles," she whispers. Stiles withdrawals his fingers and Lydia smirks. She flips Stiles onto the wall and kneels down slowly. Stiles smirks, knowing what's next. Lydia's lips reach his tip. He closes his eyes and lets Lydia widen her mouth around his member. She bobs her head back and forth speeding up gradually. Stiles places his hand on the back of Lydia's head, urging her to go faster.

Lydia teasingly pulls away and backs away towards the bed. Grabbing the condom, she tosses it to Stiles who takes little time in putting it on. Stiles then makes his way quickly to the bed and lands on top of Lydia, who has her legs spread. Stiles inserts himself and grabs onto Lydia's back, he begins to thrust willingly. Lydia moans his name. Stiles grips her back harder and he begins to move faster. Lydia begins to bounce with Stiles' movements. Stiles takes one of his hands and places it on the head board to steady himself so he can go more forcefully. With a single movement of his hips, Lydia practically screams his name and they finish at the same time.

*end of mature content*

Stiles rolls off of Lydia and they pant next to each other on the bed. "Holy fuck."
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The next afternoon Stiles and Lydia show up at Allison's apartment. Allison is standing in her living room, arms crossed over her chest. "Hello my nymphomaniacs, sit down on this couch, we need to talk." Lydia and Stiles look at each other like two mischievous kids who stole the last cookie, but they obey Allison. They sit silently for one second. "I am going to talk and for the first time ever, you two aren't going to interrupt, got it?" Allison demands. The two sex buddies nod. "Okay. This is my baby. It won't be a baby forever. It's going to grow up and go to school, get a job, graduate college and have kids of their own. I think that it is about time that I start making my own rules if I want to be a good parent. First new rule. I am the parent, I will decide if it is in the baby's best interest to have a father. I am going to decide whether or not she needs a father who might not even want her. I know that Scott is your best friend Stiles, but this is my baby, my child, I might tell him, I might not, that is up to me. And if in ten years, my child wants to meet it's father, I will in a split second call Scott and tell him he has a kid. But as of right now, I probably won't be telling Scott at the wedding and you're just going to have to get over that, got it?" Allison states strongly, her form never faltering. Stiles and Lydia stare up at Allison with wide eyes.

"You're right Allison, I stick to my opinions, but you have every right in the world to oppose me," Stiles tells his friend. She nods and purses her lips, turning her head to Lydia. The strawberry blonde scratches her head.

"You and my honey bee will be okay as long as you have each other, and me of course," Lydia states smiling. Stiles smiles and kisses Lydia's cheek, then frowns, as if thinking of something. Lydia catches his change in expression.

"I don't think I should hang out with you two if Scott won't know about the baby," Stiles explains. Allison opens her mouth to speak. Stiles hushes her. "No Allison, you have your rights and so do I," Stiles sighs and squeezes his hands together, "and so does Scott... all I want right now is to watch this little bean grow up and I want to be the best uncle she has ever seen, but that's not fair. If Scott can't even know about his child, I sure as hell can't stay with you two and see my nephew or niece constantly. I'll make sure the kid receives a check in the mail for every birthday and every Christmas, but I can't be truly involved in their life if their own father can't be, you understand don't you?" Stiles says it all so fast, it takes a moment for Lydia and Allison to process what he said.

"Oh..." is all Lydia says.

"I'll make sure the baby knows about you, you won't just be that guy that's sends me money every holiday," Allison replies sadly, tears beginning to appear. Stiles stands up from the sofa, leaving Lydia's silent side to hug Allison. Her emotions are overflowing. Stiles wraps his arms around Allison tightly.

"Hey don't cry baby mama, you'll still see me here and there," Stiles claims. Allison nods and takes in Stiles scent. "I'll see you at the wedding." Allison smiles slightly.

"If I do tell him, you're the first to know," Allison tells him. Stiles nods and pulls away from Allison, then looks back at Lydia who is standing now. He smirks and kisses her on the cheek.

"It was a good run Martin, now go get a boyfriend, it shouldn't be hard with your brain and body, not exactly in that order," Stiles jokes. Lydia nods and watches as Stiles walks slowly out of the apartment, throwing them a peace sign before closing the door completely. Lydia sits back down on the couch. Allison swipes the tears away from her cheeks and sits next to Lydia.

"I'm glad he took that so well," Allison states, collecting herself. Lydia just nods slowly.

"Yup," she says, mindlessly. Allison stands up and walks to the kitchen to start making lunch.

"You want a sandwich Lyds?" Allison yells to her friend. Lydia shakes her head.

"No I don't want a fucking sandwich," Lydia says, clearly aggravated.

"Jesus Lydia, if there's something you want to say, spit it out," Allison says, matching her tone to Lydia's. Lydia stands up quickly.

"Why can't you make everyone's lives easier and just tell Scott that he is a fucking father!" Lydia screams. Allison shakes her head.

"You don't mean that," she says weakly. Lydia rolls her eyes.

"Jesus fuck Ali! I grew up without a dad for part of my life, he may have been an ass, but he was my dad and he still wasn't there! And that hurt! Scott is tearing himself apart because he can't have you! And now the guy I think I am horribly in love with just walked out of both of our lives because you can't tell Scott, the single most caring person in the world, that you're pregnant with his child!" Lydia screams, her face red with anger. Allison stands still, tearing beginning to drip from her eyes. Lydia throws up her hands in aggravation and storms out of the small loft. Allison sits down on one of the kitchen stools, putting her elbows on the counter and her head in her hands. She just cries. Nothing dramatic, just crying.