Stydia One Shots

Snippets Pt. 2/2

The boy caught her when she was weak, and touched her though they both knew he shouldn't have. He wrote secret poetry about her, lines that could be turned into lyrics describing a crush that grew into something more. He called her his dirty little secret, and sometimes it frightened her how much she loved to be his.

His jeep was once used to drive her places, once or twice as a place where he'd make her moan. It always felt as if he was pushing her off the edge of a narrow cliff, 'cause suddenly she'd spilling onto his lips with shaking thighs and twitching fingertips.

There was an obvious difference between the blonde and the brunette boy. The blonde left her bruised, leaking with something that smelled of bile. His kisses were not sins but tragedies, and his thrusts made her feel worse than his glares.

It occurred to her that he didn't love her at all. She was just someone for him to take his own pain out on, the way her head bumped roughly against his headboard proved that. The girl's mind continuously asked her why she let him touch her in the first place.

Then there was the brown-haired boy, Stiles. Her mother had told her once that love, in the end, was only pain, but Lydia thought it was healing. Cause every time he kissed her, every time he ran through alpha packs and demon spirits to come find her it felt like he was washing the rest of the world away.

A/N

Also short af, still just a snippet. More coming soon. Some smut/fluff, pure sinful smut, and pure fluff.