Stydia One Shots

Obedience (Smut)

Warning: sinnnnnnnnnnnnnnn. And some light bondage. *winks in most unsexy way possible*

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Lydia tried to stay patient as he took his time with her, but it was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing second. Half of the boy's weight sat on her hips while he tied the knot, pausing to stop and let his eyes roam over her. His gaze was predatory, amber had turned to oak and his pupils grew large at the sight of her. He looks both in awe of her, and in complete control of the situation.

"Is it uncomfortable?" Stiles asks, hooking his finger in one of the loops that ties Lydia's hands to the bedpost and tugging on it lightly. He trails his finger down her forearm, waiting patiently for an answer.

"No, it isn't uncomfortable Stiles." Lydia replies softly. He continues to run his fingertip down her body, through the gap between her exposed breasts, stopping at the elastic band on her underwear. Lydia tries not to squirm, he's barely put his hands on her and she's already filled with anticipation - wondering why she isn't filled with other things right now.

Stiles climbs off her, using more grace than she thought he had, and disappears in the closet on the other side of the room. Lydia has to twist her body in a strange position to get a peek at him ruffling around in there, but quickly repositions herself when she sees him turning around.

He returns with two condoms, and a bundle of assorted lotions and oils clumped under his arm. Stiles places them on the nightstand for later. The side of his mouth tugs up into a little smirk when he notices Lydia watching him with wide emerald eyes, a look of lust poorly concealed on her face.

"You said you wanted me to help you with obedience, Lyds." Stiles says, amused. "Do you still want that?" He reaches out, brushing his thumb against an already-hard nipple. Lydia jerks upward ever so slightly, wanting more of him, but fights the urge to push her breast up into his hand. That would break one of their rules, and she doesn't want to disappoint Stiles by doing that.

"Yes, Stiles," Lydia replied urgently, trying hard not to moan as he began circling the pink nub, "I want it. I want it so much. Stiles, please."

"Good girl." He whispers, biting his lip. A wave of heat hits Lydia at his words, a hot buzz burns low in her stomach. She clenches her thighs together, trying to give herself some release since Stiles seems no where near taking off her panties yet. Lydia's reaction to the praise does not go unnoticed by Stiles, and lowers himself next to the bed to put his mouth on her.

He nips his way possessively down her collarbone, leaving rosy red marks on the cream skin. It feels as if he's sending a message - she's his, and Stiles couldn't be more glad. Lydia barely has enough time to take this into consideration though, because his mouth is soon replacing where his hand once was, and it's warm, and hot and fuck.

Stiles isn't as much of an awkward spaz anymore, he's grown up in a lot of ways. For instance, the first time they had sex he was an incredibly nervous wreck, when he touched her his hands shook and he kept looking down at himself self consciously, blushing whenever she'd so much as glance at him. This wiped the memory of that away.

He sucks her nipple into his mouth, Stiles' other hand going to palm at her other breast. His tongue circled the nub almost leisurely, as if he'd done this a thousand times before. Stiles teases her as much as possible, with one hand going between their bodies to pull the waistband on her panties, only to let it snap back against her skin.