Dirty Little Secret {stydia}

Dirty Little Secret {STYDIA ONE SHOT CONTEST}

A/N: This is for Hepburnettes Stydia One-Shot Contest. Everyone needs that STYDIA fluff fanfic :)

"Shhh!" Lydia Martin whispered harshly. "They'll hear us!" Stiles Stilinski rolled his eyes. He gave her a big grin before resuming their kiss.

For as long as Stiles remembered he has loved one girl, Lydia Martin. She was the most beautiful girl in the world, but she was more than that. She was more than he had ever imagined. Ever since his almost panic attack and the kiss that followed, Lydia had insisted that it kept going. He didn't know why or how this was happening, but he sure as hell wasn't going to question it. This was Lydia freaking Martin. A goddess. The love of his life. Stiles can't screw this up-- he won't let himself.

Lydia gasped into the kiss, clutching onto his thin cotton shirt. "This is so incredibly wrong..." She mumbled over his lips. His lips traveled to her ear, "but so incredibly right..." He whispered. She shivered. Lydia pulled his lips back up to hers and kissed him hard.

After 10 minutes of a glorious makeout session, Lydia fixed her strawberry blonde hair, and adjusted her polyester skirt. "Tell no one." She said forcibly. Just like she always did. She walked away from a flushed Stiles Stilinski.

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Stiles was never one to complain when it came to spending time with Lydia. Whether they were being partners in crime or kissing, Stiles couldn't get enough of the strawberry blonde. No matter what he goes through, no matter what obstacles he has to face he knows in his heart that he is Lydia's. His body and soul belongs to her. It breaks Stiles's heart that she wants to keep them a secret. He knows that she is ashamed of him. Embarrassed even. And why wouldn't she be? Lydia is popular and Stiles is very well the opposite. Everyone knows it.

 

Whatever is happening between them is doomed to end. The problem is: Stiles never wants it to.

"Lydia!" Stiles yells as he catches up to the beautiful creature in front of him. Lydia turns back with a angry look on her face.

"You're drawing attention!" She hissed, looking around. Stiles smile dropped. He hung his head low, and nodded before adjusting his backpack and turning away from her. It hurts him so bad that she doesn't even want to be seen in public with him. Because all he wants is to show the world that the stunning Lydia Martin was his.

But that was impossible. Lydia wasn't his. And Stiles doesn't think she ever will be.

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Stiles was sitting at his desk in his bedroom. The laptop screen at full brightness. He needed something to take his mind off of Lydia. It hurt too much to think about her.

 

Suddenly, a knock at the door made him tense. Ever since Scott was bitten, Stiles was always super cautious about everything and anything. Stiles slowly made his way downstairs, and to the front door. He paused before reaching for the doorknob. He looked through the little hole and saw the familiar beautiful green eyes.

When Stiles opens the door, the redhead jumps into his arms. "Don't take earlier personally." She whispered over and over again, showering his neck with kisses. With a groan Stiles put all of his negative thoughts aside and kissed the girl that he loved with all of his heart.

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It has been months of Stiles and Lydia's dirty little secret. They weren't dating, but they also weren't friends with benefits. Friends with benefits entail that the two parties had to be friends; something Lydia and Stiles were clearly not. Stiles was itching to know what they were. He was ready to take the next step. He just hoped he had given Lydia enough time to let the idea sink in.