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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Choose_Not_To_Use_Archive_Warnings, Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Lydia_Martin/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Lydia_Martin, Stiles_Stilinski, Jackson_Whittemore, Aiden_(Teen_Wolf)
  Additional Tags:
      First_Time, Sweet
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-19 Words: 1324
****** The Perfect Night ******
by HopefulAtrocity
Summary
     Stiles and Lydia's first time.
Notes
     Okay this ended up being harder than I thought it would be. It might
     just be because I’m tired, I don’t know but I find it hard to write
     Stydia smut. Probably just because I see Stiles as such an innocent
     being. I hope you enjoy it though. It’s probably choppy because after
     each sentence I would stop and ponder about whether or not Stiles
     would actually do that.
Lydia Martin was by no means a virgin. Nor was she a slut. She knew what she
liked and that was that.
 
And she liked it rough. Well, to tell you the truth, she’d only ever had rough
sex.
 
Her first time had been with a drunk sophomore name Jake. Or maybe it was John?
She had been a little tipsy at the time. It was her first high school party
after all. Anyway, he’d pretty much had two hard thrusts before he passed out
on top of her.
 
The second person she had sex with, she met during  a summer visit to Italy
with her mom. She met Angelo when she was shopping at a local impresa. He had
been kind to her, continuously flashing his pearly white smile. Before she knew
it they were on a date. The night went well, he held open doors for her, kissed
her hand, and took her for a walk underneath the stars. Lydia generally liked
him, and she let him lead her to his house, where they hadn’t even made it to
the bedroom before he had her pinned against the door. 30 minutes of rough
thrusts lead her to her first orgasm.
 
The third person , was with Jackson. While he never hit her, he was a very
angry person and he usually took it out during sex. So, every time was fairly
raw and uncontrolled.
 
And the fourth person she ever slept with was Aiden. With all his wolf
tendancies, it was amazing she wasn’t killed. He hardly ever held back and she
was often covered in bruises and scratches.
 
Being what she was used too, rough was exactly what she expected when she slept
with Stiles.
 
Boy was she wrong.
 
It started out as a innocent evening.  Stiles had called Lydia over, wanting to
have a movie night before the start of their Senior Year. And of course, being
the gentleman he was, he even agreed to watch The Notebook.  
She showed up an hour later in her pajamas with Twix, Reese’s, and her little
stuffed wolf. (Of course, he got it for her as a joke, but she slept with it
every night)
They started out with some comedies. Pitch Perfect. We’re the Millers. Then
they moved on to her romance movies.
As the night wore on, Lydia moved closer to him. And by the time they finished
The Notebook, she was sitting in his lap. Her head was tucked gently under his
head and her arm was wrapped tightly around Louie (short for lupine), the wolf.
 
Stiles had his eyes glued to the tv, not wanting to be caught looking down her
tank top. Because dear lord, how did she expect him not to look when she’s
dressed like that? In a barely there tank top, and shorts that should be
considered underwear.
God, think about something else. Puppies, dead puppies. Scott naked and
twerking. Yeah that dimmed about any arousal he had going on.
A half hour passed before Stiles heard the light snoring coming from his pretty
redhead. Whoda thunk that Lydia Martin snored?, he thought as he gathered her
up in his arms. It was hard to turn off the TV and hold her still but he
managed and he made his way with her upstairs.
His father had gone out of town with Ms. McCall for a weekend getaway, so the
house was empty. Thank gosh. Stiles pushed his door open and place Lydia gently
onto his bed.
She whimpered lightly and pulled Louie tight to her chest. “ Stiles?”
About to grab his pajamas, his hand paused over his closet door. “Yeah?”
“I’m ready.”
Was it possible for a 17year old boy to have a heart attack? Because he was
pretty certain he was having one at that moment.
“Uhm. Ready for what exactly? Because I think I know what you’re implying but
you know what happens when you assume. You make an ass out of you and me. NOT
to say that you’re an ass! Dear gosh please stop me.”
Still half asleep, Lydia smiled at him and knelt on the end of his bed. “Sex,
Stiles. I know I told you I wanted to wait but I think I’m ready.”
Fist pumping internally, his eyes became as wide as saucers. “R-really? Because
you know, I mean.. I really.. No, I mean-”
Rolling her eyes, Lydia got off the bed and tugged his head down to hers.
Perfectly plump strawberry lips cut him off and he instantly fell into the
kiss.
They stayed like that. Completely engrossed in each other. All they could feel
was the passion, and fire that had built up over the months before. Slowly,
they made their way to the bed, clothes being tossed with every step.
Hands were everywhere, desperately trying to mesmerize every inch of skin
exposed. Falling back onto the soft sheets, Stiles searched in the nightstand
for the condom he had stored for just this moment.
Lydia pulled his hand back to her body, “I’m on the pill.”
God could she be anymore perfect, he thought as he pushed her shorts and
underwear down, leaving her completely naked. She was so beautiful. Her plump
breasts were peaked in the cold air, just begging to be kissed. And he did. He
worshipped them. Gently suckling the tan beads and massaging its twin.
All Lydia could do was moan and run her fingers through his soft hair. “Please,
Stiles. I need you.”
Fuck, was he dreaming? He had to be dreaming? His zipper rubbed against his
erection and he grimaced. Nope not a  dream. Stiles divested himself of his
jeans and kissed her slowly.
“You really want to do this? I can stop.” No he couldn’t. But he would try for
her.
Instead of saying the words she knew he knew, she wrapped her legs around his
hips and pressed her heat up against the thick ridge of his manhood. Jesus, was
that woman trying to kill him? He pressed the tip into her, moaning at the
velvet warmth that surrounded him.
Red painted nails dug into his shoulders, pressing him to move forward. Stiles
pushed himself in slowly, giving her time to adjust to his size. He was way
bigger than she had expected, and more than she’d ever taken before. Her body
clenched around him, trying to accommodate his girth.
As soon as he hit the hilt, he stopped. Fuck, she was tight and it was taking
all he had not to cum inside her. She dug her nails into his shoulder again and
he started a slow rhythm inside of her. It was a slow dance. One that sent
sparks flying through both their bodies.
He stared down into her eyes, watching the pleasure that washed over her face
with every thrust.
“So beautiful,” he moaned, leaning in to kiss her gently. A dark blush washed
over her entire body.
Their pace increased slowly, but never too rough. It was slow, sweet. Perfect.
That was it. It was perfect.
When Stiles felt the familiar burning at the base of his spine, he reached
between their bodies to rub the little nub he’d read about in one of her
Cosmos. Instantly, she pressed her hips up into his, moaning wildly.
He’d have to get a subscription to Cosmo.
Two. Three flicks of his thumb was all it took before she was clenching around
him and screaming his name.
“Oh God! Stiles!”
The sound of his name on her lips is what pushed him over the edge. Sparks
passed in front of his eyes and he pushed inside to the hilt. He came, spilling
inside her, triggering another orgasm for her. Her inner muscles clenched,
milking him for everything he was worth.
For hours they laid together, her head on his chest, just talking and joking.
It was perfect. The perfect night.
 
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Maybe slow wasn’t so bad after all
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