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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Lydia_Martin/Stiles_Stilinski
  Character:
      Stiles_Stilinski, Lydia_Martin
  Additional Tags:
      Stydia, Car_Sex, Smut, Martinski
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-17 Words: 1940
****** Won’t you touch me ******
by stydia_fanfics
Summary
     Lydia wants sex in Stiles jeep, Stiles is nervous but it’s Lydia so…
Notes
     THIS TOOK ME FOUR DAYS TO WRITE! I hope it’s good. Doin’ Dirt by
     Maroon 5 helped me along.
The first person she called was Stiles. Finding herself stood in the middle of
the woods in only a short night gown, her coat and a pair of thin shoes usually
meant something supernatural and Stiles had insisted that he be the one she
called first. She was just grateful she’d left her phone in her jacket pocket.
It was raining and by the time Stiles’ headlights came into view She was soaked
and shivering. “Aw jeez Lydia are you okay?” She shook her head as he hurried
to her side and wrapped an arm around her shoulders to guide her back to the
Jeep. “You feel like ice.”
Stiles opened the door for her and guided her into the back seat where the
blankets and his lacrosse sweatshirt were. He climbed in after her and pulled
the blanket up over her shoulder. “How long were you out there?” He asked as he
tried to get her bundled up but she just wouldn’t stop shivering.
"I-I’m not sure." She took her shoes off and pulled her legs up to wrap her
arms around them. "Stiles I’m freezing. Can you put the heater on or
something?"
He rubbed her arms through the blanket. “Heaters broken but uh…I have an idea.
Saw it on a movie once, yes I realise that means it might not be true but the
character was really smart so I figured it might work.” His cheeks flushed red
as he though about it but Lydia’s patience was wearing thin.
"Stiles! Just do it already, I can’t feel my toes." Lydia complained and
snuggled up in the blanket. Her grip on the blanket loosened when Stiles
started pulling off his clothes. Her eyes widened as she was suddenly
introduced to the plains of Stiles’ chest and stomach. "I uh…" Her eyes were
pulled down as they focused on his fingers unbuttoning his pants. Her mind was
offering over dirty thought after dirty thought and she wasn’t going to deny
that she’d thought them all before. It took a moment because of her staring but
she suddenly realised what he was doing. "Oh…Body heat. Right. That’s smart."
He smiled nervously at her and joined her under the blanket. Stiles moved
closer, wrapping his arms around when when he remembered she was still wearing
her soaked jacket and nightgown. “I just need to…” He started. Lydia nodded in
confirmation and he pushed the jacket off of her shoulders. He leaned closer to
push the jacket all the way off and she got the sudden urge to press her lips
along his neck and jaw line.
The jacket was off and Lydia was heating up very quickly just thinking about
what she could do to him. Her nightgown was sticking to her and was sucking the
heat out of her body but she knew Stiles wouldn’t ask her to take it off
because she watched his eyes widen a little as he realised she wasn’t wearing a
bra underneath. “I’m still cold.” Lydia murmured wanting to see how red she
could make him. “Should I take this off?”
Stiles did a very good job of looking her in the eye after she gripped the
bottom of her nightgown. “I-I was going to suggest it but you’re not…You’d be…”
He cleared his throat, his cheeks flushing red.
"You wouldn’t mind though would you? I’ll only make you cold too if I don’t."
She tugged the nightgown up, out from under Stiles’ hands which were on her
waist. She felt his fingers twitch and his grip tighten just a little. Lydia
could see him struggling to find words. While he’d lost his virgin status some
weeks ago to a girl Lydia can’t even remember the name of, she still understood
his nervousness. Stiles has had a crush on her since the third grade. If she
was in his position and the guy she’d liked was undressing and being
suggestive, she’d be nervous too.
Lydia climbed onto his lap slowly as she pulled off the nightgown and dropped
it off outside of the blanket. Stiles kept his eyes on hers but his laboured
breathing told her he wanted to look. Things were tense as she settled herself
down against him and waited for a reaction. Seconds passed and Lydia started to
fear that maybe she’d made a mistake coming on to him like she had. She soon
found her fears were unwarranted.
He moved so quickly she had no time to prepare for his lips on hers. A hand
cradled the back of her head, keeping her lips to his though she was quite sure
the last thing in the world she wanted to do was pull away. The hand that had
been at her waist moved round and spread across her back holding her closer.
Lydia had to force herself not to grin and ruin the kiss.
There are almost no clothes to tear off so frantic hands were spent memorizing
curves and slipping up to tug at dark hair. The noises Stiles made when she
pulled his hair were her new favourite thing in the world. As his exploration
of her body grew more daring, Lydia rolled her hips to make sure he knew
exactly where this was going.
Much to her surprise Stiles lifted her, pulled the blanket away from the two of
them and pressed her down on the seat. His mouth left hers and trailed down her
neck. She watched him for a moment but her eyes ended up fluttering closed as
he pressed a kiss between her breasts. Stiles trailed his hands down, hooking
his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulling them down.
He sat up to pull them down her legs and drop them to the floor. The air inside
the car was hot and the windows had steamed up from their body heat. Stiles
looked over her and remembered the only other time he had been fortunate to see
what was in front of him. Leaning down he pressed a kiss to stomach and he felt
the muscles clench in anticipation. Stiles closed his eyes to catch his breath
and make a decision. He was too nervous to try foreplay at that moment and he
wondered if Lydia would mine but then he was being dragged back up.
Lydia had kissed him only once before that night and it had been for his
benefit only. It hadn’t been passionate or meaningful. It had been so innocent
all it had done was make his heart flutter like crazy. They way she kissed him
now was just down right dirty. Stiles didn’t think that it was possible for
someone to be able to kiss like that.
Her legs were wrapped around his hips, holding him firmly against her. Lydia
arched into his touch as he caressed her, her own hands moving down his back
until they slipped beneath the waistband of his boxers and cupped his ass. He
looked at her and raised an eyebrow. Lydia ran her tongue over her top lip and
smirked. His eyes went to her mouth hoping for another glimpse of her tongue.
Distracted he didn’t notice her pull down his boxers until her hand was between
them, holding him at the base of his length. He moaned and let his head hang
for a moment.
"I should…condom…" Stiles tried to get up being a safe as ever but Lydia
tightened her grip just enough that it knocked the wind out of him and he
couldn’t move. "No need." She murmured, pulling him back down. "I’m on the
pill." Lydia kissed him and he relaxed into her. She shifted just a little to
line up with him. There was a moment where they pulled away from the kiss to
look at each other and Lydia asked silently if she was good to keep going. His
response was a biting kiss which had her dragging the nails of her free hand
across his scalp.
He moved her hand, pushing into her out of his own volition. His hands trembled
as he paused and Lydia reached out her own to take his. It started slow as he
took his time to convince himself that it was real. Stiles peppered her neck
and throat with kisses leaving a mark or two in his wake so that he might look
at her in a day or two and know that he had really lived the moment.
Her lips were swollen and she was quite sure her head was drying in a messy of
waves but in that moment she didn't care what she ended up looking like. Who
would have thought she’d end up having sex in the back of Stiles’ jeep? Hell
who thought she’d have sex with Stiles and like it? “Fuck.” Really like it.
He’d reached down between them and pressed a finger to her clit. Her hips had
twitched out of rhythm due to the sensation and Stiles had to grip her hips to
keep things on course. Her head was pressed back against the seat while her
nails dug into the back of the drivers seat. His mouth was everywhere leaving
hot wet trails along the curves and lines of her body. God it had been a while
since someone worshipped her body like that. Jackson, with all his selfishness,
was accustomed to letting her have one round about her every couple of months,
Aiden had been all about himself but Lydia wasn't very fussed given that
initially he was just a distraction. Anyone in between the two had been
forgettable.
It was all too clear that Lydia was never going to be able to look at Stiles as
innocent any more. Not now. Even after he had run around school proclaiming the
loss of his virginity to whatshername Lydia had still seem just a clumsy
innocent boy who was cute with an occasionally spell of hotness. Well now he’d
solidified himself as hot in her as eyes, in fact if she didn't start dragging
him off in between classes then it would be a crime.
Stiles picked up the pace feeling the hot curl of release rising. What a night,
their breath panted and came out in gasps and moans, skin covered in a sheen of
sweat. Lydia’s back was sticking to the seat and hair was plastered to Stiles’
forehead as they worked towards the edge.
Her back arched, her hand grabbed the back of his neck and dug her nails in
making him wince but they were the. She clung to him tightly, her voice caught
in her throat as she was pushed over the edge into white hot pleasure. Maybe it
was the look on her face that did it but he barely lasted long enough to get
her through.
Both breathless and gasping for hair he pulled out and settled on his side next
to her. Lydia groaned a little at the absence but shuffled so that he had room.
Her hand reached down and grabbed the discarded blanket to pull it back over
them as the air started to cool.
Silence enveloped them and and Lydia almost dozed off to the feeling of light
kissed being pressed along her shoulder. “Well…” Stiles started, breaking the
silence and bring Lydia back to reality. “That has to happen again.” She
couldn't help herself. She laughed. Not in a no way is it happening kind of way
but in a what a way to respond to us having sex way.
"Yeah." She chuckled. "Maybe next time we should try a bed though."
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