"Okay, guys, Christmas is in two weeks, so what does everyone want?" I asked as I sat down at our lunch table. Everyone just looked at me. "C'mon, you guys have to want stuff. Stiles?"
"Stiles would like, as a Christmas present his year, pillows, blankets, and a bed. Sleep, really." He sighed. "Or you." He jokingly winked at me.
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"Ha ha, you're so funny." I said, flicking his forehead. "Does no one really want anything? Scotty?"
"Same as Stiles." He said. Stiles and I started at him with wide eyes. "Not you! Like, sleep!" He exclaimed, shaking his head rapidly. Everyone laughed as his cheeks got red.
"Okay, whatever. I'm getting all of you something anyways." I said. I started to get up, before any of them could protest.
"But, Tay-"
"But nothing, Lydia! It's Christmas! We deserve a break." I said, walking away, hearing footsteps following after me. I turned around, seeing Stiles trying to catch up with me. "Yes?"
"I wasn't lying back there about what I want." He said, both of us stopped walking. I looked at him with a questioning look.
"You already have a bed, pillows, bla-"
"Not about that! The other thing." He laughed.
"Oh." I said. I turned, swaying my hips as I walked away, headed towards the janitors closet. "Let's go then." I smirked at him.
"Merry Christmas." I heard him mutter, following after me.
**SMUT WARNING**
I stopped walking once I reached the janitors closet, I leaned my back against it to face Stiles. As I looked down the hall to make sure no one was there, I noticed the growing bulge in his pants. I smirked up at him, grabbing him by the shirt and dragging him into the closet. Once we were both in, he turned me around, pushing me against the now closed door.
His lips trailed down my neck as my hands pulled at his shirt. I took his shirt off, throwing it on the floor, my cardigan landing in the same spot. He took my shirt, throwing it into the pile.
He kissed down my exposed chest as I leaned my head back against the door, a moan escaping my lips. His hands easily unclipped my bra, tossing it to the side. He started to lower himself, but I pulled him up.
"What? Is something wrong?" He asked nervously, only wanting to please me.
"No, baby, nothing's wrong. But we have to hurry, we are in school." I told him. He nodded, kissing me again. I took off his belt, sliding his jeans down. He kicked them off as I did the same to my skirt, both of us left in our underwear. The bulge was now very noticeable. I slid my panties off as he slid off his boxers.
