Stydia One Shots {May Include Smut}

Coach's Office

*almost smut*

"Fuck you Stiles Stilinski!" Lydia yelled. She didn't care who heard, all she cared about was getting the message through to her stupid boyfriend-soon to be ex-boyfriend- and break up with him for cheating on her.

"What the hell?! What'd I do?" He wondered cluelessly. Almost as if he didn't remember kissing that girl last night.

"You kissed another girl that's what you did!" She shot back. The strawberry blonde's eyes were more blazing hot than the sun and her fists clenched so hard, you could smash through the wooden door next to them with it. Stiles stared at her confused, as well as the crowd of students surrounding them. He'd been with Scott and Isaac the whole of last night. How could he have kissed another girl?

"What?!" His hands flew up instantaneously. "I-Bu-No!" He searched for the right way to say it. "I was with Scott and Isaac all of last night! you an ask them! Scott drove me to his house right after school and stayed there till morning and he drove me here!" The brown haired boy explained. Now Lydia was confused. She specifically saw him kiss that blonde girl in the alleyway.

"No. I saw you kissing some blonde chick next to the alleyway!" That's exactly what she saw. She didn't see there lips touching, but she saw them in a position that could only mean kissing.

Stiles smiled.

"That was my nephew! She's fourteen, just really tall and she wanted me to fix her lipstick and it was so dark in that alleyway that I had to lean in really close to see! We stopped there so Scott could get a gift for Kira and we ran into her! Here! You can call her!" He handed her his phone with the picture on the caller ID on the girl he saw and it said Shay.

Lydia didn't trust him in that moment. He was good at lying. Especially considering the fact that he had a girl friend/ ex-girl friend who was a banshee, a best friend who was a werewolf and he was the only human out of all his friends.

Lydia tapped the call button and the phone started ringing. By this time, Liam had shooed the crown of students away and it was just him and Lydia. 

"Hey StiSti." A perky voice answered.

"Hi, um it's not Stiles, this is um...friend Lydia. I was just wondering, how do you know him?" She kept it vague. Lydia's eyes flashed to Stiles' and she saw the smirk on his face that made her want to jump on him and rip his shirt off. She contained it.

"Oh my god, you're his girlfriend!He told me so much about you yesterday! He's like the best uncle ever too. Oh, yeah um, sorry, rambling, I do that sometimes, but I try to contr-" She answered. Her voice seemed excited, and well... like a fourteen year old girl. Lydia ended the call before it went any further.

She turned to see Stiles, wearing the smuggest grin ever.

"Fuck you Stiles Stilinski." Lydia breathed. How she loved and hated that smirk. The one he always wore when he didn't want to say I told you so. But that's how it came across.

"I mean, if you insist." The boy took one step closer, now his smirk was calmer, less I told you so-ish and more I love you-ish.

"And I insist." The girl grabbed his arm and dragged him into Coach's closet, as he happened to be sick and away. Completely vacant. She locked the door behind them and dragged down the blinds so no one could watch. This had gone from fuck you to fuck you. And they both loved it. If anything they craved it.

"Stiles, you don't have protection on." Lydia pointed out. Stiles sighed, damn it. So close. But he remembered something, once in freshman year, he and Scott were searching through Coach's desk for Scott's phone and made a disturbing find. They found a twenty-four box of condoms. And judging by his personality, looks and money, the box would have remained closed from then to now.

"Coach does." He whispered. Lydia sent him a questioning glance, and watched as he went through Coach's green cupboard. She quirked an eyebrow at Stiles as he found the condoms box, unopened and full. She held back a grin at the fact that Coach had condoms in his school office.

"Don't ask." He placed one finger on her lips and the other hand was ripping open the small foil packet. "Are we actually going to have painfully quiet sex with classes next door in my least favourite (yes favoUrite I'm Canadian) teacher's office?" Lydia nodded quickly. "What are you doing to me woman?" Stiles asked rhetorically. 

He lifted Lydia roughly onto Coach's desk, knocking down pens and papers. Lydia felt a wave of urge wash through her as Stiles grabbed her by the waist. She used her own hands to tangle into his hair and pull it into her face. His warm breath stained her red lips and his almost golden eyes gleamed into hers. Lydia felt herself melt underneath his gaze.

Stiles threw Lydia onto the couch in Coach's office and put on the latex condom. He struggled for a few seconds but eventually found the placing. Lydia giggled, watching how adorable her boyfriend looked, fumbling with something that was for something that was anything but innocent and adorable. If anything hot and sexy.

"Hurry up!" Lydia whisper-yelled. Stiles leaned down to place a trail of kisses down his girlfriend's jaw to neck to her collarbone. He tugged lightly at the sleeve of her sundress. Even his touch sent tingles and heat through her veins as his hand nearly burnt into her arm. 

"Can I...?" Stiles whispered. Lydia nodded furiously as Stiles pulled down the right sleeve of her yellow dress with red polka dots. He smiled just at the side of her bare shoulder. Imagine how he would feel when she was completely exposed. Just thinking about her body made him shiver. He'd seen it once before, when he and his father found her naked in the woods.

"Oh god." Stiles murmured more to himself than to Lydia, mentally preparing himself for what he was about to see.

"Off." Lydia played with the hem of his shirt. Thank god Scott had forced Stiles to go to the gym with him the last few months. Lydia's red painted nails stayed at the end of his shirt as he used both hands to pull it off. Lydia's arm got cold, void of Stiles' touch. 

Lydia swallowed the hard lump in her throat as Stiles' abs appeared. He wasn't as bulky as Jackson or Aiden, but he was perfect. His chest was smooth and stiff, almost as if he were holding his breath. Which he was. 

"Breathe Stilinski." Lydia teased, wrapping her arms around his neck and getting up from the couch. Her head was right in front of his adams apple. It bobbed up and down once.

"Making it a little bit hard right now." His voice came out rough.

"You're pretty hard right now yourself." She flashed her eyes to his "pitched tent" and back to his golden flecks. He chuckled, one finger slowly slipping the other sleeve of her dress off. His fingers trembled, but Lydia didn't notice.

She tip toed up to kiss him. At first the kiss was slow and light, then it became more fast, hurried and passionate. Her red lipstick stained his lips, but he didn't care, and it helped that it tasted like cherry. His hands were dead set on her waist, afraid if he moved them, she would move away. But nothing could get her to move away. Not a boulder or even...coach.

"What the hell?! Martin! Stilinski!" The coach barked. Lydia's cheeks turned almost as red as her lips, and Stiles wasn't exactly enjoying Coach's presence either.

"You two! My office! Now!" He yelled out of habit. Kind of what we were doing before you barged in Stiles thought. "I mean, put on your clothes and get out!" Coach's voice cracked at the word clothes.

"We're really sorry Coach, but i you could just not tell principal Thomas." Lydia begged as she slipped the sleeves of her sundress back on. The coach shook his head.

"Was this going to be sex?"

"No"

"Yes" Stiles answered in unison with Lydia's no. She sent him a glare that would scare any normal guy away. "No? What was it leading to then?"

Lydia sighed, exasperated.

"Stiles. Think."

"Oh..."