(Mature content).
The title says itself :)
"I'm so sick of it, Stiles. I've been leading hints for the last month but you apparently don't seem to get it!" Lydia screamed.
"Get what? Huh, that you don't trust me, thinking that I'm being unfaithful to you? That ridiculous."
They've been living together for the last 2 years after finishing college and this was their first actual fight. They've fought before, but their other fights were smaller fights that they both solved at the moment. Sometimes Stiles went out to get some air after a fight and would come back home and snuggle in bed with Lydia, and other times she would just let him sleep on the couch and they would solve the problem the next morning because their nights without each other would be terrible.
This fight though, Lydia didn't know what to do beside yelling at him. She's been holding her anger towards Stiles' employee inside for a month, since she first meet her when she was driving to give Stiles his lunch at the station. She saw Emily, that's her name, and Stiles talking while Emily would have a strand of hair around her finger, and how she would laugh at something he said and then afterwards shove him slightly to have better access and step closer to his body.
Lydia did tell him how she didn't like the girl but Stiles found it cute the first time at how jealous Lydia was at a staff member. She was his girlfriend after all.
But her gut got confirmed the second time she saw her. Emily was sending her hateful stares and at last, she walked over to her and told her straight, 'What does he see in you' and then walked away. Lydia was furious and took it out on Stiles when they got home. That was one of the nights where he slept on the couch, but the never solved the problem the next day and Stiles kept talking to Emily.
"I do trust you! But when I tell you that I don't feel comfortable with you around her, you don't even try to come to my defence! You defend her, Stiles! Her! I'm your girlfriend, me! Should I spell it for you? M-E! It's that simple."
Stiles sighed and turned his head, not wanting her to see his anger streaming out of his ears.
"Lydia, I'm saying this one last time. I. Don't. Like. Her. Okay! I. Love. You! Get that too? I have to work with her because they teamed us together for this case, it's not like I don't like her myself! Do you understand the frustration you are putting me in?! You're making it all look like I'm the bad guy here and it seems like you don't even trust me when I'm telling you this. Have i ever been unfaithful to you, Lydia? No. Never. And I'll never be. Okay! Do you get that though your thick head, now!?"
Lydia stood still for a moment and didn't say a word and for a second Stiles thought she would bring Emily's name up again, but she surprisingly didn't. "Thick head?!"
Woops.
Lydia stepped closer and pointed. "You told me that my head wasn't big!"
Stiles laughed, but in Lydia eyes it was an evil laugh. He crossed his arms and playfully looked down at her. "Yeah, your head is big, but isn't it supposed to be big for your smartass knowledge!"
"Oh, okay! My head is big! Your... your dick is not that big. Now that i think about it, it's small!"
"Oh, is it?! Now, that's not what you told me the other day," he smiled.
Lydia was still angry at the insult he gave her. He's never done that before!
"Well, it is!" She crossed her arms and he could tell that her announcement was a bit tacky.
"Oh okay," he chuckled.
"Don't you laugh at me mister... little dick!"
"Oh, so you wanna play it like that," his posture looked a bit more confident.
Lydia knew where this was going and she liked it. A lot. "I definitely wanna play," she grapped him from his shirt and smashed her lips against his. He kissed her back with everything he got and touched every single part of her body on top of her clothes.
They kisses, grounded and grinded, furiously, against each other and before she knew how fast it was going, her legs were wrapped around his waist and his enormous hands were squeezing the shit out of her ass. Her big ass. The only ass he's got an eye on.
She broke the kiss. "Doesn't look like you hate this big head, huh?" She teased and smirked.
Their heads smashed together again and broke, heavy breaths getting mixed. "Doesn't look like you're hating on this little dick, huh?" He teased back and kissed her neck. He knew that he was leaving hickies all over her neck. She moaned out loud and spoke back with an unstable voice.
"Why don't you show me how small it is then?" She loosened her legs around him, making her ass drop further down to his hard crotch, grinding against it. "But then i think I'll have to reconsider my statement."
He moved his lips away from her neck. "Oh, really?" He smirked.
"Really."
And they collided again. Moanes filled the living room and they were louder than usual. This is how they both solved their problem. They were slowly making up, using the best pleasure existing. Sex.
Stiles carried her upstairs, not leaving her lips. But she was killing him with her grinding against his cock and he needed to take his pants off. Now.
He hurried up stairs, opened their bedroom and dropped her on their big kingsized bed. He was standing, looking at her while she was on her back, legs spread with a beautiful teasing smirk on her lips.
"Hurry up," she smiled and played with herself under the tiny shorts. He could kill for this vision in front of him, but he just couldn't get his damn belt off!
Lydia started moaning, getting pleasure from another hand that wasn't his. But her own little one. Looking up at her, he saw that her shorts were off, and she was left with her tiny lace underwear.
Finally, both his underwear and pants were down, and now Lydias' vision was blessed. His cock popped out, hard and big. Lydia bit her bottom lip, drooling at him. He hovered above Lydia in a hurry and took her lips in his. Their kisses were louder than their moans and groans and soon, Their clothes were on the ground next to the bed. Without a condom, he entered her, hard and fast, knowing she was on the pill. Scratches, hickies, competition.
Once Lydia got on top of him, she started ridding him. Her fingers were spread on his chest, keeping him down and wanting control. His big hands were on her hips, helping her grind him. Her breasts danced as she bounced on top of him, giving him a vision of an angel.
"God, you're hot," he breathed in a mix of his loud groans and took one of her nipples in her mouth, and then the other. Lydia moaned and stopped ridding, resting her body on his like glue. He knew she was tired and therefore flipped them over and fucked her.
Her strawberry hair was a mess on their white sheets and her green eyes had a layer of tear on them. "Stiles," She moaned. He loved looking into her eyes as they fucked, cause he knew how much she loved having him entirely inside of her.
"Tell me why your eyes are teary, Lydia," he whispered in her ear and started kissing her neck.
She didn't form words, only moans.
"Come on baby, tell me," he sounded as if he was on the edge of orgasm.
Lydia hugged him tighter, knowing they both almost were there and said it: "cause you're so big."
That was all he needed to increase his excitement, which made him put all of his last energy on both of their orgasms. Which he did.
"Yes," Lydia whispered, "yes, please Stiles," and a bunch of other words that didn't make sense.
He slowed his tempo but didn't pull out. She was still hugging him and he was breathing against her neck. After a few minutes of kissing and small whisperes he told her: "I love you, Lydia. Okay? I will always pick you over anybody else. You're the one I love and you're the one I'm planning a future with. I want to marry you, I want you to have my kids. You."
Lydia smiled with her teary eyes and kissed him. "I know, baby, I know. I love you, too." She kept hugging him and then pulled back.
"Did you just propose?"
"Does this seem like a Stiles-Stillinski-proposal?"
She laughed and he chuckled inside of her neck, cause she knew if he ever proposed to her, he would get the entire planet to show up and be with it on the surprise.
"I'll marry you though."
"Of course you will, Mrs. Stilinski."
Lydia giggled.