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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      F/M
  Fandom:
      Teen_Wolf_(TV)
  Relationship:
      Peter_Hale/Lydia_Martin
  Character:
      Peter_Hale, Lydia_Martin, Allison_Argent, Derek_Hale, Scott_McCall, Isaac
      Lahey, Stiles_Stilinski
  Additional Tags:
      Allison_the_Cock_Blocker, 80's_Music, lap_dance, Shameless_Smut, Lydia:
      Closet_Stripper
  Collections:
      Pydia_Porn_Collection
  Stats:
      Published: 2013-08-14 Words: 1322
****** Sweet Cherry Pie ******
by UnitedKingdomOrgy
Summary
     Smutastic Smut-Fic where Lydia's inner stripper comes to the surface
     during a night of 80's music and Peter gets to enjoy the show.
Stiles was loft sitting for Derek since he and Peter went out of town.
He had been there for two days doing absolutely nothing in the shamble of a
place. He still wasn’t sure why he had to loft sit since there was nothing
valuable here.
There was a knock at the door. It was Lydia, Scott, Allison, and Isaac. They
had bags full of junk food and Lydia had her laptop.
“Whoa, guys what are you doing here?” Stiles shifted his head back and forth in
a slight panic.
“Well, let’s see. Derek and Peter are out of town. You have a giant loft all to
yourself, so that means IMPROMPTU 80’s NIGHT!” Lydia threw her hands in the
air.
Stiles attempted to argue but Scott quickly grabbed his shoulders telling him
to lighten up.
Allison started breaking and shaking the glowstick accessories.
Lydia’s 80’s playlist on her iTunes was ready at the go. Most people did not
know that she loved 80’s music more than anything.
 
Derek and Peter had just pulled into the parking lot of the apartment building.
Peter got out of the car when his ear twitched, “Why am I hearing loud 80’s
music?”
Derek’s eyebrows furrowed angrily, “And why does it sound like it is coming
from my apartment…”
The two ascended the stairs to find that the loud music was indeed coming from
Derek’s apartment.
His hand pulled on the heavy metal door to reveal Allison and Lydia dancing
together, Stiles scrolling through Lydia’s playlist while Isaac and Scott threw
candy in the air trying to catch it in their mouths.
“Stiles….” Derek stepped through the door.
Stiles stood up in a panic almost dropping Lydia’s laptop on the floor.
Peter was dead focused on watching Lydia dance around; suffice to say he was in
a trance.
Derek was attempting to walk in angry and disband the whole thing but Peter’s
hand to his chest prevented him, “Now don’t be too hasty this isn’t all that
bad. Let them enjoy it, they seem to be having fun.”
Derek saw Peter’s eyes all over Lydia, causing Derek’s own eyes to roll.
“Continue on; just don’t get too out of hand.” Derek made his way up the spiral
staircase to put his bag away.
Peter went over to the makeshift bar to sit down and watch the show.
‘Cherry Pie’ by Warrant came on next, and Lydia’s inner hair-band stripper came
to the surface.
Peter attempted to hide the fact that his jaw dropped, but he failed miserably.
Allison pushed her head towards Lydia’s ear whispering to her that Peter was
watching her.
This was Allison’s attempt to exasperate Lydia from dancing in front of him but
Lydia did the exact opposite.
 
Lydia started smoothing her hands all over the curves of her body, directing
all movements in Peter’s direction.
Stiles, Scott, Isaac and Peter’s heads were all tilted to the side with their
jaws dropped staring at Lydia.
Allison began to give Scott a death glare which snapped him out of his trance.
“I think it is time to go, seeing as Derek is now home.” Scott stammered.
The boys gathered up all the stuff as Allison and a still dancing Lydia made
their way out the door.
 
Lydia’s mom was away on a business trip so she was able to continue her one-
person 80’s night. She had her dog Prada in her arms as she danced around the
house to Poison.
Just as the song ended Prada began to growl; Lydia knew why.
 
His eyes were all over her again.
 
Lydia put Prada down and turned to face her new guest. She pushed him to the
nearest chair, forcibly sitting him down.
Lydia’s favorite song came on and the inner hair-band stripper came back out in
wicked force, Def Leppard’s: Pour Some Sugar on Me.
Lydia’s hands were all over her body and in her hair. Hips swung and rotated
around in an extremely sexy way.
Her hands slipped under her shirt pulling it up just teasingly enough to reveal
her stomach. Her lips pouted as her tongue glided across them.
She made her way over to Peter and sat on his lap. She grinded hard against
him; the curve of her ass fit perfectly in Peter’s lap and it drove him nuts.
She turned around and dipped three fingers into the top of his dark jeans,
giving it a slight tug. She sat on his lap again, this time facing him. Her ass
was still grinding right into his lap making him harder than a rock.
Finger slipped through Peter’s hair pulling his face right into Lydia’s chest
where it was buried until she pushed it away.
She slide off his lap and began dancing in front of him again, this time her
hands were curving and gripping against her inner thighs bringing Peter’s
attention downward.
She spun around and gave her ass a light spank which sent Peter completely over
the edge.
He had enough.
He got up from his seat and heavily stepped towards Lydia. Quickly he scooped
her up and threw her over his shoulder.
The entire time up they were headed to her room she was laughing.
 
He kicked her door open and tossed her on the bed.
He needed to be inside her right now.
She pulled herself up to her knees and started to undo Peter’s pants as he took
his shirt off.  Peter forced his hands through her already messy hair pulling
her face to his in a heated lustful kiss.
Their tongues were deep inside each others throats.
As they fell backwards on to the bed Lydia rolled their positions so she was on
top of Peter.
Peter’s claws were out and tearing Lydia’s clothes off at the seam.
She wasn’t wearing any underwear under her shorts and she was soaking wet.
Lydia’s eyes looked down at Peter in a begging way while her fingers slipped
into her teeth.
Her legs lifted her up just enough for Peter to position himself just right
under her; his tip was slick against her already.
She sat down hard and fast. Both of them let out a pleasured twin moan.
Lydia started to bounce up and down on Peter’s hard cock. Her hip grinds caused
her to twist and tighten around him.
Peter’s wolf was taking over. Bright electric blue eyes were shining up at
Lydia as his claws sank into her hips. Lydia’s hands were full with her own
breasts.
Each time she came down on his cock she felt like she was going to be ripped
apart from the inside; Peter was big.
Peter rolled her under him and continued to thrust deep and hard inside her.
Lydia’s hands wrapped under the edge of the head board for support.
Peter’s lips came down on her necks, lavishing it with a heated tongue.
He didn’t even notice that his fangs had come out and were sinking into her
flesh. Lydia didn’t seem to mind or care due to the sweet scream that echoed
from her throat.
She was about to come and he could smell it on her skin. It was a gorgeous
smell.
He could come just thinking about it, in fact he was about to as she began to
tighten and twitch around him as he slid deep inside her one last time.
Lydia’s entire house and quite possibly the entire block of the neighborhood
shook with the sound of her orgasm.
Peter let out a loud roar to match Lydia’s own orgasmic sound.
 
They collapsed on the bed in a hot sweating mess.
“I am really glad we came home early.” Peter panted as he pulled Lydia into his
arms, “And for the record, can I just state that thing you do with your hips,
is unbelievable.”
The couple laughed and waited until their hearts stopped racing before they
fell asleep in each other’s arms.
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